I am in a place today the 10 of May, 2012, where I am attempting to be as positive as positive as can righteously be. I've gone as far as to have some of The Staples Singers on my stereo. Singing "let's Do It Again", straight into my one ear hole to the brain. Soothes my heart and Spirit's to listen to this group. The motion picture Wattstax turned me on to them way back when. Seems like so long ago - yet it seems as if it was just four or five years ago. Oh, Man, the movies of the time's back then...
...Shaft, Blacula, Let's Do It Again, Truck Turner with my favorite musician Issac Hayes, Super Fly by Curtis Mayfield, has to this day one of the best sound tracks of all time. Shit. Cleopatra Jones, Coffey, Cotton Comes To Harlem and I can stop and name so many more, but I'll move along and all the music that came with the motion pictures.
There are so many fantastic memories associated with this time of my life, My Path. The early to mid 1970's were perhaps some of the best years "of" my life. There was some ugly ass shit happening to me privately, but I kept a focus on my marks in school, ran with so pretty cool fellow's and was very much accepted in and with the Black community here in Tampa. The Mixed Blooded One found acceptance in a community that became a way of my life and a huge part of My Path.
I lied about my age on my first job application. I was 12.5 years old and passed for a sixteen year old dude. In a matter of time, I was a Crew Chief and running the store as a member of management. I think back and remember those day's of walking to work at the Chicken Joint (not it's true name) and walking home after work. Get home, shower, study and off to school the next day. Bused to school for integration.
The first album I ever purchased with "my" own money was Marvin Gaye's, "Let's Get It On". I think in my life span - I have gone through four vinyl albums, two cassette's and a Compact Disc. And recently a digital down load of this classic Soul Album. I have always loved the shit out of Mr. Marvin Gaye. He was a like a member of our family. His murder is one I'll take to my grave, haunted by a father shooting someone I considered a Hero.
My God, I was just reminded that the motion picture, "The God Father", forever changed the way I did certain things as a youth. Something clicked in my head and mind after seeing this at 12. My Mom took a bunch of the boy's and I to go see it in the theater.
Keep in mind this was the USA of the early '70's, the war was still going on, the assassinations of Malcolm X, Martin Luther King Jr., and Robert Kennedy had been less than a decade before...
...my Mixed Blooded ass, has seen with my own eye's and smelled with this nose, the difference we all live. I have felt the the spectrum's of Racism and prejudice and it's ugly business. It is because of my mixed bloodedness that I have been able to live in various communities and be accepted and respected by so many.
But, I kid you not, Relations, I have been abused and prejudiced against by many-too-many White's and Latin's in my day's here on Earth Mother. Yes, I have the Race's in my very blood, but what am I to mean? I was abused, as in physical, emotional, sexual - Rape, and prejudiced against more by the White's in my life than any Race. The Latin's with their ears and eye's closed "MUST HAVE" had some idea that I was being Sexually Abused/Raped/Incested by Men in their Community. Fuck! We lived on the same street!
Never once! Even when I was the sole paled skin mixed breed in the bunch, was I ever molested by any in the Black communities I visited/lived/ate/frequented as a youth and adolescent or adult. NEVER ONCE! In the Native American Communities, I have the same thing to say. The absolute same thing to say...
...I never had to play "thug" life or paint my face a different colour. And gladly so. For so many years of this life - I have loved being a Mixed Breed Dude and have been an incredibly skilled chameleon. A major benefit.
This is the year 2012, I am 52 years of age, and to this day, I continue to be prejudiced against, by the very people with similar skin colour as mine. I know this as a Man, Man. I have seen this through these same eye orbs all my life. This is why there are times when a bit of genuine hatred surfaces. How in the hell do you forgive the people who have done you the most harm in Life and or Path. Those who by their irresponsibility altered my very Path.
Oh, and by the way, there are two thing's on this Planet Earth Mother, that "wurk my last nur'" time and time and time again. Today, I'll share:
1. Are The Wannabe's. These are Folks from the Wanna Be Tribe. They Wanna be this race and or from that nation and everything but themselves. If you've got to fake it, Honey's, it ain't worth it a damn. Be you.
2. Lazy Folk! Especially them who are lazy and have been given this news on numerous occasions. I swear! There have been so many summa-bitchin' times I have thought about writing Dear Miss. Lady.
Wait, a third one has come up...
3. Them extra-extra-extra Large ass Folks, who plop their big trunks onto them little electric powered carts at the market. The way I look at this, is like this, "Ho, if you didn't come in on a wheel chair, Yo ass needs to walk anyways...
...what? Or "Y Que?". Shit, I'm only telling the truth.
Oh yes, a fourth one.
4. Terrorist. It doesn't make any difference the colour or their skin or orgin of birth. A terrorist is a terrorist. Deal with them accordingly.
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