So then, Olivia Fox, the next dialogue in the Donald J. Trump/Joe Biden story should be coming from Kamala Harris due to her affiliation with all of these death-talking gangsta rappers she’s been meeting with lately. I mean, they talk and sell that death on a regular daily basis but they asses all up in comfort somewhere, not on the frontlines and they’re elevated on pedestals for it and praised up!?
So now we have the young highly-influenced posers coming up and out assuming their futuristic positions in society and they’ve got all sorts of gangster rap lyrics floating in their heads!
So mental health issues are very real! The fact that we’ve had to wade through the cruel ass makeshift laws of Jim Crow after slavery is just plain wrong! When we finally gathered our strength and confidence as a people and a movement we were able to organize, gather, regroup, and even strike back with a little game of our own. Fight with flimflam as I call it! It’s a slang term that I can best describe as the fledgling makings of jazz, hip hop, and scatting, and it all right on up to the stages of the ’70s, after making it through the very trying times of the ‘60s and civil rights.
I give a shoutout to my two granddads the names of Flemion and Fleming, on both sides of my family tree. In my saluting to the overcoming of our struggles here in America, I believe this is only the beginning of the deep fake era and all the mental wounds are going deep. Once again the onus is being volleyed back and forth in this futuristic struggle between Esau and Jacob for this promised land.
It seems like some sort of fight is brewing as we’ve gotten a new influx of immigrants from overseas, as well as from South America, seeking out opportunities up north. I mean, it totally took us all of that time to recover from our Dr. Martin Luther King’s assassination, causing riots and bringing forth our super ’70s streak and the Black Panthers, til they slowed us once again with the crack epidemic.
I recall finding it quite bewildering that our government would purposely harm and sabotage its own residents! We’ve learned of the hate more vividly via the acclaimed filmmaker Ava DuVernay’s film “13th.”
Well, we weren’t quite learning how to be slaves way back then when I was growing up, you know!? I was on course for my entry into the books of who’s who! So by the 90’s Generation X was now on deck and ready for the world to make our marks on it real properly! It wasn’t til then that we got our first black coach in the NBA and yes, finally, a Black president after the turn of the century!
Now it’s been a long time, but yes, it is some long and hard-fought progress and achievement that broke forth with the affirmative action of the 80s that offered an alternative to all of the superfly blow, smack, and crack dealing and indulging, for those who could and were able to hold down a 9 to 5, building wealth for others but still being able to now at least afford the ghetto project apartments.
Who got the better deal though, us or the Native Americans? I mean we got roaches and rats, but they got their designated wild parts and lands to grow and roam free in rugged outdoors, not to mention a hell of a trail of tears to walk it all out upon and in, like wow! Those caucasians really know how to plot and plunder rather properly, huh guys!? They were the original outlaws of their lands in old England, outcasted to the wind!
So I hear there is a war brewing, be it a rematch of the civil war or God’s children versus man’s children of technology, which would be the deep fake era. I think we can go with the image of Trump’s Black power fist that morphed into a Hitler salute and exclamations to fight like “fight the power,” thus transforming it from a salute to Black love into honor for Black hate! The flipside of that coin is the door rushing of a football game between Argentina and Colombia, which would bring to mind what’s embedded within my memories, Shakira’s song “Hips Don’t Lie” in which Wyclef exclaims “No fighting!”
Salute!
