Raisin in the Pun

#ADOS is the latest feel good, social media driven movement seeking reparations from the U.S Government for the enslavement of Africans in America. Like many other human and civil rights social media movements, #ADOS was born out of our people’s frustration with the status quo and the current reality of racism directed at and negatively affecting people of color; primarily Africans in America.  It is a movement whose primary mission is to seek compensation payable to African Americans for the forced and free labor extracted from our Ancestors in America from 1619 until the end of the American Civil War.   There are several issues I have with #ADOS that I find problematic. First and foremost, the acronym itself is insulting and highly disrespectful to our ancestors and their rich history, culture and contributions to human civilization prior to what is called American slavery and of which Pan-African people rightfully call the African Holocaust. I am not, nor have...

Ufafanuzi wa Afrika U naozingatia (Afrikan Centered Manifesto) Preamble: We, the ascendants of the great peoples of the African Continent recognize and consciously acknowledge that we are free and sentient-human beings. We also recognize that we are profoundly African through our cultural heritage, melanin and our life experiences. We overstand and are conscious of the unmitigated truth that our African Ancestors created the first Sentient-Human, High Culture Civilizations beginning (at the latest) in circa 12,900 B.C.   This fact is proven through the truth found in physical, mathematical, astronomical, astrological and geographical data found in calculating the positions of the stone edifices of Kemet, Nubia, Sumer and Itiop built by our African Ancestors in relationship to the planets, stars and the unchanged and unchanging patterns and precise movement of all known bodies throughout the universe.      I.       ...

By Heru Ammen Lights, camera, action! Cue Baltimore. Wait for it. Wait for it. And now coming to the stage…..black pastors, ministers, academics, activists, leaders, pundits, politicians, and their wannabe sycophants. They are like dyslexic roaches coming out only when the lights come on - framing them in the center of the pomp and circumstance of another hood uprising. They all wax eloquently about this and that and the need for black folks to “come together.” They prance to and fro in front of or near the camera waiting for their 15 minutes of fame outfitted in their finest attire; neon silk, wool blend or polyester pinstripe suits, gators and staceys, monogram cotton or silk shirts complete with gold (or gold plated) cuff links and jeweled finger and neck accoutrements. When approached by a reporter, they dance a jig of excitement, make the appropriate gas face and invoke Dr. Martin Luther King’s famous staccato when they speak; all the while talking loud and offering n...