thank we free

Yo folk, this is self-evaluative…. we some fked up folks. We seem and appear to care about the mundane, music, sports (of which I am guilty also) entertainers, what folks think of us and anything that really has no direct bearing on our immediate lives. I spent tonight looking at "Boycott": The Montgomery Bus Boycott while I figure many folks were or are out having fun, at a bar, or a club or just out in the streets. And for the record, Jeffrey Wright and Terrence Howard put it down. We didn’t have such worries or cares when we were in the bowels of slave ships being transported to foreign lands.

It is just that now; our slave ships are landed in front of us, on walls and in our bedrooms and come with remote controls. The folk in Montgomery went 381 days without riding the bus. Taking cabs, car pooling, walking and what have you to express their passion for right and showing that thing were not, as the say ALL GOOD. We can’t go without a telephone, a car, a television, the club, or any other material contamination with out bitching and complaining or fusing. Then there is the conundrum of being too lazy to read and the tendency to take what ever we see on the cathode ray tube as being gospel without query.

I aint trying to be deep, albeit folks say I am and chastise me for such, but if the perception is that I am, then so be it. I’m certain Martin King Jr. said the same. But necessity and reality dictated that he had to be deep for others were too shallow(2 quote Gnarles Barkley "its deep how u can be so shallow"), to soft, to scared, to un-informed, poorly read and too preoccupied with the surface contingent to observe that things were not as good as they appeared.

See I still remember when I was six, and Dr. King was murdered in my fair city of Memphis. I can still recant of that day. Of my uncle marching from Hamilton High School, the same school I attended, with the same teachers that taught him and my mother and her sisters, heading toward downtown to burn it down – and that they did. That night all over the city, I can still see to this day the National Guards in their jeeps and on every corner, telling me directly, couldn’t play outside after 8pm in my own yard. I could see the flames lighting up the sky all the way from downtown.

Yea folk, we got a problem, we thank we free, not think, for if we thought, then we would discern the opposite, that we are still, if not more slave than ever. Our passion is not justice, or liberty or self-determination but instead, money, fame, status, and the penchant to not to wan to be bothered about any thing that requires rigorous thought, planning or rumination.

So I write this, take the time to pen these ruminations of mine in honor of the aforementioned man on the weekend leading up to his commemoration. For I learned from him and others that there is a great urgency to attempt to present the invisible to the blind, in times that are perilous when the masses cannot. You see, I take pride for being able to recant his speeches, as well as those of others, and knowing that I have read nearly all of all he and such individuals took the time to write from within the corpus of their being and spirit via their intellect. See I am a fighter for what is just and even worse what I believe in as long as it is not petty. I don’t like to box, albeit I can, for I’d rather beat a person down with brain cells. My momma always told me that if you wanna hide something from a nigga put it a book. I took that lesson to heart and came to realize aint no body deep, others are just lazy and desire for others to do the work for the, So with that said. Dr. King, toast to you. Good Lookin'.

And my folk Eb .... thanks for making me reflect, i guess i cant help it...u good people