If a racist white cop, had a big
black cock, would he beat it to death? Some say that there’s a thin line
between love and hate, but what is there to be said about the non-existent boundaries
between lust and loathing?
All over the United States of
America there are disgruntled white male police officers patrolling crowded ghettos with big black
night sticks. Meanwhile, many of their
wives and daughters are up in the dead of night sending text messages with
eggplant and prayer emojis to Tyrone and Jerome. Those black night sticks are
killing the cops, yet they continue to clutch them on the beat with itchy
fingers on the trigger.
With their fragile egos battered
and bruised, several racist white cops have constructed a mythology around themselves
as a coping mechanism in these circumstances. Despite being among the largest
consumers of interracial porn featuring white women and brolic black studs with
fake gold chains and du-rags, the cops imagine themselves as superheroes wholly
dedicated to the virtuous task of “Making America Great Again.”
This of course entails purging
this once great nation of young Black super predators who pray on the sexual
innocence of the ever-vulnerable white female. These racist cops wish to rekindle
the glory of D.W. Griffith’s film Rebirth of A Nation (1915), which
casts the Klu Klux Klan as heroes who rescue post-reconstruction America from
the clutches of the evil and oppressive
Black Man.
As this old mythos conjured in the
minds of white male policy enforcers plays out in the streets of America, many
Blacks lament the blatant disregard for Black life. As a response to all of the
madness, their collective myth consists of a messianic male figure who will
seduce them with his charisma, and galvanize them with his strength of singular
purpose.
In other words, many Blacks are
still under the impression that this awesome Brother is going to come along and
do ALL of the hard work for them. Many will praise a Jessie Williams for being
eloquently outspoken at an awards ceremony. At the same time, they refuse to
stick up for themselves under day-to-day circumstances, as if there is any
single man or woman who is going to tell Blacks something that they don’t
already know about what they “need to do” in 2017.
Many yearn for the sincere Black
man who is a preacher, a mystic, and a warrior all rolled into one. They want a
modern day Nat Turner. Nat Turner was the truth.
Born as a prisoner of war in the
month of scales (the Libra scales denote court houses and justice) Turner lead the
United States of America’s biggest slave revolt on August 22, 1831. Turner and
his brothers with burners killed every body walking who was not in spiritual
solidarity with the freedom of Black slaves. It is estimated that nearly 60
men, women, and children died in the aftermath of Turner’s slave rebellion. The
bloodbath intensified anti-slavery sentiments across the nation.
After being apprehended for a
brief court trial that was more of an occult ritual than it was a justice
preceding, Turner was executed by Virginia authorities on November 11, 1831. Recalling
the spiritual revelations that lead to his decision to rebel Turner reportedly
said:
“I now withdrew myself as much as my situation would
permit, from the intercourse of my fellow servants, for the avowed purpose of
serving the Spirit more fully--and it appeared to me, and reminded me of the
things it had already shown me, and that it would then reveal to me the
knowledge of the elements, the revolution of the planets, the operation of
tides, and changes of the seasons. After this revelation in the year 1825, and
the knowledge of the elements being made known to me, I sought more than ever
to obtain true holiness…”
This is very
interesting, because according to Turner’s own account—as it was relayed to us
by slave-owning Virginia attorney Thomas R. Gray—he did not dabble in conjure
root work which he supposedly thought was a waste of time. Turner was good old
Christian, and not a calculating crypto-Christo spiritualist. Whatever.
When we
examine Turner’s above quote which is taken from the same documented confession,
along with the fact that traditional African
spiritual practices were seen as a threat to slave-holders, it seems that
Turner’s disrespect for the conjure tradition was totally contrived by Gray. In
it is my opinion that the confessions of Nat Turner, as told to Thomas R. Gray,
is part journalism, part propaganda that was designed to serve the interests of
Virginia’s slave-driven economy. Furthermore, what is the likelihood that the Turner Rebellion was coincidentally 40 years to the exact day of the Haitian Revolution, which involved the practice of Obeah and Voudun.
The Summer of 1831 was a hot one.
Turner’s soul was in a furnace. Within the context of contemporary urban
linguistics, a gun is a “burner.” However a burner may literally be a furnace
and a furnace can be a burner when we consider the purpose and function of
these nouns within the context of standard English. For the symbo-literate, the
gun, the furnace, and the burner all occupy the same space at the same time
within the mind’s eye because they are all yoked through symbolic thought.
An artistic mind is a library of
symbols. Nat Turner’s soul was in a furnace, therefore it was lodged inside of
his gun, which thereby became a spiritual instrument used for spiritual work on
behalf of his people. Today, we are all Nat Turner and our only guns are the
tools that propel and catapult the divine intent of spirit forward.
Nate Parker has revived the memory
of Nat Turner among those who’ve dared to forget about him and his heroic
sacrifice. Parker wrote, directed and starred in the Turner bio-pic entitled
Birth of A Nation which is to be released this October, which is the same month
that Nat Turner was born. The new Turner film shares the same title as the
early 20th century film that alludes to Black men’s preoccupation
with white women’s vaginas.
After viewing a trailer for for the new Turner
film two years ago I felt excited. But I later felt confused when I learned
that it was being financed into mainstream movie theaters across the U.S. by
Fox Searchlight. The film distributor is
owned by the same people who give us Fox News, which for years, has laid the ideological
foundation for what has become Donald Trump’s presidential campaign.
Nate Parker, who was born in Virginia like Nat
Turner, is married to a white woman who has given him five daughters. Very
recently I learned that Parker and Jean Celestin, who helped him write the Nat
Turner biopic, had rape charges filed against them both while they were high
profile students on Penn State’s wrestling team
in 1999. Parker was acquitted, while Celestin was sentenced to six
months in jail for rape.
He appealed that verdict, and was
set for a retrial in 2005. It was never brought to retrial because the alleged
rape victim reportedly did not want to go back to court. This alleged victim
was a white woman who reportedly received $17,500 in a separate settlement from Penn State
after she left the school before graduating. She committed suicide in 2012, the
same year that Parker starred in the film, Red Tails, about the heroic Tuskegee
Airmen. In the psychology of the white
male Christian, the mention of a “red tail” may evoke the diabolic image of the
King of Hell.
Parker reportedly received $17.5
million dollars from Fox Searchlight for the right to distribute his film,
which is the largest payout ever for a Sundance Film Festival feature.
Hollywood was started, and is still run, by Jewish families. In the Hebrew
gematria used by Jewish mystics the number “175” represents the “King of Hell”
among other things. In the Christian mythos the king of hell is Satan,
therefore giving Parker $17.5 million would be the Judaic mystical equivalent
of giving him the infernal crown that belongs to Satan. According to The Order
of the Klu Klux Klan, Satan is a youthful, virile Black male with a big black
night stick that he beats curious white women with.
This is one of the reasons why
racist white males clutching big black night sticks and shiny, firm black
pistols, keep shooting unarmed young Black men down without impunity. Although
I don’t know how true it is, I’ve read that black dildos sell the most because
they evoke more intense feelings of power like the monolith floating around
Jupiter (the planet associated with kingship) in the Stanley Kubrick film, Space
Odyssey 2010.
The reoccurring figure of “175”
seems to suggest that Fox Searchlight was well aware of the rape charges that the young white woman
filed against Parker and Celestin who wrote The Birth of A Nation together.
To me it seems that Fox green lighted Parker
and Celestin’s new version of The Birth of A Nation (the two men came up with that title) just
to reinvigorate the energy and spirit of the ORIGINAL film by financing two men
whom some might say embody its central theme of Black Super Predators.
Mind you, the leading corporate
media outlets are reporting that Parker’s film is expected to be an Oscar
favorite in 2017. Of course “Oscar” is a phonetic anagram for “Ptah-Sokar” the
Kemetic netcher that the Oscar statue was modeled off of.
Lets lift up the legacies of our storied ancestors by studying
Hollywood game as far as story telling, writing, production, and business is concerned. We must tell our own stories so that we dont
soil the legacies of our Nat Turners which are compromised through the efforts
of Hollywood Theater Sorcery. Black writers need to seriously study world
mythology, human psychology, and the spiritual sciences to propel ourselves
and our ancestors forward into the future with pride and dignity.