I was watching a video by my second favorite you-tuber The Black Authority. In it, he was talking about the Good Morning America interview that was done by Jeremiah and his mother, Someko Harvey. The Black Authority blasted her for forcing her son to forgive Teresa Klein for falsely accusing him of sexual assault. He also blasted other women for asking of the whereabouts of Jeremiah’s father. While I watched TBA’s video I hadn’t watched the GMA video. This morning on my way to work I watched it. Besides getting choked up at the emotions of both him and his mother, something else hit me. The message hit me hard right between the eyes. This mother doesn’t want Jeremiah to become another Trayvon or Tamir. The root reason she gave the interviewer is that as a woman of GOD she has to show Jeremiah the right way to live and to forgive others. She even mentioned that she spoke to Jeremiah about Emmett Till. But anyone who lives with the trauma that we live with could see that she just didn’t want to bury her son. In that alone, my heart goes out to her. But as we all must do I had to harden my heart. Even though I can see and feel her pain, and what she did to her son was in her own powerless way to try to protect him, she squelched his natural feelings by making him forgive. It was hard to watch and the bottom line is, pale people, don’t care if we forgive them. How does forgiving them for anything make us somehow better than them? We have to stop thinking like that. It doesn’t make us better, and in the end, are we really forgiving them, or are we just pushing our own natural feelings of anger and resentment down so we can try to shuffle on with our lives? When we say, “I forgive you” are we really saying, “I’m better than you, and I now have the moral high ground?” How does the moral high-ground help you when you are looking at the end of a barrel with a pale policeman holding it? How does it help you when you have to send your son to school or to the store knowing he may not come home and there isn’t anything that you can do about it. How does the moral high-ground help your sons face the fact that no matter what he does, no matter what area of this place he lives in, no matter what educational or career goals he attains, he is still a black man, public enemy number one and there isn’t a damn thing that he can do about it. What she has done to her son angers me to no end. It also saddens me because there is one thing she didn’t ask herself. She didn’t look at the evidence and she never asked, “does it work?” There is an overwhelming amount of evidence that screams NO!
      Black mother’s attempt to make their sons less threatening so that they don’t have to bury them. What she doesn’t realize is that there is nothing she can do to make him less threatening. Nothing she can do to not bury her baby. It is inevitable, ala Smith. We are all living our lives waiting for Zimmerman. This mother just happened to have pushed that issue at the forefront so that we can all see it.
      It saddens me to no end that Trayvon Martin isn’t here anymore. The same goes for anyone of us who died at the end of a gun by the hands of the police, not just now but throughout all of history. But like the sinking of the Lusitania, galvanized those in power into action, we must let the deaths of our brothers and sisters galvanize us. Those people didn’t die for no reason. Don’t let their deaths, or the possibility of your baby boy’s death, be in vain. Their senseless deaths need to be the fuel that puts us, all of us into action. There are going to be casualties along the way in this war for justice. That’s why its called war. Cowardice will only bring us daily death. You can only die once so why not make your death count.
      The deaths of Tamir, Philando, Mike Brown, Freddy Gray, and countless others were a wake-up call to many, including my favorite you-tuber’s who once thought that we were all one race or at least thought that things for us were getting better. That there is no racism. Don’t let the death of another black body, keep you afraid and showing your belly to the pale people. They have shown us that they will stop at nothing to keep us where we are, isolated and afraid. They like it that you will forgive them at the drop of a hat. They like it that the brainwashed, bastardized religion that they gave us still keeps us in the same place that they want us. Don’t get me wrong I believe in God. But the God I pray to DOES NOT want me to be a supplicant to these pale bastards. He doesn’t want us to be weak-willed, nor does he want us to beg those pale bastards for our lives or the lives of those we cherish. If you are afraid, I understand, believe me, I do. In the cold dark of night with nothing but my own thoughts to keep me company I too feel that fear. But you can do one of two things with that. You can 1. Let it overtake you so that at the end of your life you will have done nothing but infect those around you with it and made everyone you love into cowards or 2. You can turn that fear into cold, righteous anger. You can let that anger infuse your every interaction when it comes to the pale people. Meaning when you work with them, never forget that the ones you are around in your daily life owe you their cushy existence. When you see them out and about spending money like it grows on trees, remember it was your ancestors that paved the way for them to have that life. If you see the police, remember their ancestors, the slave catchers, who would catch your ancestors and beat them nearly to death, then turn them over to the slave masters who in turn used the whipping machine on them. They may have used it so much that their skin fell off their body like water. Remember what the coroner said about Freddie Gray’s neck and spine? That it felt like sand. Remember the scars, physical and emotional that they put our ancestors and by proxy us through.
      Do you remember the moment you woke up and realized you were different? The moment you realized that you were black and it didn’t matter how beautiful you were, how smart and talented you were, how open and free your heart was, you were still black and they still hated you. Never, never forget that. I used to ask why, why do they hate us so much? The answer my brothers and sisters, is that it doesn’t matter why. They just do. So what do you do with that? Protect and defend your own until it is your turn to die. Turn those tears of frustration this is sitting in your heart and the ire that is in your mind and begin to what I’m doing. Thinking. I’m thinking of how to get justice by any means necessary. This has turned me into literally, an angry black woman. If that little boy didn’t want to forgive that woman, (I won’t call her by name because she didn’t have the decency to find out or remember his name) that is the right way to feel. But his mom is so afraid of losing her baby that she imparted that fear onto him. If she is not careful she will turn him into Darrion Toles, without really wanting to or meaning to. I respect the work that he has done for his community but I don’t respect his forgiveness politics. As for Someko, we really don’t know her intentions nor should we try to figure them out. What we need to do is like The Black Authority is to give her a pull-up. Let her know that being that fearful is fine but use it to fuel instead of letting it keep you stagnant. I think I loved when he said this the best, “And all of you asking where is the father is, he’s right here!! I nearly jumped out of my seat and screamed YAAAASSSS!!!!
        I know that fear can stop you, but you need to know to that they are also afraid, which is why they attack us in groups as well as shoot first and ask questions later. It is their sheer fear of losing their dominance that makes them attack us. They know that the clock is winding down on their time as the dominant group. This regime, just like spoiled dairy products, has not only an end date, but it will expire. And I still believe in us. We can and will war for justice and we will win. As the brother Pharaoh Said That stated in his video, “African American’s shouldn’t move to Africa without a Black Military” Part One, We are already soldiers. And if you have learned any real history from watching the pale people, we should use what they have done against them to win our war. If all 43 million of us rise up and use that fear to again galvanize us and turn that fear into a cold fury, we will be unstoppable. I believe in us. Don’t you? If you don’t, that’s fine, but let me as your sister, show you some galvanizing images that should start that cold fire in the middle of your chest. Please forgive any copyrighted photos. If any of the artists have a problem I will happily remove them.
I need you to remember that we were nothing but two-legged horses to them.
                             Horses that at the end of slavery the skin on our backs was worth $100 billion(yes with a b) Horses that built the country as you see it today and created industries worth billions of dollars. Horses that we used against each other, in order to get better positions as coons on the plantation, (Whas tha matter masa, we sick?) Â
 Horses that if not put on regular plantations, were put on stud farms to make bigger better versions of ourselves no matter if the person we were made to stud with was related to us.
 Overseer Artayou Carrier whipped me. I was two months in bed sore from the whipping. My master come after I was whipped; he discharged the overseer. The very words of poor Peter, taken as he sat for his picture. Baton Rouge, La., April 2, 1863. (War Dept.) NARA FILE #: 165-JT-230 WAR & CONFLICT BOOK #: 109
        If the images that I have shown you here are too graphic for you I really don’t care. If the first thing that pops into your mind is we need to forget about what was, has, and is still being done to us then I want to impart a little wisdom to you. Drop a little jewel on you that I hope you will take with you and put it in your heart like I have. A very wise and beautiful brother once told me something that I think he might have made a video on. Forgiveness is a process. It doesn’t happen overnight. There are certain steps that need to be followed on both sides, the forgiver and the forgiven. The forgiven have to take accountability for their actions. For example, “I’m sorry that I did “X” to you. I am truly sorry for not only the action but how it made you feel. Here is what I will do to recompense you for what I have done” The Forgiven then proceeds to lay out an action plan, processes that they will put into place to ensure that the wrong that was done to you will never happen again. When the actions are done, then the Forgiver forgives. NOT BEFORE!!!!!! Can I ask you something? In all the years since the abolition of slavery, when and where did the pale people mention their regret for the actions that were committed? Could it have been when they enacted the 13th Amendment? Nope. The Convict Leasing System? Nope. Oh, I know! They did it when they dropped bombs from the sky in Tulsa? Nope! How about when they began Redlining? No. Maybe it was when they blew up four little girls in a church? No. How about when Dylan Roof shot those people in the church? No, he didn’t ask forgiveness nor did he want it. What he wanted was to end those people’s lives. And he succeeded in his mission and was even given fast food for his treachery. So you point out to me in the comments when and where pale people have asked for forgiveness and then put processes in place in order to make sure that the steps to forgiveness can start and we as a people can begin to heal. So to sum up the person has to WANT FORGIVENESS. Show me where they wanted us to forgive them. No, they want us to forget that their cushy lives have been sponsored by our pain. That we are the reason that there is a one percent. That this country and the financing of many countries was built on our backs ala Cookie. “You built this company on my back.”
              JUST A LITTLE MESSAGE TO SOME WHO DON’T BELIEVE WE HAVE A JUSTICE CLAIM OR A WAR TO FIGHT
       I need for those who don’t believe we have a claim for justice to hear what I say and take it in the spirit that it is meant. Those of you who believe we should move on with our lives or believe that all pale people aren’t bad or are consistently putting out the message of black-on-black crime, or feel that we have been given enough breaks through affirmative action, rights given to us through the civil rights movement, or even believe that respectability is still the way to go, even though there is a great deal of evidence that states the contrary, go about your business. Meaning that if you don’t feel we have a claim to justice and all that that represents, that’s ok. Do me a favor though. The next time something happens to you at the hand of a pale person, for example, they call the police on you for being black and breathing(yes, that is a crime now if you didn’t know) Puts their hands on you for an illogical reason, etc, don’t cry out to the collective that it is racism. Don’t post the video if you happen to capture the act, to any social media, don’t attempt to get any attention from the black collective at all. Just shrug your shoulders and chalk it up to the cost of doing business. Yes, the cost of sexual access to the pale people(because that is why you are decrying that we don’t have a justice claim is because you have your snow queen or king or because you have financial access to them that you think puts you on an even playing field) is sometimes your dignity or your life. But hey remember that as you are breathing your last breath on the pavement as the slave catchers, oops I mean police officers have snuffed your life out for some reason unknown to you, that this is you paying the cost of doing business. And instead of us coming to your rescue crying out we need justice for insert your name here, you will hear crickets as you let out your last gasp. Because when we put out the call to arms to fight for justice for all of us, that is exactly what we heard from you.
  YOU ARE BLACK!! NOT CHRISTIAN, JEWISH, MUSLIM, HEBREW ISRAELITE, FOOTBALL PLAYER, MUSICIAN, ETC.
       When I began reading about the story of Jeremiah Harvey having been interviewed on GMA, the first thing I saw after reading his name was the phrase, “a black boy.” That phrase brought to mind a snippet of a conversation that The Black Authority had in his movie “Race Wars” with Richard Spencer, the founder of the term Alt-Right. He told us himself many times and in many different ways that “Identity is at the foundation of everything and that race is the foundation of everything.” While I, unfortunately, don’t like to agree with Mr. Spencer on this I agree. I’ll give you another example. Let’s say that the police pull you over and arrest you because of you “fitting the description.” Well, what is the description? The first descriptor that they use is either, “black man or boy or black woman or girl. Meaning what? Well whether you want to be seen that way or not sweet babies, that is what you are. YOU ARE BLACK!!! I will give you another example. I am not an American DOS. My mother and father are Black Panamanian immigrants. Although I was born here in the 70’s I was told by my own family divisively that I was an American. Then later they told me that I wasn’t, I was a Black Latino. As you can see my sense of belonging was thrown off immensely. Because according to my family I wasn’t an African American, yet I wasn’t really a Panamanian either. I have never been to Panama and my mother when I was young because of what she went through with our family associated her feelings of Panama with the bad memories of our family. So she created a life for herself that didn’t involve Panamanian roots. Throughout my own life and into adulthood I had feelings of not really knowing where I fit in. Hearing the word “nigger” when referenced to me, and reading and studying the history of American DOS and how we have been treated and then experiencing the perils of whiteism for myself, and realizing that if the police pull me over and take my life, at the end of the day it’s not going to matter whether I’m Afrolatino or African American. When the police pull me over, what they will see? A BLACK WOMAN! When I look in the mirror, what do I see? A BLACK WOMAN. Yes, I know my parents have Spanish first names Guillermina and Jose, and yes, during my twenties, I would say in a heartbeat, I’m not black, I am Panamanian. But you, as BLACK American DOS know more than anyone else why I would say that. It was because I got the message early that being black, being anything but white or as close to white as I could possibly get, ie, light-skinned, smooth long curly hair and light eyed was somehow wrong. Somehow being a little dark-skinned girl with tiny tightly coiled black hair and dark brown eyes was somehow not beautiful. Hell, I spent most of my life trying to look anything other than what I am, and it took the love and support of a wonderful black man to give me a mirror and show me that I am what I am. A gorgeous soulful, sassy BLACK WOMAN!!!. Yes my beautiful BLACK American DOS I identify as one of you. Although I know that if the justice claim was answered I wouldn’t get any reparations, that doesn’t stop me from believing that you should get what your ancestors fought, worked and died for. It doesn’t stop me from fighting for what is right. I’m ready to fight and die for what is yours. Why aren’t you?
Jeremiah Harvey is the Reason that I Do What I Do       I was watching a video by my second favorite you-tuber The Black Authority. In it, he was talking about the Good Morning America interview that was done by Jeremiah and his mother, Someko Harvey.
