Black Men Magazine Covers Don’t Cover Contempt for Black Women

I’m supposed to criticize black women for crossing over? I cannot.

Let me first state that we are dealing with numbers here. It has gotten to be annoying but necessary to preface all comments that deal with social phenomena with an acknowledgement that what is discussed is of a general nature based upon statistical odds. Please do not reply with singular examples or point out that this does not apply to all black men or all black women. Obviously, it does not. Not all people fall ill to anything. An epidemic does not have to affect everyone for it to be an emergency.
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The evidence is that the vast majority of black men prefer women who look more like the non-black man’s mother when he was conceived than his own. That evidence is blaring in the dating site statistics; studies done by black people in social psychology journals; marriage and cohabitation studies done by black and white scientists and economists; the casting calls for rap videos, and, most importantly; the everyday experience of black girls and women. This last proof is what young women see when they walk into their brothers’, cousins’, and male friends’rooms or into convenience stores where black men are browsing these magazines. Friday night at the club shows more of the same. Black men carrying toddler seats to the restaurant table shows more of the same.

Statistics showing that currently married black men are mostly married to black women do not contradict this evidence. A large percentage of black men do not marry at all. And, when they do, they overwhelmingly strive to do so with women who have traits atypical of black women in any significant part of Africa that has not been exposed to admixture with non-black genetics. Again, this a matter of plain fact that is demonstrated by solid scientific data. Men all over the world have always availed themselves of the opportunity to put their penises in the available vaginas when the vaginas of the women they most desired—- beyond their genital’s ability to produce brief physical pleasure with eyes closed, if necessary— were not available. And, when there are no vaginas, the evidence is that many men will use another man’s rectum. So, the mere result of a nappy-headed baby being born of such sexual contact is not any evidence of preference for their nappy-headed mothers.

The evidence is also that the overwhelming majority of black women, however, prefer black men over every other type of men. Said evidence can be found in all of the sources referenced in the paragraph above this one.

These are the facts. This is not a matter of “debating over who’s been oppressed the worst, who isn’t valued the most, who’s been hurt the most etc.” It is, to me, disingenuous to attempt to put this matter of preference in a hat with all of the issues termed “gender wars” between black men and black women. All other matters of behavior are moot between a man and a woman when the man really does not want her because of how she looks. This is similar to tabling all communication and other issues when one spouse learns that the other is homosexual.

So, what are the millions of black women to do with no prospects of marrying a black man who truly wants and desires her? She has four options:
1) Be back-up pu$$y whether dating or married;
2) Be in a polygynous relationship with one of the few black men who do genuinely prefer black women;
3) Be celibate; * In my view, this includes changing one’s intimacy orientation to lesbianism and seeking to only have one’s eggs fertilized by some means unrelated to heterosexual pair-bonding.
4) Accept an offer of marriage or a date she believes could lead to marriage with a non-black man

These are all bad options compared to being with a black man who truly desires her. Option 1 encourages this trend among black men to continue or accelerate and is the option most black women are taking. But, for most black women, each of these four options compromise both her physical and emotional health. Far be it from me to criticize any black woman for reaching for the poisoned food from which she is left to choose. It is up to black men to work among themselves to get the poison out of the soil.

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If you have food to offer me in a prison when I have none, how do you with any sanity and honor criticize me for taking food from a guard? That is what black men do who criticize black women for accepting offers from white men.

* “Option 3” was amended to correct an oversight that originalwoman13 pointed out in the comments to this piece.

1st Anniversary of Zimmerman Acquittal

We will put our minds on it and to it: Within this generation, when they come to harm even one of us, WE will be ready.

What’s So Funny? Oh! A Black Woman Being Hurt!

http://countercurrentnews.com/2014/07/white-cop-and-bystander-hold-down-and-beat-black-woman-for-jaywalking/

Awww, I’m too serious, right?
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1990-1994: In Living Color television comedy hour. Jaime Foxx is in drag for the recurrent character, Wanda, a hideous, bizarre-acting character with exaggerated buttocks and lips and a deformed walk.

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1992-1997: “Martin”, the television sitcom. Martin Lawrence plays a character that has nothing but venomous and contemptuous exchanges with the dark-skinned side-character, Pam, whose nappy hair is often the punch line of a joke.
Martin, in drag, also portrays Sheneneh, another hideous bizarre-acting side-character with exaggerated buttocks and lips and a deformed walk.

Throughout the sitcom series, Martin’s title character is involved with and eventually marries a very-light-skinned female character, Gina.
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2000 and 2006: Big-screen movies Big Mama’s House & Big Mama’s House 2. Lawrence is in drag again as a loud, large, masculine black grandmother.
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2005-2013: Eight (8) Madea movies . Madea is a character created and portrayed by Tyler Perry. The character is a towering, massive, and thuggishly tough elderly woman

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Black people have been primed to laugh at and/or cheer when black women are battered; or at least, have no outrage about it. After all, we have been primed to see black women as , really, black men in drag. So, we deserve to be battered. Or, can surely take it. We’re the tough-as-nails. “strong black woman” who can compete in an 800 meters collegiate race white eight-months pregnant and we can take a heavy-weight left hook on a bus after being a public nuisance. Madea can.

So, why not take, upload to social media, and laugh at videos of black women being injured or sneer at very brown little girls being sexually exploited or exposed. Or, talk of black mothers, generally, as being of the character that grows to full form from these tots. Why not laugh?

Non-black people are laughing, too. And, gunning us down—female AND male.

The gender of beasts; of vermin, is of no consequence. Once the females have been divested of expected consideration— even grandmothers— children are simply potential threats. And, black males, if you think you had it bad before, you ought to hear the gears shifting into overdrive now. If you thought this black-men-in-a-dress thing was only about feminizing black males, think again.

Poisonous propaganda about a people is almost always served early with the sugar of comedy. We might laugh ourselves into a killing field.

Who’s Playing Along with the NBA? On LeBron James, Michael Jordan, Kawhi Leonard & The Rules on Color

I look Arab. Don’t I? Draft me!

I woke up this morning to a slew of Facebook posts by black people saying how ridiculous it was to have ever spoken of LeBron James as being anywhere near the greatness of Michael Jordan— after last night’s 4-1 San Antonio Spurs blow-out win over LeBron James’ Miami Heat team in the NBA Finals. These posts were given thousands of thumbs-ups — by other black people. White folks wouldn’t go to much trouble to disagree with that. But, white folks were spending their basketball-trash-talking minutes this morning fawning all over the greatness of the most international team (and, arguably the most explicitly anti-black team) in the NBA and, of course, the greatness of their beloved Great White Father, “Pop.” That latter title of the Spurs’ coach always sets to mind for me Adolf Hitler’s name for Nazi Germany as the “Fatherland.” But, I’ve digressed. What I’m going to do in this article is point out: 1) why so many black people show love to Jordan but throw glare on James, and; 2) why so many black people REALLY delighted in seeing the Spurs demolish the Heat.

WHY SO MANY BLACK PEOPLE SHOW LOVE TO MICHAEL JORDAN BUT THROW GLARE ON LEBRON JAMES
No, the facts do not bear out that MJ and LBJ are widely separated by performance.

From the outstanding article on Black Men on Sports (BOSS), BOSS Sports | Vigalantee: LeBron, Show Black Pride Openly And You’ve Got MJ Beat:

“Michael Jordan’s team did not clear .500 in the regular season until his fourth season in the league, 1987-1988, when Scottie Pippen and Horace Grant came aboard and Doug Collins was coach….”

The Cav’s went to the playoffs [James’] 3rd season in the league and that was coming straight out of H.S. while Jordan came into the league after 2 years of college ball. James left Cleveland for Miami and has reached the Finals in all three years, winning twice. Through 10 years, Jordan holds a 3-2 edge in championships and Finals MVPs. James has a 4-3 edge in Finals appearances and regular-season MVPs. The numbers for these two all-time greats are through Jordan’s age-31 year and James’ age-28 year. “

Like most beliefs that do not reconcile with the facts, this one about Jordan far out-performing James is based upon bias. In this case, it is a bias caused by white folks to further their system of domination.

A lot of black people dislike LeBron James, essentially, because a lot of white folks dislike him: kinda the way black people disliked Malcolm X in his day because, they were told was an adequate reason, The Minister advocated “violence” ( self-defense).
In LBJ’s case, somehow it’s related to “how The Decision was done.” That was a product created by the white folks who control marketing. LBJ had every right to profit from it though all the money he made from it went to charity. James also had/has every right to be vocal about his confidence. When white men do it, it’s called “leadership.” When black men do it, it’s called “cockiness” (not surprisingly). Think about the word, “cocky.” Minister Malcolm was not a well-behaved Negro and neither is King James of America. I understand that we don’t like those of us whom our dominators don’t like because those rebels make us nervous. But, we gotta deal with that nervousness in a more constructive way. The rebels are right and the dominators are wrong.

WHY SO MANY BLACK PEOPLE REALLY DELIGHTED IN SEEING THE SPURS DEMOLISH THE HEAT

Black people hate blackness, of course. We hate seeing it like a vain 50-yr-old hates looking into mirrors. We prefer to see ourselves as something different, something better, we believe, than we actually are. Most black people prefer to see ourselves as the mulattoes that have replaced us in mass media. This is often discussed as regards black women and hair weaves. But, witness it now in black men: A friend of mine told me this morning that she was watching game 5 last night in a lounge. My friend told me, “at a table next to mine were several young black men who talked about The Spurs having a black man from this country and that…how this one was mixed with this and that….they high-fived when the Spurs scored and one yelled for them to whoop them ‘black mutha fuckas asses'”

Hasn’t anyone noticed how the NBA has had, for the last 5-10 years, a much higher percentage of lighter-skinned black players than exists in the general population or that existed before that time? Professional sports have now become like any other job. Lighter skin can qualify you when ability alone cannot. This change in policy by the racists was quite deliberate and explained very well in a piece on Aljazeera, entitled, Far from Sterling: Rebranding racism in sports, written during the 2nd round of this year’s NBA play-offs:

“The National Basketball Association (NBA) has evolved into a global commodity. With fans all over the world, its top athletes are as recognisable as Lionel Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo. Although a worldwide brand today, the NBA’s struggle has long been selling a “Black game” to a white audience stateside, and non-Blacks on the international front.

‘Less black and more professional’

Today 76 percent of NBA players are Black. Before the influx of international talent in the 1990s, the proportion of Black players was even higher. NBA owners, all of whom were white until 2002, set off to do the impossible: convert a predominantly Black NBA into a non-Black league.

First, league owners sought to transform the league’s image. Hip-hop culture was ubiquitous in the NBA, manifested by the music played at stadiums to the style of dress worn by its biggest stars. The corn-rowed Allen Iverson, who commonly wore baseball caps and medallions at press conference, replaced the suit-and-tie professionalism of Michael Jordan.

The shift was far more than merely aesthetic. Jordan personified the apolitical sensibility and trans-racial marketability NBA owners coveted. Jordan was said to ‘transcend race’, while Iverson’s slang resonated more with street kids than corporate sponsors. While Jordan faded away from race and politics, claiming: ‘Republicans buy sneakers, too’, Iverson represented the very culture and community NBA owners sought to clip.”

To “transcend race” means to not talk about racism (the domination of black people). That can include not talking much AT ALL and looking down when not looking at some task on the court. It’s not his fault and I’m not demeaning the Spur small-forward, Kawhi Leonard’s, talent. But, of course, his behavior and speech fit the latter specs. The same can be said of The Oklahoma City Thunder’s Reggie Jackson. Let me reiterate that I am NOT blaming Mr. Leonard or Mr. Jackson. They are being severely victimized and it shows. Victims are not to blame for their victimization. Period.

To be “more professional and less black” as referenced in the Aljazeera piece, means to as much as possible, literally and phenotypically be less black. The international list of black NBA players fits this bill more than it does not. But, it also includes many born right here in these 50 united states in North America. An Arab in Dubai watching an NBA game might think that Danny Green, Tim Duncan, Stephen Curry, or Blake Griffin are Arabs. And, a lot of black people would like to escape their black self-perception by seeing themselves in such players.

In other words, a lot of the dislike that black people have for the Miami Heat, as currently constituted, and much of the fondness we have for the Spurs is not because of the way the latter play team ball but is just plain colorism born of being dominated by non-black folk.

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Increasingly, it’s becoming clear that Grandma’s house isn’t the place for our little ones to be when we cannot watch them if Grandma is going to have that TV on. Or, is going to buy white dolls given with hugs and kisses. Or, is going to fawn all over people with lighter-eyes, straighter hair, and/or lighter skin. Or, is going to have a picture of white Jesus or Fard Muhammad on her wall. ETCETERA.”’

Unhappily Nappy: Dr. Oz Teaches Black Women How To Deal With Their Kinky Curly Natural Hair

“To the extent that racists have anything to do with it, its effect will be racist”— Neely Fuller, Jr..

This is just another step in white folks steering us into what is and what is not “acceptable” appearing natural hair for us.Let’s not fall for the banana in the tail-pipe again.

We’ve seen this before and how it turns out. It’s how Melvin Van Peebles’ ground-breaking film, Sweet Sweetback’s Baadasssss Song, turned into white-financed Super Fly and Hustle & Flow. It’s how the “natural” turned into the “afro” and then the afro with a “blow-out kit” (mild lye relaxer) and then into the Jheri curl. And, let’s be clear: Even the woman who had her hair chopped does not have hair most typical of black people who are unmixed.

It’s how the walk out of Virgina public schools for equal facilities turned into the nation-wide fight to attend their schools. ENOUGH already.

We can study their materials for our own purposes. But, we should know by now that it is better to learn from the mistakes of our own judgment than
to EVER consider their counsel.

How to Unconciously Defend Racists: Chris Paul not Saved by the Bell

Former L.A. Clippers owner, Donald Sterling/Tokowitz, goes to a black baptist church for forgiveness. His former star black employee, guard Chris Paul is given, for a birthday present, an autographed pic of a white woman that the now married-to-a-black woman hoopster says was his first love. Racist Man and Racist Woman are a devastating tag team.

Sterling warned his cha-cha, V. Stivano, that she was viewed as a “Latina or delicate white woman” and to stay away from black men. Chris Paul protested that statement. But, he’s married to, in the parlance of the world of people Sterling is in, a not-so- delicate woman: a very brown-skinned woman. The delicate white woman was Paul’s first love. By, implication, it is his first choice. Especially since he flipped out about getting the pic. How would that play in your marriage? I know how it would play in mine. And, it proves that Sterling was justified in his concerns. Why does King Kong deserve Fay Ray?

Pop & Timmy: Power Couple

This is the photo ESPN has under the title of their article, “Pop and Timmy: Power Couple

All of the rape of black men and boys so prevalent before the Confederation did battle with the Union forces. Well, it still goes on both literally and figuratively. White men are obsessed with dominating the sexuality of black people: including that of black males. All that sexual tension in this drama with Pop and Timmy.

I was gonna say that cantankerous Popovich—which rhymes with Papa B!tch— is a prize arse hole. Butt, that has too much sexual in-u-end-doe.

Hey, I didn’t even have to try to be clever. This stuff is just woven into their language.

I’ve gotten sucked [ 😉 ] into this NBA theater every year since LeBron James ran to the other plantation. I’m gonna try to make this the last year.

Just Say No to Combs

It’s just plain math, i.e., logic. No one likes pain. IF combing hair causes pain and hair must/should be combed, THEN, hair that can be combed with no/less pain IS “good hair.”

Time is precious. IF combing hair rakes a lot of time and hair must/should be combed, THEN, hair that can be combed with no/less time IS “good hair.”

If you have very tightly coiled-hair that you don’t regularly change into not-so-bad hair with chemical or mechanical heat, your hair could logically be reasoned to be bad unless you style your hair WITHOUT COMBING in a manner that does not require pain or undue time (more than about 90 minutes per week). Or, unless you shave it all off.

I do not have “bad hair” and I am not bald. My hair is a mix of curls of various diameters (some natural and some fashioned with conditioner and my fingers) and naps and locs. I REASONABLY de-tangle my hair with my fingers before and after washing. I do use scissors to clean the lines here and there as I got myself emotionally unattached to length except enough to see the luxurious, has-its-own-mind textures. But, I’ve no need to rid my head of every single tangle anymore than I’ve a need for the shrubbery in my yard to look just like the grass. And, I get compliments all the time on both my hair and my yard.

I had a math problem to solve and I solved it.

In South Africa, during “apartheid,” white folks would administer the “comb test” to determine whether to classify some children as “coloured” (mixed race) and, therefore qualified to be spared of some mistreatment coming to those classified as black. THAT is a “racially biased” test if ever I heard of one. I refuse to administer it to myself.

I must, according to my counter-racist code, tell the truth about my weaknesses and faults in any matter that I solicit the same of others. And, that truth is that I did not correctly solve this problem at the time that I chose to have offspring. I solved the “bad hair” problem of my offspring by selecting a father with straight hair. He also has pink skin.

Once Upon A Time….One Young Woman’s Journey Back to Her Roots

This is a reprint of an entry into a brand new blog about a subject that is as important as any that I can think of. In this issue of hair is wrapped every other issue of white domination. It is, I think, like pulse or blood pressure, a measure of ease with ourselves as we contend with all at odds with it. My personal observation: In the photos of JJ, her beauty increases with each step closer to her naturally luxurious crown (excessive coil-busting “fros” being better than hair that’s been laid to rest but a step away from the luxurious, vibrant texture in the last pic) . While some counter-examples may exist in which attractive presentation decreases with a more natural coiffure, I’ve never seen one. And, this, for me, is a purely aesthetic opinion, not a political one.

You can keep up with this young lady’s work in this area at her blog here on wordpress: JJ Goes Natural
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Once Upon A Time….
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My History, or Rather, Hairstory

If you would have told me years ago that I would eventually muster the courage to wear my hair in its natural state, I would have laughed in your face! I have to admit that I’ve been through it all with this hair of mine over the years.

I was born into the world with hair that would evolve from being baby soft to REALLY thick like millions of other Black women and men worldwide. My mother did not have too much difficultly maintaining my hair as a toddler, but my hair was seen as an insurmountable challenge for her as I got older. Washing it was easy, but combing and styling it was a whole ‘notha matter! It was very difficult for her to use straight-tooth combs in my hair since it was thick and tightly coiled. I would either flinch or cry while it took her HOURS to finish. I thought, “God, what could be worse than THIS?!” She couldn’t even do cornrows for the most part, so I usually had my hair put in bubbles and barrettes.

She could stand no more of this by the time I turned 8, so I started to get my hair permed.

I can remember her coming home with the “Just For Me!” No Lye Relaxer (or Chemical Mutilator) for the first time. It was this white box with the faces of other young black girls on the cover with curly and straight hair. I wasn’t necessarily excited about her getting the perm kit because I didn’t fully grasp what it would do to my hair. But when I got my hair permed for the first time, I absolutely LOVED how straight it was. I didn’t cry when she combed it, it felt sleek and I could shake it, and I had hair similar to my friends at Catholic school. I was the only black girl in my class for many years, so it felt great being able to fit in with my friends with long and straight hair. Little did mom – let alone me – realize the damage perming would cause to my hair.

Perming my hair was not too bad at first, but the overall condition of my hair started declining over time. ”Just Like Me!” simply didn’t work as it used to. I would get my hair permed on a Saturday, and it would get frizzy by mid-week. I went through two other perming products by the time I was 12 and dealt with the same problem. Even the perming process itself became more painful. When mom rubbed that white cream on my scalp, I felt like my head was literally going to catch on fire! I would get bumps, scabs, and burns all over my scalp as a result, and even developed a terrible case of dandruff that lingered for years.

Me in high school with short permed hair.

I eventually started going to mom’s hair stylist at 13. I noticed that my hair grew longer than ever before it became extremely short. Little by little, I just became sick and tired of my hair, was tired of dealing with the perm, and wanted a change despite not knowing what to do next.

My mother’s hair stylist suggested that I consider wearing my hair braided. She herself was transitioning to natural hair and thought it was probably time for me to give up the perm and start keeping my hair in its natural state. She said, “The braids will allow you to keep your hair and is easy to manage since you won’t have to maintain it each and every day.” This was great news for a borderline LAZY person like me since I did not want to do my hair everyday, let alone wear it natural. A family friend did my hair in braids for the next six years, and they were easy to manage like my hair stylist said they’d be.
Me as a college freshman with BRAIDS 🙂

The braids were long and looked like dread locs to many people, so I liked wearing them and getting them done every 2 months. They were also easy to wash each week and my natural hair kept growing until all my permed hair was GONE. However, I still had a terrible dandruff problem and noticed my hair was dry and full of dandruff between appointments. When I took out my braids in-between appointments, I would just marvel at my natural hair! I’d think, “Wow, my real hair is so interesting!” I had a big afro that extended from the sides from my head and upwards (to the sky, it seemed).

My desire for natural hair became too large to simply ignore, so I started wearing my hair braid-free this July. I have to say that it was one of the best decisions of my life. I loved those braids a lot, and definitely much more than my old-time perm, but wearing my own hair feels so much better and seems right for me. I do more with my hair than I have EVER done before. It’s healthy and stays dandruff-free throughout the week. More importantly, I’ve developed this level of confidence I never thought I would have as a natural. I also don’t associate my hair with being “thick”, “nappy”, or all these other negative words that are only tied to Black people’s hair. My hair is “unique”, “a divine creation” like all other hair forms, and is my “curly, protective shield”. I look forward to nurturing it the way it was MEANT to be nurtured and cared for both now and in the future.

That is my hairstory! Feel free to share yours 🙂

Anderson Silva Beaten by White men, err, Weidman in UFC 162

The man who is said to be the best mixed-martial arts (MMA) practitioner of all time, who defended his UFC title a record 10 times, Anderson Silva, got dominated last night during his unsuccessful title middle-weight defense against Chris Weidman (sounds like “white man”). He was not dominated by Weidman alone. As is the case for every single day of Silva’s life, he was dominated by the folks who comprise the global system of white domination (racism). The only difference is that, last night, we got to see it on blazing display. To me, it is totally obvious that Silva was forced to throw that fight last night and that he wanted us to know it. I hold this to be true despite UFC president, Dana White’s, expletive-laced denial of the fight being fixed. I hold this to be true despite Silva saying, “He’s the best. I did my best, but he’s the best.” As standard news stories have reported, “Silva inexplicably kept his hands down and kept shouting to Weidman to fight.” Many white folks are saying that’s Silva’s characteristic cock-y-ness and that he paid for it last night. That is absurd. Silva is one of the most unassuming guys in the sport and he’s the smartest fighter in MMA. I agree with most of the sport world: If he’d planned on winning that fight with Weidman last night then, yes, it was inexplicable of him to keep his hands down as much as he did.

Silva’s is as smart as any victim I know. He knows that in combat, one must deceive. At some point, Silva, realized, that he was being combated outside of the octogon more than in it. Silva said, as early as 2008, that he wanted to complete the remaining six fights on his contract and retire. He said at that time, “It has nothing to do with money because I’m a humble person who has an ordinary life. Actually I never did it for money…Everything I could do for MMA, I already did. Now it’s time to help the new generation. You will not see myself pinching a fly anymore…I’m going to be fat, with a big belly by the side of the Octagon, eating popcorn behind the scenes.” I think he’s been tired of all of the white maneuvering for quite a while. Tired of not being able to have the say that white fighters have in who and when they fight. Tired of white fighters who he thought were “brothers” agreeing to fight him. Tired of having to defend his wife’s honor and his sons’ respect against the white guy, Chael Sonnen, who takes performance-enhancing drugs and said, “Tell Anderson Silva I will pat his wife on the ass and have her make me a steak.” But, the racists wanted to stop Silva from retiring undefeated in title defenses. And, they wanted him to take damage. Some severe pressure was brought to bear to keep Silva fighting. I do not know what it was. I just know white folks. And, as well as I know my toothbrush, I know that loud collective “boo,” when Weidman entered the arena last night, had to have been bought and planted. One thing white men CANNOT change is their gut-level antipathy for black-male physical prowess. I don’t recall any other time when the boos for Silva did not greatly outweigh any for his opponent. Now, if the boos were bought and planted, I knew it was a cover for the racist conspiracy, yes, damn it, conspiracy to take Silva down last night.

Silva had a couple of choices last night: 1) throw the fight as “asked,” or 2) anger Dana White’s mafia thereby putting God-knows-what and God-knows-who at risk and being forced into fights with little notice, enduring “accidents” by training partners, being tasked with super-fights in which he would have to lose weight, then gain weight, etc..
And, all the while, having to cap his testosterone so as to not offend white guys. He chose #1. And, he did it in such a fashion so as to deprive white men of chest-thumping while, at the same time, protesting that he had to make that choice. His corner men were visibly concerned and confused at Silva’s agitated behavior between the first and second round. This was not the man they knew.

After Weidman obliged Silva’s repeated invitations to knock him out, Silva said he had no desire to fight for the championship. No desire to be premier exhibit of big-game being taken down by the white hunter. This was Silva’s way out—five years later than when he’d first announced it. Dana White, UFC president and spokesman, said he has other plans for Silva. Anderson Silva is TIRED. He said so on the mic in the ring last night. Is there a black person over the age of thirty who does not understand that? *If you are so inclined to understand or relate metaphorically, The KJV book of Daniel 7:25 attests.
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Most case studies in racism are sports events. Joe Louis, Jesse Owens, Jackie Robinson, Muhammad Ali, Michael Vick, Serena Williams, Alan Iverson, LeBron James, Anderson Silva, the Michigan Fab Five, et al.. This is because, though there are always white folks working to mistreat black people in all areas of people activity, victims most often encounter direct mistreatment on the job. And, though most of us have trouble getting the interest of even our close kin in the abuse we are taking from white folks on our jobs, all eyes are on the jobs of a black professional athletes. I have absolutely no shame in admitting that I watch tennis only to see what white folks are up to with Venus, Serena, and Gaël Monfils; that I watched gymnastics only to see the effects of white folks on Gabby Douglas; that I watched golf (yes, past tense) only to see what they were up to with Tiger, that I watch basketball only to see how white folks deal with each member of the Miami Heat “Big Three,” and watch MMA only to keep tabs on their moves against Anderson Silva and Jon Jones…. You get the picture. The big picture. The only “game” in the known universe. The only war in the known universe. The system of racism. The system of white domination.
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Now, back to watching the conspiracy in favor of Trayvon Martin’s murderer, George Zimmerman. It’s time for a lot of us to put down the boxing gloves, basketballs, and tennis rackets, and start having fun with the periodic table of elements and writing computer code.
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