WarZone

WarZone: The Revolution Will Not Be On The Internet

2009-11-29T05:14:00.000-08:00

Pretty soon brothers and sisters, the internet will be shut down. When it comes back up nothing will be the same. A genocide is about to happen. People will fight people will die. The revolution will not be televised, nor on the internet because the fascist control it. Englewood violence is caused by nazi police flooding it with drugs and letting the youth organizations aka gangs terrorize their people. I pray my mother who is on the plantation dwight correction center, knows that Malcolm X son is her president. He and black people will be blamed for destroying america. The white guards who kill her and me, will be shot and killed by thier superiors when the negro and hispanic is slaughtered. The god of the universe will kill this devil sometime in the future.

Love you dear mother. Love you Lamiea. love all your grandchildren.

WarZone: Military Coup Coming For Obama What it means for Michelle AND YOU!

2009-10-24T11:04:00.000-07:00

A military coup by the right wing racist southerners who CONTROL the pentagon is going to replace Obama.

Black women do you know what this means for you? Do you understand what a dictatorship full of white soldiers, southerns, racist in complete authority to do as they will with those black people remaining who are not rounded up in concentrationn camps, dead from the famine and purposely orchestrated chaos to justify this coup, DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS for you and your daughters.

Know your history.

KNOW YOUR HISTORY.

Dont let feminism fool you, dont let black nationalism fool you. DONT LET THE SOUTH fool you.

Build your network of brothers now, build your plan for survival now. These men from the south believe in emasculating your men AND CLAIMING YOU AS BOOTY. Always have been always will be.

Do you remember Monsters Ball. Do you understand why Halle won that. So you understand why a southerner billy bob played in it. Why a southerner matthew mcconnah gets the roles he gets. WHY EVEN southerner bill clinton was exposed in primary colors and even hired a secretary of defense who claimed him a black women.

Did you see Abu Graib for what it is. How sex by these men is used as weapon TO BREAK YOU.

It is true we have been guilty of many offenses against you. The worst of which is failure to protect you from this. Many of us will resist when this goes down. But if you study all wars and conflicts, sexual violence against women increases from crime, and from the police and military coming to impose a new reality on a people who they oppose.

these killers and anti obama forces are not even ashamed to let this stuff leak. Seymour hirsh A RESPECTED JOURNALIST WHO EXPOSED ABU GRAIB said Obama is up against the military. How many Coretta Scott kings and Betty Shabbazzes do we have to see the game is kill the men and let the women live.

EITHER AS WIDOWS or BOOTY.

Prepare yourselves dear sisters, protect your daughters. Know your history. The better looking you are the more at risk your are from being violated by bigots who have m16s and can do as they will when the men have been rounded up.

I dont know what the point of warning. God is going to teach all of us this lesson at the same time. I wonder who will remain. Who isnt going to be be raped. Who isnt going to be in a concentration camp. Who isnt going to prostituting themselves for food. I suspect god loves us as a people and would never let our racist enemies get away with a coup like this.

But I dont know. Africa is as black as us and I have not seen a god spare them from famine, rape, imperialism, and destablization by this satanic racist elites hellbent on owning the earth.

I am talking to you sisters as a child of prostitue. I am talking to you sisters as a man who knows white prison guards sleep with my mom. If they remove Barack and install the military, these southerners have a history of how they deal with US and YOU.

The Pastor vs The Politician

2009-06-11T05:06:00.000-07:00

As I struggle right now asking myself why the Reverend Jerimiah Wright keeps pulling the scabs off shit making it difficult for Obama to run away from him, I wonder why and why not? I wonder why did Obama choose Rev Wright of all people for his pastor and his little church Trinity of all churches to be go to for 20 years.
Chicago is a large city. Trinity is not the only black church Obama could of selected to launch his political career or get close to his "christian" god. But he chose it.
I wonder if Rev Wright who has always praised Minister Farrkhan would just talk to Louis Farrakhan because the black muslim leader has been more supportive of not getting in Obama's way, then Obama's own pastor. Farrakhan the pastor was rejected and denounced during Obama's campaign with ease, and Obama I dont even think attended the Mosque Maryam once. I was angry but why was I because Obama had no roots there.
I was on this messageboard called Blackvoices.com telling fellow posters who mocked me for being angry about the Louis Farrakhan denunciation that Rev Wright is next. Most said never until it happened. A few people said I called it. I had no idea it would get this ugly.
In the book Renegade by Richard Wolfe there is chapter describing how the Obama campaign thought it was the end. Obama knew Rev Wright intended to defend himself just so close to an upcoming early important primary. His campaign told Barack like it or not not Wright will dominate the news for the majority of the days. Obama called Wright. They met in person at Wrights home.
The book does not show a dialogue. It cuts to the main point. Obama was told by Wright I AM SPEAKING UP FOR MYSELF. What I wish Renegade discussed is what I wish OBAMA and Wright would discuss. Which one of them wants to take one for the team and when will Trinity the church which has innocently been hurt by this war will be redeemed by both the pastor, and the politician who both unfortunately are representing thousands of people united by a faith that is unique and bigger then any one person.
Wright is not going away. I dont blame him. I dont think he looked at Obama as a politician when they relationship developed. Obama didnt accounce on the first meeting, hello my name is Barack Obama I plan to be the first Black President can I join your church, and Wright did not say my name is Jeriamiah and i plan to cause your Jewish campaign advisors many headaches, sit down and enjoy my sermons while you can.
This is a 20 year old relationship, politics came late in the game, especially big politics with talented people like David Axelrod and Rahm Emanual.
Sometimes I feel like asking Rev Wright, why are risking messing up our free healthcare, messing up a chance for us to get supreme court judges to control and change the court. You like Farrakhan and he is not doing that, why is it you insist on doing what you do?
Sometimes I want to talk to Obama. Directly like everybody I guess, I want to ask many questions he is too busy to answer but I mostly just want to know why in the hell would you select Trinity and that REAL PASTOR REV WRIGHT if you had any desire to lead this nation. What year was it you knew you you were going for Change and why is it you one of the most talented orators and speakers and writers failed to say something to Wright convincing enough he would let you cut ties with him, and I think what Wright needs most Obama is you telling him and Trinity when they can join Hillary and Mccain as your friends.
I sense a man who felt betrayed. I sense a man who had no faith you will bring change, and man convinced you will use black voters as ruthlessly as you used him. I sense a man hardened by reality, who refuses to go back to back of the bus, not for whites and damn sure not for his church member or student.
That book Renegade left out so much worthy of being discussed. I wish I would of stayed in Trinity and got to know more of its member while I briefly dated a member. All that year I could of wrote a book about Trinity's civil war so the public could at least understand both Wright and those innocent remarkable black christians I witnessed who had me so close to severing my ties with Islam and becoming the prodical son returning back to my christian roots.
This is war between a Pastor and Politician. Its not new. Malcolm said the Ballot or the Bullet. Martin King the pastor encouraged the Ballot, I dont know what black leader was seriously threatening the bullet other then Robert Mugabe and african independence revolutionaries and the guy who gave several to Dr. King.
But I do know somewhere deep in the Obama machine and 250,000 large crowds at Grant Park is there is a pastor, and a nation of pastors, with over 400 years of service that after that 1 election have been reduced to nothing. I do know this people long dependent on our religion to survive imperialism there was a collective shock at Obama's victory that I feel caused us to savagely throw over and invest in what we act like now is Gold. A leader, a real leader. An official Leader. Some say a messiah a man who skin was bronze and hair shaped like wool. Wright has stated over and over again, this man Obama is not Jesus, and perhaps he keep popping up in the media with these radioactive soundbites to drive that point home. Jesus is the last person you would think of that would be so ruthless to a friend of 20 years.
We treat Rev Wright as the the world seems to be treating the US dollar, we treat Louis farrakhan like the peso, despite the record of these spiritual leaders long service and a their storied reliable past, Obama's 145 days has caused black investors to rush to own this new Gold before the 2012 or 2016 skyrocking profits rake in from Change becoming real and valuable, and the Rev Wrights become wrong and worthless, the Farrakhans are exposed as fiat cons. I am seeing it time and time again on the blogesphere and message boards, black people are so excited at Obama and his beautiful intelligent wife Michelle their is a tendacy to disrespect elders and black fighters on other fronts that I believe need more respect and attention, especially now that Obama is in a fishbowl responsible for satisfying so many demographic and voting blocs, its highly unlikely we will not get our feelings hurt as he does his job.
Im thinking very hard about the Pastor and the Politician. About how healthy it is for the collective african american demographic to be this unified for one person, despite a long history of struggle that got worse after the collapse of powerful black leaders. What happen to the black panthers after the lost of Huey P Newton, the Nation of Islam after lost of Elijah Muhammad, the UNIA after the lost of Marcus Garvey, The Tuskege University after the lost of Booker T Washington. What will happen to black America after Obama leaves office? We literally are watching financial experts warn of bursting bubbles while proudly encouraging the blowing up of the presidential bubble. And sadly witnessing the bursting of the Pastor's bubble during a time where even Obama himself might admit a depressed nation could use God in thier life and church to get us through these difficult times.
I don't think this civil war will end with Obama or Rev Wright talking to each other. But I do hope the community stop pretending their is no justified pain from a elder investing some time with someone so interested in bringing his executive 8 year change he ruins 50 years civil rights efforts for change.

Warzone part 31: When Englewood & Kenya Were Roommates part 2

2009-02-05T10:13:00.001-08:00

Warzone part 31: When Englewood & Kenya were Roommates part 2
By Prince Akbar

warzonediary.blogspot.com

Before I offer an honest reflective commentary about Patrick Ntutu from Kenya, and try to take my readers behind the scenes of that article I wrote about him, I need to clarify something about Warzone.

Warzone Diary is written by an author born in Milwaukee Wisconsin, not Englewood. Warzone Diary is written from a poor community within Chicago, some have told me my address actually is not even Englewood. Chapters 1-4 occurred within 1 week from inside a ghetto apartment at 7525 S. Union, and for nearly 7 months Warzone not only was never on my mind, I did not not even know I lived in Englewood. For the most part I thought I lived down the street from Louis Farrakhans Salaam Restaurant, Respect for Life Bookstores and Final Call Newspaper headquarters.

What does this have to do with Patrick Ntutu and the part 2 addition of "When Englewood and Kenya were room mates? Everything!

Most moments in history are lucky to win shelf spac in mainstream history books, and most history makers are neglected to be honored on postage stamps, the history channel, and anywhere we digest some important historic person, place, or thing.

One of the most beautiful paragraphs of Obama's presidential election victory and acceptance speech was when he told the story of a 107 year old Obama voter who made his win possible. He covered her many decades of history and forward steps that preceded her latest act of activism. In a speech that could easily have been filled with praise and name dropping of Oprah, and left wing celebrities, David Axelrod and official Obama machine operatives, Keith Oberman and shameless progressive Journalist who campaigned for his victory Obama took the time to share his victory with an unknown 107 year old black woman.

He took the time to tell the 250,000 grant park viewers and millions worldwide the story of an unknown supporter and why this victory reflects America's greatness. There is much power in focusing on the least, the despised, the most unlikely, the neglected and the type of history maker 20 years from now probally won't be on the pop quiz of a history professor.

Because Warzone was born, in the womb of Englewood's hopeless drug war, poverty, crime ridden and narcotic drug lord controlled ghetto's, I purposely choose to claim it, and center my stories around it. Yes I have moved, so I don't plan to get rich and buy property there. Yes it is arguebly should be viewed as suspect my motives in claiming Englewood considering my brief time as a resident. No I don't care who's upset at the contradictions this admission exposes.

When Englewood and Kenya were roommmates really is a good thing because both myself and Patrick Ntutu were from the ghettos of our countries. I was the son of a prostitute and hypcritical black muslim who abandoned his son, (unless he shows up to give me better story) and Patrick was the son of a Massai Chief imprisoned to traditions and customs that left Massai people outside of Kenyan politics and thier economic survival was tied to tourism and charity from American and British lovers of Safari Trips. Patrick made history for his family and arrived at Roosevelt University's campus the first heir to attend college based off the bankroll of Deloris Jordan . Michael Jordan's mother.

I arrived at Roosevelt University my freshman year the first male college student from my family. My college was financed mostly and eventually by a wealthy Irish Catholic Priest who personally built up a $150 million endowment, that would pay for my education and my orphan siblings the state of Illinois contracted him out to care for during my youth.

Patrick confessed to me in that article were it not for a black man mastering a playground game basketball, he would of been milking cows right now. Today I confess were it not for Father John Smith, giving up his athletic career and opportunity in the NBA, I would probally be in prison right now just like my mother who was engaged in dysfunctional crime to feed her children. One students life was saved by a basketball star, another students life was born because of a basketball's stars apathy toward the sport.

I also must confess something else about that positive story I wrote for Patrick Ntutu. That story was my gift to Patrick. It was my humble attempt to thank him for being my brother and comrade during my stressful college years. Patrick was the reason I made the honor roll my first year in college (that plus the upward bound program guys) and if I am honest, I'd have to confess many of the mistakes I made in life were made in later semesters after I moved away from Patrick and into circles of influence more greedy, materialistic, and arrogant.

I remember the first time I learned he was my room mate. The dorms at Roosevelt cost 6000 a semester, which is weird because today I noticed my future englewood apartment was larger then that little closet. (New Yorkers used to expensive tiny living spaces are yawning,lol) The beds in the dorm came out of the wall , we had a mini fridge that always was empty (skinny kenyans roll like that naturally, skinny black american's roll like that because of lack of money for food.) We really lived modestly considering the rich sponsors that bank rolled our college fees.

I do not know at first that Patrick knew Michael Jordan, all I knew was that it was weird seeing this african dude at first dressed from head to toe in Nike outfits and clothing. He litterally got off the plane, showed up at the dorm on move in day, "niked out." He a winter long Nike coat, Nike socks, everything, I even think his passport was stamped with Nike. Until he opened his mouth I just assumed cool, my roommate likes Nike. Then he tried to talk but his english was horrible, so I just politely knodded my head and focused on more important problems like how in the hell will I make it past Freshman year after upward bound scarred the shit out of me with statistics about black freshman drop out rates. I really was paranoid about failing and dropping out. But I also was insecure because I was the Obama of my family, and if I failed college what would that say to my smiling GED havig mother who saw her child rise up from ostrasized gangbanger to college student. I needed to succeed for my mother, brother, sister, and myself.

Patrick was in the same boat. The Jordans had millions but they were cheap and thrifty as my catholic sugar daddy Rev. John Smith. And also they had a different approach to charity. The urban legend of PAtrick Ntutu was that Deloris Jordan toured Kenya. She was treated to a tour of Patrick's homeland by his proud father a Massai Chief. Whatever he showed her and did for her she returned the favor with a tip unlike anything I have seen or unlike any of he white tourist the Ntutu clan received from rich people.

"What do you wish for your children Mr. Ntutu?" Deloris Jordan said. "I want them all to get education." Patricks father replied.

"Okay." Deloris Jordan paid fo and arranged for this Massai Chief's mulitple children to go to college anywhere around the world they wanted. Patrick for reasons unknown to me chose Roosevelt University, and I chose Roosevelt after Howard University failed to send me an acceptance letter.

Roosevelt was the first and only college that accepted me. Patrick's sister chose a British college. Just as I called a white man "father mostly out of respect and fear, Patrick called Deloris Jordan "mom." But she really was his mother. Yes Michael paid his fees, yes Michael arranged for him to get off plane to go to Nike Town store and load up on free clothes but Deloris Jordan embraced the Massai Chirefs son as her own. Once Patrick shared with me a scolding he got from Deloris Jordan. He decided after his first semester he wanted to be a cook or hotel related professional that could make him have a good career in Kenya. Well Mrs. Jordan snapped Patrick Said. "I didn't bring you fro Africa o be a cook Patrick. End of discussion. Patrick Majored in business administration, and earned his masters degree, and Mrs Jordan never scolded him again.

My "father" after he used his money and power to persuade me to reject and denounce Louis Farrakhan never once expressed disappointment or excitement at my major in college. He acted as if black boy heres some cash your on your own. The first year I rebelled and took out a $25,000 student loan to show him Farrakhan means more to me then his millions. Hunger, stress, and exposure to hypocracy in the NOI broke me of my inner rebel quickly and I unlocked the black fist of anger and opened the black hand of the begger to ultimately pay for college.

I sometimes wished I was in Kenya with Patrick with Deloris Jordan as my sponsor. but Patrick would confess to me Michael Jordans disappointment with black american students he financed. He loved how Patrick volunteered to work at MJ's restaurant for extra money, how Patrick worked for good grades each semester to show the Jordan's thier investment was paying off. Patrick would tell me how Michael Jordan grew more impressed by him, and even though the black nationalist in me wanted to scold MJ for his conservative like bashing of blacks, I silently saw my own flaws making MJ right to be disappointed in American blacks like me.

When I last saw Patrick he asked me a favor. He wanted me to write MJ a letter trying to persuade Jordan to finance a Kenyan business Patrick wanted to start. He was being pushed by the Jordans to return home rather then do as most immigrants do work in the US and send money home. He also confessed to me some black nationalist like anger at white companies because he noticed despite his degree, mastery of English, he was having a hard time shifting to white collar work. I wrote him the letter trying my best to help him convince Michael Jordan for business financing. I gave it to Patrick and that was the last time I saw or heard from heard from my friend.

WarZone 30: Fear Alone Can Kill You!

2009-01-31T07:21:00.000-08:00

I think I just read a story that is symbolic of what is happening to our country right now.

I worry that the enemies of it know I am right and I also worry what if the allies of it don't mean to scare me? This was all concocted and executed with 100% confidence it will work better then any physical weapon designed.

Is It Possible guys to collapse the greatest world superpower, and powerful military force, and robust economic engine with just one weapon?FEAR.

Think about that?

Think about how brilliant that is, how simple, and how a nation can counter it without nationalized its media over night to offensively counter ALL negative stories IMMEDIATELY?

I think this is happening to our country. We are literally being destroyed from just the FEAR of the unknown. Unknown terrorist leader, unknown market forces, unknown terror cells, unknown solutions.

Read this story and tell me why this can happen to a old woman and not an entire country?I tried to copy and paste this story guys and for UNKNOWN reasons every link to it WARNS ME it will hurt my computer. THAT FACT ALONE SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME.

(editors note, for unknown reasons the search engine google reported a glinch in th engine the next day)

So I will type it.....

"Man (he's black) accused of SCARING WOMAN to death"Raleigh NC- Larry Whitfield was on foot, his rookie attempt at robbing a bank thwarted by locked doors, according to detectives, looking for a place to hide, police say, he found himself inside the home of a frightened old woman.There's no evidence Whitfield ever touched 79 year old Mary Parnell.

Authorities say he even told the grandmother of five he didn't want to hurt her, directing her to sit in a chair in her bedroom.But investigators have no doubt he terrified her so much that she died of a heart attack. Now Whitfield, a 20-year old with no prior criminal record, is charged with first degree murder, a rare defendent accused of literally scaring a person to death.

"He could've avoided all this by turning himself in, and life would went on Mrs, Parnell," said Capt. Calvin Shaw of the Gaston County Police Department.Michael Tigar, a Duke University Law School Professsor, said the proscutors will have work to do. "Jurors very often resent what they see as overcharging," he said.Why in hell guys is EVERY link to this story warning people dont clink it? Guys in my whole 31 years of living I never seen that?Englewood Warzonediary Author Prince Akbar thinks this is conclusion story for warzone. Fear is the worst thing to have. I feel less afraid knowing this one fact.

On Katie Couric Lil Wayne would say with a smile to her shocking millions. "That's the jus the thing Miss katie, im a gangster, and I do what I want, so I like to to smoke and I do.

His lack of fear scares them, it just enrages me because I never could be that fearless to say it on that channel.

I had to leave Englewood Guys I feared death. Bullets made me fear. Seeing the war next door made me fear. Am I still this old lady having moved away? Or am I going to be this black man SCARING folks wherever I go even not trying to?

Fear did Bin Laden do this or did we do it putting a Black Man in office? Who gets the credit if everything falls? Who gets the blame? Who survives? The scared or whoever FEARS the unknown?

WarZone part 29: Escape From Thugtomino Bay

2009-01-16T03:24:00.000-08:00

Ladies and Gentlemen, this chapter concludes our adventures in Englewood, America's Midwest Baghdad. We have decided to do something America the super power will need to do to heal itself, help itself, and get out of the hell in Iraq. WE HAVE jumped ship, abandoned our post, retreated, fled, packed our bags, and cut and ran the HELL AWAY from Thugtomino Bay. The landlord who rescued us was the most nice slum lord we ever met. He was told he won't be getting his $900 rent, thanks to my giving it to a new landlord in University Village. We kindly despense with our furniture, gave away our television, many books, and whatever kitchen appliances we managed to buy and own, and went old school Harriet Tubman on Englewoods ass. We FOLLOWED THE NORTH STAR.

Englewood just is not fit for habitation. I am sick and tired of running home baricading myself in my house before dark. Tired of not enjoying my hobbies of staying out late enjoying poetry shows and movies and having the freedom to take a cab home if I feel like it. Taking cabs to Englewood takes charisma, perserverance, tough negotiation, psycological warfare and shit that just never fucking works in less then 10 attempts (8 attempts if dressed in suit).

I am sick and tired of the neighbors, the hood clients who don't want to change thier lives, and join me in my quest to become the man my mother never met or was raised by. I need people in my life who not only want to vote for Obama, or join Farrakhan for a million man march, but men and women who want to CHANGE themselves and compete against the world for honor and respect. I can't get that in Englewood. So the Fresh Prince of Englewood is bouncing from that sitcom in search of some bigger stage.

And just because we have left it does not mean we don't intend to respect the brave warriors and rebels who stay on that Englewood battlefield trying to help thier families survive the warzone. It just means I did not SIGN UP FOR THAT SHIT. I did my tour of duty and served with HONOR. I have zealously been a grassroots operative for Louis Farrakhan costing me scholarships, and jobs. I have zealously labored to raise money for voting for the first black president and used my poetry talents to fight the intellectual fight. And now at this stage in my life I need to focus on me, and accept responsibility for ME alone.

Its strange because for most of my life I have been a member of a family guilty of a strange sin. My family puts burdens on its young that only the elders should have. My sister was my mother at 9. I was the man of the family when my mother was imprisoned. So when Louis Farrkahn preaches venom and rage against the irresponsible black man who won't step up it carries so much weight on my soul to be the man my mother kept telling me I needed to be.

Well I am not falling for that bullshit anymore. I have my college degree, I have no children out of wedlock, I have both tried and succeeding on small levels entreprenuerialism. No man, from Farrakhan to Obama himself can dare belittle me as a black man as being irresponsible. I am responsible from this day forward to myself and to the family I hope to get should I repair the damage my dysfunctional family has left in me over these long 31 years of living.

I have read and laughed at the poem White Man's Burden but this shit has not been funny living with the Black Man's Burden. Englewood is a house on fire and staying in the bathroom sitting in water thinking you safe is stupid. RUN FOR YOU GOD DAMN LIVES.

I fled to craigslist, which is a fucking gamble. The cheaper the apartment the more risky and likely you moving 2 doors down from englewood. Plus in Chicago, its racist and segregated so you might find the perfect apartment with Matt Hale as the Landlord, roommate, or next door neighbor.

Then you could find a place with color, and dysfunction you trying to help threatens to infect you. Englewood had brothers offering to pay my heat bills with stolen credit cards. I said hell no, but my last bill was 400. It went from 71 to 400. I don't drive but how oil in saudiarabia is the only way to heat my apartment is beyond me. The CTA trains seem mighty warm and I just pay 2.00 to ride those. People's Gas is on some communist shit extorted people with those rates. I told them I moved and refused to give them my address. They calmly said okay and just went away knowing damn well that bill is gonna get paid either when I get married to a bourgie professional woman who cares about debts, or when I move back to Englewood after the Olympics kicks all blacks out of shit white folks will claim out south in 2016.

My new home is not perfect. Unlike Englewood I could be myself, and here I am trying not to be Englewood. I have new white, and asian room mates and I have been my uncle tom character laughing and joking and trying my best to relax them and enjoy me as a room mate. Its torture. I am a talented poet and I have a big contest with some opponents I really need to dominate and I don't know how I can practice in this fishbowl. I need the savings in rent and utilities to invest in equipment to help market my poetry cds and dvds this summer. But most importantly I need to practice. How do you memorize a poem whispering to yourself quietly? How do you compete with confidence without speaking your piece loudly with passion? Englewood offered that, but I could not get a black room mate or ANY ROOMMATE. Its a catch 22.

My poetry is angry at some times, silly and funny at others, and the metaphors and stanzas are purposely offensive and engaging. If you don't know me as a poet and performer, then you might eavesdrop and think I am unsafe to live around. I need one room mate, a wife. A creative wife would be perfect. But to get her I need to build a self sufficient decent income from respectable source, and this is hard because I need practice time and a quiet place to do my poems in full anger or rage and happiness that helps produce my victories in contest.

The great part of where I live is the healthy, vast food options, and also the public library across the street. I can spend saturadays there and just engross myself in the university setting. My new room mate I am excited about is a talented film student, and he can help me create a spoken word DVD. The white female room mate who I think is lurking reading this blog (which is weird because she told me keep my drama to myself and this blog is ALL MY DRAMA) is awkward, and ends every sentence to me with WHATEVER. When is "whatever" ever a good adjective? Its as if she does not want to just come out and say it, but leave her alone.

Fine, I am trying to just do that, but I told the landlord about issues like this. Worst part is I have no clue what i am in for with 4th room mate. All I know is I need to figure out how to do compete in a poetry contest with no safe, free, place to practice like I have always done. It does not help politics in poetry circles in chicago has me with no welcome home poetry venue in Chicago. The green mill thinks I am arrogant and not respectful and the black venues just offer me nothing but arrogant promoters and host intent on humbling me to do wack shit popular there. I need to move to NYC and make the Nuyorican Poets Cafe My new home. Either way, WarZone is done, and I am focusing on my poetry and spoken word. This blog started 5 minutes into a driveby shooting, and ends 5 days after I drove the fuck out of Englewood for good.

WarZone part 28: Diary of a Talented Black Man

2008-12-27T23:46:00.001-08:00

In the beginning was the word.

Printed in the Chicago Tribune's newspaper front page of the feature section on March 8, 2003. A young man who first discovered hiphop music by listening to a static filled urban AM radio broadcast on Milwaukee's Northside got a chance to do his art for a hiphop music legend.

Russell Simmons.

The next day a black man named Christopher Orr, working class yet excited enough to invest $25,000 on this performer at 14, called frantically with one strong request. "GO BUY THE NEWSPAPER Prince."

"Huh? What are you talking about Chris" I said just barely awake in my college dorm.

"GO right now Prince and buy the Chicago Tribune, you're in it," he repeated in a firm no bullshit tone before hanging up. Once I managed to find 50 cents, I managed to get a small taste of the respect I had been seeking for my entire life.

"But the rhythmic razzle, comedic flair and emotional outpouring that has earned spoken-word artists a loyal and growing grass-roots following waslargely absent at the Metro, as Prince Akbar, a Columbia student who wona student contest for an opening slot at the performance, delivered thestrongest piece.

I took a moment to digest that compliment. That was my goal the whole night. The show brought a myriad of storylines this reporter could of wrote about, many of which remain unknown until today.

In the beginning was the word.

Printed in the Chicago Suntime's newspaper July 22, 2008. After receiving WarZone part 1 via email Reporter Mary Mitchell decided a few quotes from a disparate and helpless talented writer would help her sell to her readers the value of an anti gang violence expert. She would quote the scariest stanza's of my diary as I wrote them seconds into my first driveby shooting in Englewood.

Mary Mitchell: Because most of us don't live with the sound of shots being fired, let me share just a taste of what it is like:

'I assumed this was a drive-by'"I live at 75th and Union, and last night 25 armed black young men took over my neighborhood," said Prince Akbar in a recent e-mail."After hearing one too many firecrackers, I finally admitted I actually heard gunshots. Arrogantly, I assumed this was a drive-by shooting and kept my lights on, walking confidently to peep out the window to see if anything was really worth calling the police over," he said."I saw a black man with a 12-gauge shotgun running directly to my house and taking a shooting position on the side of it. I looked across the street, and five black men pointed guns toward my house and flashes of light popped out in spurts as they exchanged gunfire TOWARD MY F------ HOUSE. Where these bullets were going I DON'T KNOW. I heard no glass break."All I saw was an empty street, no children, and it seemed every black man outside had a pistol and white T-shirt engaged in battle," Akbar said.

Normally in todays youtube celebrity obsessed culture 15 minutes of fame is the dream of anyone, and no matter how negative or embarrassing a fame seeker loves press. But something about this reporter printing my address and street along with the words "I peeped out the window to see if I should call the police" makes me think Mary Mitchell was thinking more as a bourgie black reporter and not a mother of a young black male in the ghetto.

Two phone calls I received that day illustrate how it was stupid of me to begin writing a blog about Englewood and how residents of this community don't appreciate the art of journalism. "Prince why in the hell are you talking to reporters boy?" Said a older black man that lived across the street from me within hours of the paper being published? When a white man calls you Boy, the Louis Farrkhan in you gets ready for battle. When the old black man calls you boy, the Louis Gossit Jr in you just says Yes Sir boss.

Later a professional business owning former client I had not spoken to in years called me out of the blue, giving me his own firm no bullshit order. "Prince move out of that house man, your gonna get killed, I own a property you can move into until you find a safer place." I hate depending on people and being weak because lets just say when beyonce sings Independent woman, I sing along with confidence and pride like anybody not dependant on another man. But my inner soul was admitting its time to run from the thugs, and although I am not one to open hands for section 8, I have no shame in accepting housing from this black man's section 7.

Hiphop created a rapper and writer in me who believes my words can do anything, including stop a organized criminal enterprise street thug from killing me, but eavesdropping by my window later that day made me move. A young black woman was reading Mary Mitchell's article surrounded by teenage thugs, and watching her read my words and those young men listening with shock made me realize its time to move. If Tupac Shakur could die despite his brilliance with wordplay, Prince Akbar does not stand a chance.

In the beginning was the word. Columbia College is holding auditions for 1 student to open the show for a Russell Simmons scholarship contest.

First before I could achieve success at this show, I had to deliver the strongest piece at a student contest with over 100 eager competitors. This competition brought out of some of Chicago's most talented black poets and rappers. People performed with so much passion and hunger, I sat in the auditorium awaiting my time to audition outwordly with peace and humility, but inwardly I was bursting with confidence and classic hiphop arrogance. I knew as a writer this opportunity to perform for this man, was something I was born for and something I had already written 2 pieces for that I knew would impress the 3 college professors judging and picking the student to represent Columbia College.

One by one the competitors unleashed the cliche. There was a DMX wannabe, a horrible Mary J Blige R&B ripoff, a couple talented poets that sounded like the Last Poets. Many different verbal athletes doing thier best work, but few who I felt did something that made them special to a scholarship benefit or Russell Simmons Def Poetry showcase. I had 1 politically charged piece with something EVERY competitor lacked, HUMOR, and a 2nd piece EVERY competitor lacked, "self deprecating humor" attacking my weight gain.

It was embarrassing, it was hurtful, but the spoils of victory are the best psychiatric therapy known to man. Since I dressed my art with humor and jokes, the crowd (ironically 90% were my competitors) loved it and the judges voted me number 1 to open the show. It did not hurt that my last stanza was the following. I signed up for Bally’s bills/I'm Popping diet pills/Screaming hell no I won’t swallow/But 41 fast food ads later And like Diallo I’m dead/Fat like logo’s On hats of Russell Simmons head."

In the beginning was the word. The Chicago Defender responds to my email and makes a housecall to get the real story.

The Chicago Defender reporter Kathy Chaney received a tip via email from me about warzone blog and the violence I witnessed, and my desire to share it with the black community because I felt both mainstream newspapers lack a real voice from Englewood or about Englewood. After Mary Mitchell's unprofessional quoting of me without a followup email to probe me for information, I just assumed the Chicago Defender would use real journalism to tell the story. Chaney in a story entitled "Gangwars make Chicago the Cities Deadliest," on Wednesday August 20th 2008 quoted me saying the following:

“When I first came to Englewood to look for a place to live, I apparently came on a good day and when evil was sleeping. It was in the morning, and activity was scarce in the area,” said Prince Akbar. Just a few weeks after he moved in, the scenery changed drastically, he said.
“I heard gunshots just about every night. I was terrified. There was a week in July when it seemed as though everyone in the neighborhood got a memo but me,” Akbar said, referring to a week when adults and children were in their respective homes by dusk.
A few hours later, he realized why. “I could see and hear gangbangers shooting at each other across the street. There was one instance where I had my window open, and I could literally hear guys whispering by my window and hear them reload a 12-gauge shotgun,” he said.
Akbar said that violence was something that he was not accustomed to when he lived on the North Side. He wants to move but doesn't have the funds to do so. In the meantime, he keeps a daily blog about what he sees and hears in the neighborhood.
“Violence in Englewood is on an Iraq level,” he said, hoping that his chronicling will help shed light on the “war zone” he lives in. "

It's weird because I spent about 2 hours with this reporter, and her trusty assistant (her little sister) telling them about Warzone, giving them photo's of the bullet grazed window of my house, showing them blurry camcorder footage of gangbangers with guns patroling my house, and basically trying my best to show them the real fear and danger in Englewood.

I left them hearing a "hollywood producer like promise" from Kathy Chaney to come back with a posse of producers and go back during the day to the Englewood gang banger stronghold and interview others. I left Kathy Chaney hearing her promise that although she did not read warzone, she intended too after our interview to learn more. The truth is they never came back. The truth is she never read warzone, or quoted its name to her black readers, or used any of the digital photo's I labored and sent to her. But she did later ask to be my friend on facebook.

Ironically the Suntimes article that was published lead to a black man offering me better housing, and the Chicago Defender article lead to a white female real estate broker "in urban areas" offering me better advice.

She found me by using google.

No other black reader of the defender would google me. She did. She clued me in on future stories and some economic driven crimes affecting my community.

If Strom Thurman changed his racially divisive philosophy because of personal interactions with black people, and progressive whites it must be said I have toned down my black nationalist angry rhetoric because of passionate whites like the real estate broker and progressive black people like my landlord.

In the beginning was the word.

His "What the [Expletive] Are You Talking About George"was a biting yet humorous take on what Akbar sees as President George W.Bush's misguided international policy. "How you gonna scare Osama?"Akbar questioned. "When one bag of pretzels gave you drama?"After Akbar stirred the crowd, the Def Poets, for the most part, failed to capitalize on the momentum the student generated."

Rappers LL Cool J battled Kool Moe Dee in hiphops first verbal wargame. I battled President George W. Bush before Barack Obama uttered the words Hope. In LL Cool J vs Kool Moe Dee No one died in shootouts, no one was arrested for fighting. In Jus Rhymz vs the President the secret service was defenseless at my successful satiric sniper shots at George Bush. LL Cool J vs Kool Moe Dee was the first time in my life I witnessed the power of using your words to attack someone, and lift up yourself. Like a proud student, I used what I learned from my hiphop teachers to attack my enemy.

"The Broke kids are being all they can be in a new afghan state/the Bush kids are drinking all they can drink in Cancun for spring break/What the FUCK are you talking about George?

The venture capitalist and money man behind one of those amazing wordsmiths LL Cool J was Russell Simmons. In hood folklore, we knew nothing of Bill Gates and his nerdy software, but we knew everything about the hood multimillionaire who dressed in sneakers at his office. Mr. Simmons had been the man behind so many young black male millionaires, from teen heartthrob LL Cool J and funnyman Martin Lawrence, no one had to tell this Prince Russell Simmons is a kingmaker.

For most of my life hiphop was something I expereinced less as a fan and more as a player. I would rap and battle on playgrounds, I would rap and flirt with females over the phone, I would rap and use words to get people to like me and make me a part of the family I never had. Hiphop was not a fad for me, or some cute thing you play around with to piss off your suburban parents. It was my life and those words I put to paper now that I look back were the most Christian or Muslim act of faith I have ever practiced naturally. The word.

When this country went to war in Iraq I was so angered at the arrogance and brutal execution of American's war machine I did nothing in my dorm but make poetry that I am sure homeland security would of heard about had I said those words publicly. I wrote a poem called American Nazi, and the hook went like this.

Be all that you can be/ get an edge on life/ American Nazi/

I would repeat and perform that angry poem so much, thank god I just relaxed and wrote something with humor to attack this illegal war. The only difference between Louis Farrakhan and Chris Rock is the jokes and Rocks frugal budget on security. Humor is great for me because it disarms me of this false sense of entitlement when confronting white people of something. Black Nationalist tend to speak AT or DOWN to whites, but black comedians and humorist have to humble themselves as performers and attempt to use jokes that give white people the right to not laugh and even boo the self righteous critic off stage. I love the justice in that. Which is why I have tried to pen more spoken word with humor as a central theme.

When the Columbia College contest was coming close I had written "What the Fuck are you talking George," and performed it locally to pleased fans. I knew it was good enough to scrap both of the poems that won the colleges contest. But I was worried about memorizing it. I did not want to forget my poem and have Russell witness me bombing. I just wanted to rock that stage attacking the USA's bombing of innocent Iraqi's.

Something in me told me to perform it and I was pumped. But god gave me two more incentives to perform well. One of the Def Poets performing that night in the show was Bassey Ikpi. Bassey is a sucessful Nigerian American professional spoken word artist who clashed with me on Def Poetry Jam's message board, where I ranted and dissed Def Poets from season 1 with ruthless envy and arrogance. She would shut me up saying she was a professional poet who "butters her bread" doing spoken word and not some nerd ranting online.

I always wanted a head to head battle with these spoiled brats who won over casting agents for Def Poetry, and the March Show was my chance. Adding to the backstage drama, was another great Def Poet, Kayo.

This black man was the most powerful spoken word artist I have ever seen to this day. Ironically during my first and only trip to New York City's famed Nuyorican Poets Cafe I witnessed him perform in person after seeing him give a charismatic and electric performance on Def Poetry.

His voice was deep and booming like an 808 kick drum. His words were intelligent and spoken with a clarity rare among black male performers in hiphop. You could tell he was trained in classical theatre but hiphop was fused in his lyrics so he just shitted on competitors all the while sounding like a 1800 shakespearean actor.

I took a train home and within 2 days in Chicago I ran in Kayo lost in downtown Chicago. I volunteered to show him around city, took him to my dorm and we talked about his wonderful life now as a poet. I accompanied him to a neo soul concert where he performed opening up for R&B Bilal who was hot back when rap artist Common was blowing up.

When he left Chicago Kayo was no longer a Def Poet on TV I envied, he was an angel sent from God telling me my dream can happen and will if I work hard and have faith. Seeing his name on the Columbia College press packet annoucing Russell's hand picked Def Poets and next to Bassey's made me excited about performing for Russell, competing with Bassey, and meeting my old friend ON STAGE with Kayo.

Later that night I met Bassey, rolling her eyes and ignoring me backstage even after I sucked up my pride and offered friendship. I met Kayo who shockingly looked at me with disgust and barely spoke to me, only telling me Bassey talked about me to him on the plane ride.

In the Beginning was the word.

Warzone now is 26 chapters deep. We have chronicled the struggles we faced as a member of the working poor urban underclass, and chronicled the rise of Barack Obama. We have grown as a writer, a person, and as a hiphop spoken word artist. We even just learned the new apartment I live in from which my landlord moved me is STILL IN ENGLEWOOD.

Ironically the black man who moved me here witnessed a drive by in this apartment, and today he has moved with his new wife to Bronzeville. Yesterday the Chicago Tribune wrote something he might not like about the southside.

In a story entitled "Segregation City" by Azam Ahmed, and Darnell Little the Tribune tries to describe Chicago's famed segregation as something that is by choice and just reflective of economics. It offers the following scary stanza for my landlord and his new wife in Bronzeville. Describing black professional Rosalyn Bates who moved to Bronzeville it says; "She, however, may pay more dearly for her decision. Segregated African American neighborhoods have less access to health care, quality education and employment opportunities than white areas, the research shows."

My friend is so optimistic about life. He started a online company and is using his self taught wisdom about google and search engines to make a profit in the marketing business. He donates his time to me and listens to my rants about black america late into the night before he demands we cut our talks short so he can get back to business. He always seems to stress to me how he is about action and not talk. It is inferred I talk too much. The truth is I talk because no one seems to listen. No one seems to talk about the people and the problems they are facing right now in places like Englewood, unless it is a reporter talking about the crime.

So I started a blog, which is not profitable in any way imaginable to talk about crime IN OUR VOICE. My landlord knows I have a professional skill in selling advertising and marketing products to c level executives and he respects my desire to avoid calling those elites because I have convinced him they offer no solutions for me and my community.

I believe the progressives in Bronzeville and even black elites in Hydepark bullet proof mansions need zealots like me to stay in Englewood and report and network with the poor. It appears according to the Chicago Tribune research, the ghetto will claim many victims, even those in the colored VIP section.

In the beginning was the word.

Malik Yusef the relaxed urban wordsmith was backstage nursing a broken hand from some street fight he got in during a show in Las Vegas and he had no clue the beef backstage. He kept asking me why was I so tense. I ignored him, because until that show I knew nothing about him. My first time hearing him perform was hours after I did and I mingled in the VIP section.

After the show a white male stood next to me, and we started debating the pros and cons of the show. I got so into the debate that I ignored a black male coming up to meet me and ask a question. What I did not know is this young brotha was part of Malik Yusef's entourage, and he wanted to introduce me to Malik and network. Instead of networking I wasted my time, debating the pros and cons with a white man who turned out to be the reporter of the Chicago Tribune Story my incarcerated mother read with pride. A reporter who would later rebuke me in a personal email after I thanked him for his story and asked him for tips to help me improve. "What the hell is wrong with you he retorted? Are you doing this on purpose?" he wrote before never writing me back again.

That night I asked Russell Simmons over and over, "WHO was the best Russell? Who was the best tonight?" I needed to hear him say it. I knew it, the Chicago Tribune knew it. He ignored me but I kept it up. Then he paused and said in true yoda like fashion, "Prince you were the most relevant."

I felt defeated because I wanted to be the best. I wanted to get signed. I wanted to get the record deal I passed up when I joined Louis Farrakhan at 16. I wanted a mansion. I wanted a fancy car. I wanted to be the Fresh Prince of bel Air, Instead now I am the Fresh Prince of Englewood.

In the begining was the word.

WarZone it's 28 chapters now and like Governor Rod Blagovich I believe these dispatches are golden, and I will not writing them and publishing them FOR NOTHING.

A hiphop legend told me I was the most relevant, so since that is my brand, me and Englewood will continue reporting the most relevant news from the hood, about the hood, and in the arrogant voice of the hood.

I wanted fame and respect as a writer. Instead I got 1 compliment, and photo backstage, and the silence of the richest black man I have ever met in my life. I wanted the Hamptons, and thank God I got Englewood.

WarZone part 27: Fool's Gold & The Wire Trap

2008-12-13T19:34:00.000-08:00

"I've got this thing, and it's golden, and I'm just not giving it up for fucking nothing."

Those are the honest words of Illinois Governor Rod Blagovich, now heard and broadcasted worldwide curtiousy of the wire tap trap set brilliantly by the FBI. The most powerful nosy wiretapping group of dictators on earth. When you become famous in Hollywood you got to deal and accept you will be hunted by the papazazi, when you become famous and successful in government, depending on the political group in power you will be hunted by the Feds.

Yesterday we enjoyed the collapsed of Britney Spears, while we witnessed the resurrection and rise of Kevin Federline. Today we enjoy the collapse of Governor Rod Blagovich, while we witness the resurrection and rise of Barack Obama.

What should of been accepted as the most accurate definition of capitalism on earth, (not giving up something golden for nothing) has become fodder for ruthless comedians, talented satirist, and self righteous political talking heads 100% convinced this statement alone is proof of a crime, and evidence of our states pandemic of criminal corruption.

Stepping before the camera's was a clean cut FBI agent, the warm up act for Patrick Fitzgerald the lead hater, and corruption clean up man otherwise known as US Federal Attorney for Illinois. The last time we witnessed such a perfect and professional Fitzgerald taking down a bad guy, we eventually saw him elected governor before disgraced in shame. Somehow this new Fitzgerald managed to escape being fired by now disgraced and resigned Bush crony Alberto Gonzales, who had this golden little dislike for US attorney's not zealous enough to go after Democrats. We have to be proud Patrick Fitzgerald was protected from the abuse of power by Alberto, and certainly this national case reflects the bipartisan efforts to root out crime right?

The FBI agent's most clipped and repeated soundbite, perfect for a Palin 2012 ringtone or a Richard Daley Olympics charming closing sales pitch was the following.

"Chicago may not be the most corrupt state, but it certainly is one hell of a competitor.

I could not get those words out of my head. Because this city has been a home to me for most of my 31 years of living on earth. I have witnessed corruption, and engaged in some myself when times have been hard, but I have also traveled to 22 other states and I can't say with confidence I have discovered how to rank which was the most honest let alone corrupt.

I can't even say to you with confidence who is the most honest person I have met in life, because so much of what one knows pales in comparisons to what one does not know or has been told, so whenever I see anyone giving a general description about a person, place, or thing I don't take them serious.

Does chicago have the most prisoners in lockdown? I have never read that and heard about that. Are we talking about corruption as defined by courts or by the church, mosque, or cultural majorities? I mean can one could say englewood has the most rapist in the world, but what about societies that don't consider rape a crime? Can one say more rape is committed in the priest confession booth then the nightclub bathroom? Of course according to who? The convicted number of offenders? Where? Where the offended are stoned to death or killed by thier own brothers or where the offended are acquited and never charged? Are we judging corruption on the numerial governors illinois who have been charged or convicted? Does it matter if all those governors were republican or if half were democrats?

How does a FBI agent, who is making a charge of a politicians guilt or fraud make such a general, and I believe not true statement about this state and my city. And then get respect and the benefit of the doubt to be believed about someone else abuse of power and fraud?

What the wiretap complaint revealed to me most is that money is the root of all evil. I don't think it means money is evil itself, but that greed for more it leads to evil. It also proved to me that maybe it may be a good policy to wiretap ALL PUBLIC OFFICIALS, including the president, because I learned so much about how real this politician was and how this collapsing financial economy is even hurting the professionals that run our states.

Consider this paragraph from the wiretap complaint. Newspapers focus on the fuck this and fuck that as if that is most evil and newsworthy thing in it. Reporters at the Chicago Tribune say fuck too don't they? Fuck no I guess. They just say BLEEP I got fired by the bleeping editors.

"Rod Blagojevich stated that he needs to consider his family and that he is financially hurting. Harris said that they are considering what will help the financial security of the blagojevich family and what will keep Rod Blogojevich politically viable." Rod Blagojevich stated, "I want to make money."

Why is no one talking about this?

Why isn't this the main story and talking point of the newsmedia? How ironic comedians ruthlessly mock a man who just wants what they sell thier souls to the highest bidder to tell jokes professionally.

When I heard the Grod story break, my creative juices and talent for writing rhyming political satire got going. I had so many funny poems and humorous one liners to unleash before audiences and this man in particular never seemed real enough for me to tone down my insults.

Then the jokes got annoying.

Everybody has grod jokes. Its cliche. WLS a news station I sometimes enjoy listening to for talk radio replayed a soundbite on its show more then Sean Hannity's Rev. Wright God Damn America tirade. "BLAGOVICH gets busted READ ALL ABOUT IT. They replayed it so many times, and thier laughs were so hearty and passionate I felt like I was witnessing for the first time the festive and jollyness whites had while at a lynching.

Before getting upset and feeling like I might read about Blagovich shooting himself and family I turned to wvon.com a black talk radio show. there were no jokes that day, instead it was a lawyer explaining to the listener the difference between a criminal complaint and a criminal indictment. Obvious this was important but I suspect wvon.com does not have golden advertisers rewarding the station for intelligent analysis, and that WLS and the millionaire MadCow's are getting paid shitloads of money FOR NOTHING.

To learn more about why this man was so eager to make money, and why this man was stressed over money, I stopped trying to understand "Rod" and focused on his serbian roots and Blagovich name.

In wikipedia, I just read his bio and I discovered so much that killed the comedian in me, and resurrected the zealot who always desires to roll with the underdog. Consider how he grew up and what he did to pay for his college. Then contrast that with anything from Barack Obama's youth, when your done please tell me who really is more black?

"His childhood consisted of working odd jobs to the family pay its bills. He was a shoe shiner and pizza delivery boy before working at a meat packing plant. To pay for college Blagojevich worked for the trans alaska pipeline system AS A DISHWASHER."

I just don't get why the news media does not discuss this. I also dont get why I have yet to see ONE working class or black voter of Blagovich step up and defend him. The man is only guilty of being desparate and paranoid about his money making ability post being governor.

If America desires to help Barack Obama, we just can not afford to kill Rod Blagovich. He really reflects the problem of American politics and the country itself. Money, and capitalism destroyes itself. Do we elect super rich moguls and chiefs to manage our state resources and lead us? What happens to the poor workers then because the richest men are often the most intolerant of worker high wages and union interest. Do we elect a poor politician because elected officials don't make good money, so the tempation to "monetize your political assets" leads to such shameless pay to play deals Illinois is being railroaded for as if a Strom Thurmon wiretap would not reveal his pay to play shemes enriching his conservative political white family and invisible democratic black family.

Name me a politician on any high level who is not making a penny off his power and I bet its because the FEDS lack the manpower and gadgets to take him down or because that politician is Ralph Nader who has never been elected to give him the opportunity to profit from power.

One of the reasons I know Barack Obama is calm and not paranoid about the mortage payments is because he has written two best sellers and he has to be arrogant about the book negotiations post his term as President. Not to mention the deals he can make in speaking fees and an Obama presidential library. (Any Hope Englewood gets a president just as Harlem got Bill Clinton? Probally not, Hyde park will continue reaping the spoils.)

More evidence of the Governor feeling the pressure from bill collectors is his using the strange adjective "parachuting" into the senate, to summarize his escape plan from this cursed governor job David Axelrod told him he was not ready for long ago.

"Governor asked, "Can the president elect help in the private sector, where it wouldn't be tied to him?....I mean, so it wouldn't necessarily look like one for the other." Rod Blagojeviches wife suggested during the call that she is qualified to sit on corporate boards and has a background in real estate appraisals. Rod Blagojevich asked whether there is something that could be done with his wife's "series 7" licence in terms of working out a deal for the senate seat. Rod Blagojevich stated that he "is struggling financially and does not want to be governor for the next two years."

Why does the media not report this fact from the report? I mean if you have BarackObama calling for resignation, and your refusing to leave. Does not the fact that you don't want to be governor make a reporter just ask WHAT does the man really want? And what is so immoral and corrupt to not be BROKE and less financially secure AFTER your job terminates? Who in this country wants to make less money AFTER your job ends and your new one begins? The man has worked washing dishes for christ sake, that alone should make American's understand why he does not want to be poorer.

During my favorite comedian Chris Rock's outstanding HBO special recently, a humble Chris Rock said something I can not forget and has inspired me more then the election of Barack Obama.

"Guys in 1989 my job was scraping shrimp and washing dishes, Rock said. I was not working part time, I was not trying to work my way in stand up comedian, my job was scraping shrimp." Rock later boasted of living in a multi million dollar estate in a rich Alpine New Jersey suburb with some of the wealthiest black entertainers and celebrities in America. After celebrating that Rock confessed what makes him depressed. His white neighbor is just a average dentist.

"The black man has to fly to get something the white man can just walk too." Rock said igniting a standing ovation and roar from his multi racial audience of fans.

I find ironic that the black man who FLYs now in Airforce one, has ignored and insulted the desparate and broke white man who walked into the Governor's mansion. A position no black man has held in Illinois history. I also find it ironic that Barack Obama during the illinois Primary's put his political endorsement behind Roland Burris, who lost because his african american majority base could not match Blagovichs power state wide. I hope Jesse Jackson Jr. has a election plan better then roland Burris because a Obama backing won't help him either.

You have to just admire Barack Obama. I mean I never imagined a black man winning Mayor in chicago against Richard Daley. I had confidence we could become senator because we elected a female black senator Carol Mosely Braun. And if I were the governor right now I would ask Carol to volunteer to come back as Senator just for the next 2 years, giving all contenders the chance to mobililze a campaign and compete for a real election. She would give the voters a qualitified senator who can step in running, she would give democrats 2 years of holding power and protecting the seat from greedy wealthy republicans reading to "parachute back in power, and she would get a chance herself to patch up her legacy and maybe parachute herself into a future political role in Illinois (governor perhaps).

Blagovich could then immediately give black voters a reason to help him secure something golden besides handcuffs and hall of shame celebrity from being a convicted illinois politician. But that's just englewood talking, I am sure the governor will make a poor decision from the expensive advisors who ain't help him at all so far.

"Rod Blagojevich said that the consultants (advisor B and another consultant are believed to be on the call at the time) are telling him that he has to suck it up for two years and do nothing and give Barack Obama his senate choice. FUCK HIM, for nothing? FUCK HIM Blagovich said."

Poor Rod, the man has never been in a job where you learn one golden rule. The president of company can tell you to do something, FOR NOTHING, and if you don't do that, YOUR FUCKED. I have learned this emasculating fact time after time, during my depressing time spent in cubicles and lower entry level sales jobs where I took shit from superior managers, and even presidents of companies empowered by thier titles.

Why does the governor even think he has the right to monetize a senate seat he did not earn in the first place? I mean I think its fair game to monetize assets from developers you choose to give state funding, but when you became governor did you really have "senate seat B" in your accountant's excel document as an future asset? I mean yes, the senate seat is golden, but why did this man not just accept GIVING the president something he wants which would mean SOMETHING golden for him in the future.

This governor reminds me of a local bootlegger I know.

The man is clearly a hard working capitalist and entreprenuer just like Grod. He charges between $5 and $20 for dvds. I usually only buy one because I dont watch much films anymore but sometimes I spend more. All I know is he has a habit of ruthlessly saying to me over and over when I schedule a meet with him, "You better have the money if I hold this because I could sell it to someone else."

I tell him relax all the time and to please stop insulting me with these demands until I do something worthy of his scarface disclaimer. "I live by scarface he tells me, when I am on the streets I am always scarface." I told him brother, scarface is fiction, when I shop with the white man, if he accuses me of a crime the moment I step in his store, even if I have $1000 I don't want to spend $1 with him.

Despite this parable, my poor street vending friend did not get it, and stuck to his scarface tirades. He has something golden in cheap entertainment, but I won't buy anything else from him. NOTHING.

I discovered the huge financial losses one can take from being too desparate and passionate with your sales pitch long ago. When during a tough economic time, I pitched this well dressed black man trying to secure a sale. After about 15 minutes of my pitch I got quiet for the close, he looked at me calm, and just said Brother how long you been out here working today, you need this bad dont you." Embarrassed I quickly changed subjects, cracked a joke, and walked away feeling stupid because successful millionaires like Bill Goulld told me about being too desparate thinking that helps you make money.

Listening to Rod Blagovich you just don't picture a powerful governor.

Imagine multi millionaire actor Arnold Swatzenegger asking Barack Obama for something for California in exchange for money? Imagine a wire tap with him complaing about lack of money and how he needs to parachute to the senate? Don't you think the man would just resign and agree to star opposite Christian bale in Terminator part 2?

Notice Bloomberg is parachuting back to the private sector?

Some people just don't realize this country has something golden and its called entreprenuerism and you can always start a billion dollar company with just an idea. How does a man reach the highest elected office in Illinois and not know he can start his own company anytime he wishes and get venture capital from many businesses and businessmen he has enriched already?

We will never get President Bush on a wiretap talking about how financially stressed he is after this man has us spending 10 billion a month in Iraq? Fitzgerald does not have to investigate selling the supreme judicial seat, because we have a vice president who got his 20 million from the billion dollar Halliburton upfront, and in 1 month Bush and Cheney can parachute anywhere in texas OR Saudi Arabia and retire.

Imagine Bin Laden, once worth $250 million complaining to arab militants in afghanistan "I am having financial trouble brothers, the mortage payments in this cave are killing me. Maybe I can parachute back to saudi Arabia and go back to my construction company?

The criminal complaint also reveals to me many reasons why the FEDS rushed to arrest thje governor, before Barack Obama takes office. Reading this complaint you would think this was a J. edgar hoover COINTELPRO wiretap against Martin Luther King Jr. I would guess if you kept wiretaping chicago politicians discussing close Barack's advisors and possible deals they are willing to make with PRESIDENT Barack in office, new Attorney General Eric Holder might wisely suspend this eavesdropping.

I don't recall the US attorney 1 month before President Elect Bush, wiretaping Florida governor Jeb Bush on corruption invesigations, but maybe I am wrong. After all that would of made impeached President Bill Clinton look foolish. Maybe that is what makes this whole thing look legit, Bush is not impeached for anything, not a false war, not a alberto gonzeles scandal, not a golden scam by Paulson in the treasury, NOTHING.

To conclude this piece I take you back to my days in college. I had a drug dealer room mate from dallas texas stumble back to the dorm room drunk and stinking of marajuana. He told me something that clearly summarizing Blagovich's new shakesperean tragedy.

"Brother, I passed up my fo sho pussy, trying to get some mo pussy, and now I am stuck in this dorm with no pussy."

I stared at him then with a mixed emotion of anger and disgust as a black man, and a tiny bit of awe at his short wise description of why most men who are playboys end up in alone and regretful.

The man saw something golden, and now it appears he has nothing, not even the golden job he fought and managed to get. In the wikipedia bio there is this confession by Rod that scares the shit out of me.

"In 2008, he told a group of african american's that he sometimes considered himself the first african american governor of Illinois."

Does anyone see a pattern. Bill Clinton, first black president. Impeached, embarrassed. Rod Blagovich, soon to be impeached, embarrassed. Barack Obama??

Please don't be next brother, and for all my black people out there if a white man confesses to you he thinks he is black, STAY OFF THE PHONE the feds are listening.

WarZone 26: DREAMS of Hacking Into Obama's Blackberry

2008-11-27T13:04:00.000-08:00

Ladies and Gentleman, I write this message to you from a modest apartment in Englewood. Recently I saw Barack Obama confess he is lobbying the secret service, and white house officials to do something about this NO BLACKBERRY rule for the President. I heard his concern be described as "I need to have finger on the pulse of america and get information beyond the 12 people surrounding me. He said something about how you can end up engaging in GROUP THINK detriminal to the interest of the Country. I felt like he was sending me a private message, to do what I can to study hacking and get ready because when he forces the secret service to let him keep his blackberry, regular american patriots like me will have a shot to tell him the following words of advice from Englewood regarding some of the national crisises he is facing.

If I was a hacker right now and I knew Barack is preparing to roll out his national security dream team, I would be trying to send him a blackberry email about how teaching American's simple math will help them understand the IGNORANCE of spending 10 billion a month for the right to fight terrorism exclusively in the Iraq and Afghanistan border.

American people are not good in math anymore. The chinese and other nations of less powerful nations are. If three 24 hour cable networks have a large ass X amount of office rent, salaries staff expenses, and a SMALL ass y amount of declinging advertising revenue, the 3 networks might foolishly think SPREADING MASS FEAR and TERROR to 60 million american viewers is patriotic. Then those large 60 million viewers who just elected a man in office for change, MIGHT GET SCARRED AND CHANGE they minds telling every democratic or republican congressmen to support MORE BILLION dollar per month nation building suicide war games in Pakistan, Iran, etc.

Barack needs me to hack in his blackberry and tell him Americans need to see the math. 9/11 cost us 3000 lives and TRILLIONS of dollars in war investments that have bankrupted our banks but our moral authority worldwide. It only cost the Muslim radical 19 people, $500,000 and 1 Saudi millionaire his tiny trust fund.

I would ask Barack to remind America about the founding fathers. How they defeated the british not by OUTSPENDING THEM, OUT DRESSING THEM in sharper uniforms and OUT thinking them in expensive CENTCOM/PENTAGON/ OUTER SPACE war rooms, but just flexible organized long term assaults until the SUPERPOWER of that generation gave up on empire exspanion in the USA.

Why can't America just match this enemy blow for blow, DOLLAR FOR DOLLAR. If they want to kill and terrorize 150 people, and terrorize 250 million American's LIVE ON FOX MSNBC and CNN for 24 hours, let's ask our West Point military experts to devise a equal and more effective counter strike then sending the 50 state cavalry, and our hole military to ONE nation state over a tiny group of zealots.

We need Barack to call up Ross Perot and get briefed on persuasive NUMBERS and charts to break it down to US citizens in words we understand. We need to tell the pentagon and neo cons who love to use stealth bombers for EVERY military solution including airbombing pamphets THIS ADMINISTRATION fights wars like General SAM WALTON of walmart. We dont find wars like GM CEOS or AIG Phd EXPERTS in high finance. We are a nation more creative and more innovative then that.

If I could hack in Barack's blackberry, then maybe just maybe Englewood could do more then take pride in donating $75, buying a $30 barack t shirt, and waiting on my ass for a $100,000 fake green job from the liberal Democrats who think welfare and social programs is the solution to any depression.

Maybe with that simple hacking of that phone, Barack could ignore those 12 clueless trusted aids, and not only change America but admit CHANGE did not come from him alone, but from a patriotic criminal in Englewood who wants to let America know if I can volunteer for Bin Laden to blow up a bus, can a negro VOLUNTEER for the White new ideas to fight her enemy wisely?

One thing about radicals and terrorist they seem to execute their missions with average regular thugs who showed up. The USA goliath seems to only think the high IQ, FANCY RESUME, ELITE intellectuals have all the solutions. If aint came from a respect terror analyst it aint leaving washington, but when all shit fails send the broke ass colored soldier to the mountains to hunt down Bin Laden? Why can't the poor volunteer advice to the pentagon and the arrogant intellectual analyst join the marines?

Maybe I am ignored for a reason, maybe no one asks bums for bailouts because we know nothing. But I tell you one thing congress don't know that we broke ass voters know. IF I DONT HAVE A BILLION TO GIVE YOU, save the jet fare. If you don't have ANY MONEY, and won't sacrifice any soldier to fight for your democracy, I dont have 10 billion and 3000 american soldiers bodies to give you Iraq or India?

What if my email helps Barack?
I know I could go to federal prison for hacking the president, but would my solution that saved lives make me worthy of a pardon years later? I mean John Forte just made Bush knod his head to a fugees song, and the president said despite selling dope he deserves to make more mixtapes.

Would not it be something interesting if we found out we could stop spending 10 billion a month in crazy wars if we just OPENED THE most patriotic piece of SPAM in our presidential blackberry inbox?

I am dreaming of hacking into Barack's blackberry, and I pray he not only has the Audacity of Hope but knows something about the President's CAPACITY to say NOPE to the secret service.

WarZone 25: Thug Resurrection They Don't Die They Multiply

2008-11-25T13:22:00.000-08:00

The following prophetic words sum up this chapter, and they there were written exactly by the great Donald Rumsfeld. Save the mockery for people looking for jokes, Englewood is diversified in stocks in ANYBODY offering solutions.

"The Unknown"
As we know, There are known knowns. There are things we know we know. We also know There are known unknowns. That is to say We know there are some things We do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns, The ones we don't know We don't know. "

—Feb. 12, 2002, Department of Defense news briefing by Donald Rumsfeld

Ladies and Gentlemen we have just returned home safely, and it now 4:22pm. I am thinking nonstop about the UNKNOWN.

I am writing this war dispatch right now, in hopes of reporting this shocking news in vivid detail fresh from my mind. I scheduled warzone chapters to be writen this sunday, and in my notebook is a 7 page followup story on both Patrick Ntutu and my self before 2008 BC (Barack's Campaign).

You are not reading this because of the author's unknown unknown encounter with real thugs, creatures I had arrogantly thought died in the nuclear bombing that took place in grant park by the first black presidential nuclear family.

First let's get to the Known unknown. I started warzone chapter 1 wanting to write a diary about living in a ghetto warzone. I knew what I wanted that chapter to be for a reader but I also knew it was unknown when I would stop writing warzone. I knew I wanted to write day to day news of the battle of a non violent, liberal, pseudo black militant, and I knew it is largely unknown what new violence I would see. I just guessed I am going to see real crime enough for regular violence, and regular newsm but boy why did I not read the prophet Rumsfeld's dire warning of the UNKNOWN UNKNOWNS.

What is an UNKNOWN UNKNOWN. As a aspiring prophet I would add a stanza to Rumseld that their are BAD unknown unknowns and their are GOOD unknown unknowns. Believe it or not there also exist a rare but just as important UNKNOWN group of unknown unknowns. We will provide two examples to prove this, but currently it a example of the UNKNOWN unknown unknowns can't be writen yet.

A good Unknown Unknown is that the first chapter of warzone was published to millions of chicago suntimes readers, and also later republished by and UNKNOWN subscriber base of Chicago Defender readers. Unfortunately the blog address was never sourced and many readers are not only UNKNOWN to this author, but it is UNKNOWN if any other chapters will get as much 10% that free publicity.

All we know is a successful friend of the author for UNKNOWN readers, was reading Mary Mitchell by random for UNKNOWN reasons, and read the shocking plea of help from someone called Prince Akbar who he knew. Calling a phone number that for UNKNOWN reasons has been connected and kept by this black man for 4 years, he not only learned the story was true but the author needs help.

The good Unknown Unknown is I now live in a large clean apartment, paying $900 a month assuming I can afford it for UNKNOWN reasons other then I dont want to move to cheap warzones.

Why then today did I experience my first bad UNKNOWN UNKNOWN. At exactly, 11am. A time of day I knew was perfect to be standing at a bus stop busy intersection, 3 black youth UNKNOWN to me arrived out of NOWHERE. The liberal love all black people voice in me glanced and just ignored them. Until I noticed they kept staring me. UNKNOWN to me they retreated and it appeared they were gone. Then 6 of them appeared all looking my direction and looking in opposite directions. UNKNOWN to me I assumed they are going to rob me and I take inventory of what I know I will lose. A blackberry in my pocket, $30, and some blockbuster movie rentals. Then one of the menacing young men displayed a face with an UNKNOWN mark below his eye. This caused my imagination to admit it is possible this type of robber for UNKNOWN reasons might shoot and rob me. They dont appear to be looking for easy robbery but a beat down and savage takeover. Of course the 6 thugs for UNKNOWN reasons ran across street to arab store, which for UNKNOWN reasons I assumed my friend was working. Unknowingly I waited for them to retreat from store and walked in to warn owner scary youth are surrounding your store are you okay? For unknown reasons this arab dude began speaking like Sarah Palin, and George Bush, "they just buy swishes, and I DONT CARE ABOUT THOSE GANGBANGERS" I shoot them all.

Giving me a look like I should pay him money for offending him with a warning about who is circleing his store. For Unknown reasons I then explained I understand and that is why my people dont open these stores and you do it because you come from yemen and your not scarred. Knowing I was right for UNKNOWN reasons the arab did not concede any admirable traits toward the black thugs or the black bourgie snitch offering him help. I left feeling stupid and went back to bus stop.

Then for UNKNOWN reasons the same thugs appeared back on bus stop back staring at me. Over and over in my head, I said they just are here to buy swishes they not concerned with me. Another voice said WALK a block east AWAY from these scarry negroes. A smaller voice said Negroes? WE have a black president, the negro died in the 60's with Rev Wright and Tony Brown's Black Journal.

Next I got scarred as shit as the ugliest and smallest gangbanger rushed toward me, another said WE POPPING THIS NIGGA. I braced myself for my first gun wound, UNKNOWN fear consumed me, then I noticed in the thugs hand was a HUGE ROCK, and behind the 2 people follwoing him were ROCK weilding thugs. Nobody had guns and nobody would be popped. I witnessed an UNKNOWN UNKNOWN, not a drive by shooting but a ROCK BY SHOOTING. A 6 man organized ROCK BY SHOOTING. For unknown dumb ass reason, I celebrated how a depression is a good thing. No way rock drive by shooting took place in dotcom bubble years. Rich cocaine buyers spend money on crack rock, broke cocaine buyers influence poor gangs to weaponize ROCKS.

Of course before they charged me I noticed the bus coming and it was one block away. By the time it came up I looked into the black bus drivers eyes scrambling with fear as RUNNING scary black teens, and he drove up just slow enough for me to hop in to safety.

Assuming he was as scarred as me and knew the urgency we depart I belted out a loud order, HIT THE GAS brother, yet the bus didn't move. Every body looked at me crazy. He just pointed to the bus card feeder where I quickly put in my EXPIRED CARD. I wanted to look behind me, I did not hear shots but with this bus in static mood the driveby is coming I know it. He looked at me again, I pulled out my new bus card open the rapper, and before I could tell him HIT THE GAS he signaled me out the way where two hispanic men, calm and chatting about the thugs paid their fare shook their head and boarded.

I began a very bipolar rapid rambling discussion to no one in particular but EVERYone within listening distance.

THIS IS CRAZY MAN, ITS 11am, I repeated 3 times as if this was a bootleg Dr. King speech and I need crowd chants to sink in the words. 11AM and the thugs out?? and the thugs are out." When competing in poetry clubs yelling something strong and with passion gets standing ovations, but on this bus everybody just stared at this crazy paranoid man.

11am man on a tues? For unknown reasons no one expressed shockn STILL. For unknown reasons the bus driver I swore was seeing them scarry negroes just blurted out a dumb ass comment.

BROTHER YOU JUST GOT TO MOVE???

For unknown reasons I challenged him with a truth that I JUST MOVED, infact someone read my hell life and helped me move HERE. I got here because suntimes scarred charity my way. How the hell I win the lottery twice? I was trying to tell him the difference between a KNOWN unknown ( safety in englewood at 11am 100% safety but englewood 11pm HELL NO) vs a UNKNOWN UNKNOWN (6 rock weilding thugs on a tuesday at 11am?)

But the bus driver was a democrat he knew nothing of the prophet Donald Rumsfeld or the resurrection of the THUG in 2008 BC, All I know is I just accepted that not only jesus died on cross and came back SUPER STRONG 3 days later, the thugs I thought I had influence over died and CAME BACK out of nowhere stronger then ever. I thought I networked and used effective ghetto diplomacy winning over the 3 black criminals on my block.

These new thugs were 6 deep, ALL under 16, and 5 out of 6 were latino. Still because of the power of the chosen one I briefly conned myself into having hope when I looked at my sweatshirt, a item I only wore to keep warm and I noticed BARACK OBAMA was on it. I said to myself THIS IS WHY they did not rob me? This is why they switched to ROCKS instead of pistols. They not only voted for change but they made a change from drive bys with unregistered stolen guns to unregistered, stolen bricks.

For unknown reasons though I have been manic these 3 days I did not say any of that out loud, because I was still excited and scarred of what happen.

The driver spent the next 30 minutes bragging about his safe neighborhood and I just snapped. Dude if CTA pays you 100000 you still driving in this block., You can die?

Ruthlessly he retorted WHAT YA GONNA DO?

Well your going to drive your route for 8 hours go home and sleep and I am going to be scarred and hopeless because I am going back in an hour and it is UNKNOWN if they will be gone for good.

Oh brother relax just wait to it get warm outside.

I did not tell him warzone first was written this late JULY. Like the prophet said there are known unknowns (the depth of his ignorance) and UNKNOWN UNKNOWNs (How in the hell did John Forte get Bush's attention for a pardon? )

WarZone part 24: When Englewood and Kenya were Room Mates Part 1

2008-11-10T08:15:00.000-08:00

WarZone part 24: When Englewood and Kenya Were Room Mates Part 1
By Prince Akbar
Warzonediary.blogspot.com
The Following story I wrote during my short college journalism career, and because of Obama’s historic victory and celebration in Kenya I now revisited this story in deep reflection. Part 1 is original story of my dear Kenyan College Room mate, who shared my dorm room during my first year in college. He was brought to America by Michael Jordan, and his name was Patrick Ntutu.
Part 2 will be about my thoughts on that time we spent together and our last encounter before he drifted off back to Africa, and I drifted off to Englewood. I know because of Obama right now Patrick is thinking of me while I think about him. I have no clue how to find him and the only person who can help me is Michael Jordan. Talk about impossible conference call.
October 18, 1999 Roosevelt University’s Torch Newspaper
GRADUATE STUDENT TO RUN CHICAGO MARATHON
“I am running for my country, Kenya,’ he says.
By Prince Akbar
Roosevelt University graduate student Patrick Ntutu told reporter Paul Galloway in a Chicago Tribune article on May 25, 1999 that “I used to never believe in miracles.” However after meeting Deloris Jordan in Kenya six years ago, the mother of the greatest basketball player ever, Michael Jordan, Ntutu “now does.”
That belief of miracles led him to consider competing in next week’s Chicago Marathon hosted by LaSalle Bank. Won last year by 31 year old Kenyan athlete Ondoro Osoro, the marathon promises to attract some of the world’s finest runners to the city of Chicago.
Some will be driven by passion, having practiced and trained all year to sustain the 26 mile, physically tormenting, test of will. The bodies of the top marathon participants will be adorned excessively with the logos of corporations such as Nike, Reebok, Puma, and other sporting giants eager for Publicity.
But not Ntutu, his body will be draped in an old gray T-shirt, and simple dark shorts, both of which he has been running in all summer, in preparation for the marathon. Some people will come consumed by greed. The first place champion will be compensated with a lump sum check of $65,000, and $100,000 is promised to anyone that breaks the world record. This leaves the other runners drooling over the remaining prize money that has swelled to over $300,000.
But not Ntutu, he is running for more than the money, I am running for my country, Kenya,” he says proudly. “If I lose, I will have gained plenty in that I will be much healthier.”
Sure, money will not buy happiness for people that shy from monetary worship, but for people with dreams as big as Ntutu, the prize money could be a great down payment. “If I win, I will help some of my brothers, sister and childhood friends come and go to school. There are many people back home that are very smart and do not have money to come over here,” says Ntutu.
Because of educational support from the Jordan family, he not only graduated this past summer, earning a bacholer’s in business administration, but with a new perspective on life, but with a new perspective on life. “They (the Jordan family)kind of made me feel like if one person is willing to, they can literally change the life of another, and make a real difference for them,” he said. “If the whole world can do what they have done for me, the world would not have beggars or hungry people. If it was not for Michael, I would be milking cows right now.”
Instead of tending to the land of his father, Lerionka ole Ntutu, an admired Massai chief, Patrick is at Roosevelt University seeking his MBA. His goals are graduate with honors, get a job in banking, and run his own company, and, if possible, contend with other candidate of his homeland for the post of the president.
As if those goals are not enough, Ntutu has been training all summer, running an average of 150 miles a week, to be ready for the Chicago marathon.
Even Deloris Jordan admits this could be overwhelming, according to Ntutu. “I told her I was going to run, and she said “26 miles is a lot, Patrick,” Ntutu says, smiling. “But she always says that I can accomplish whatever I set my mind to.”
The Marathon is predicted to draw more then 17,000 runners, 17 times the size of Ntutu’s homeland, Ololunga, with its population of 1,000. As if the size of the marathon were not intimidating enough, Ntutu has to sustain competition from some of the best runners of his country. After all, last year’s Chicago Marathon had 6 Kenyan athletes who placed in the top 10 for the male bracket. Piece of cake for this lover of cardiovascular. “In Kenya, an unknown can easily win. Normally someone who is unknown can just run and beat the top guys,” he said.
Save the statistics and the odds of winning comments for some one else, because when you’re meeting Ntutu, you’re meeting a guy who has met his “airness.” Michael Jordan, the legend, with a restaurant in downtown Chicago, that might soon be the home for homerun sensasion, Sammy Sosa. The man who scores 50 points on NBA opponents during games that he’s sick with the flu can make anyone believe in having the courage to try harder.
Especially Ntutu, a part time employee of the famous restaurant named after his sponsor, jokes about dealing with the possible change of ownership. “I went to work and forgot that it was going to be a meeting regarding the restaurnant changing its relationship with Michael. I accidentlly walking into the meeting with all workers and owners staring at me with my bright shirt, which read, “BE LIKE MIKE.” My coworkers were scarred for me, but I did not care.”
Ntutu will try to muster such courage during the marathon, when he tries to beat his personal record of 2 hours and 30 minutes for 26 miles. Last year’s winners boasted times of 2 hours and 6 minutes. The strategy will be simple. “I will focus by thinking about my mid term and all the complicated terms I have to define while I run,” he says laughing. “Those other people do this stuff for a living, and I have school to worry about.”
Ntutu is also trying to avoid repeating his poor performance last year, when he ran in the Chicago Marathon despite being out of shape. Recalling his finished second in a race in Kenya, he says he almost injured himself in Chicago just as he did in childhood races back home. “In Kenya, we would have these races up into the mountains and once I came in second. I had trouble breathing, and my dad found out and made me not run in the races anymore, says Ntutu.
Now that Ntutu is adult and in America, his father keeps the advice short and concise. “Do what ever you want boy,” Ntutu said of his father’s advice. “I love running, so that is what I am going to do,” he said.
“A marathon is one of the toughest sports, but at the same time it is one of the easiest is that not all those people that run well run with pure speed, but with endurance. It is all about finishing and maintaining your speed through endurance.”
The same endurance that helped him learn to speak English despite not speaking it fluently six years ago could propel him to succeed winning this marathon for his country. The same endurance that has helped him achieve academic success, despite working a part time job and carrying a full course load, could cause this Kenyan to once again have his 15 minutes of fame in the media.
With a two page article about him in the Tribune, and a news special on WGN channel 9 that told the entire city of Chicago his remarkable story, Ntutu is prepared for what could happen if he wins. “After that Tribune story came out, my telephone was ringing off the hook with people I never knew trying to introduce themselves. But then I met some sincere people that said my story has inspired them and made them cry, says a blushing Ntutu. “If I can help one person like I was helped, I will be happy.

WarZone part 23: Barack Moves Into My White House & My Black Mind

2008-11-09T12:47:00.000-08:00

WarZone part 23: Barack’s Moving into My White House, And Also My Black Mind
By Prince Akbar
Warzonediary.blogspot.com

Ladies and Gentlemen, this weeks marks the end of the George Bush reign of power, and the politics of the past. We have seen the concession speech by the old tough soldiers of yesterday, we have witnessed the world celebrate America’s new beginning, and we have poured out tears of joy at the thought of real change coming to Washington.

For many this is a time of history, a time to remember where we were on Tuesday as the dream was realized. For others this is a time to reflect on something deeper then the change Obama promised, it’s a time to reflect on the change we promise to make ourselves, our families, and our nation.

I have been watching many political pundits and talking heads, and spiritual leaders and wise people caution our people that Barack Obama is facing tough challenges. They all seem to warn us that this man has a heavy burden on his shoulders, and what I don’t seem to hear from the professional Op’Ed elite is an equal warning to the 65 million who casted their vote, that Barack is not the only one with this burden.

Each of us who casted our vote for George Bush’s end of power, need to realize we are all in Barack’s cabinet. The problems we have mocked George Bush for not solving and false starting, and his many mistakes we have joked, and enjoyed reminding him about as he attempted to impose his idea’s of change are now OURS.

Now we must help Barack find the solution to a collapsed economy, we must help Barack decide how important it is for the middle east’s first democracy to be aided by our wealth (what’s left of it) and our courageous soldiers. Now we must decide with Barack what to do about our nations addiction to oil and energy that like it or not marries us to foreign lands and dictators who will be supplying us this energy until some American genius creates a new safer engine for our industrial economy, and infrastructure.

All throughout 2000-2008 I stand before you guilty of helping George Bush fail this country.
I did nothing but criticize and make punchlines out of OUR president, and I celebrated his every misfortune foolishly as if my president benefits more from my pointing fingers then my open hand offering help. Why did it take me to see some President who looks like me, and has fought for me in the inner city to wake up today not eager to make poems that reward me with praise and liberal left wing celebrity, but make real changes that will help my country reclaim her glory and rightful place as a super power and beacon of hope.

For every word of praise I am giving Barack I privately feel guilt and shame for failing to give my current President George Bush. I use to mock his daughters drinking, and show so much disrespect for the first family, and now with no shame or remorse I am crying crocodile tears of joy for the first black family. I can’t fathom making a poem mocking the new first daughters, and I assume if I did utter a word of disrespect before an audience, the bullets of BOOS and disapproval would await me on stage.

Why did I not want to have this elevated way of consciousness during George Bush’s reign? Why am I so excited and in love over Obama, that I don’t take a minute to re visit my hatred of George Bush and correct myself. If I am arrogantly going to beg white America, and republicans, and those who oppose Barack to help me help him have a good legacy, then why have I stood on the sidelines and got content at just John McCain’s concession speech.

I need to make a concession speech myself as a liberal, as a left wing zealot, as a cynical black nationalist who has played the part of prosecutor to my country for 31 years. It is now time I use my talents and gifts and abilities to be America’s defense Attorney. To help Barack help America, by showing the world even our most flawed President in this country can be reborn, and reformed just as the black criminals I have liberally argued can be rescued.

Barack’s move into the white house is indeed historic for many of you, but for me a black presidential mindset in my mind is more historic. My life has consisted mostly of working in a field most honest American’s would frown upon and express shame and disappointment. George Bush is not the only one whose ignorance has embarrassed this great nation. I am sure when foreigners see me “hustling” and not acting civilized in business, they are taking that bad example I set home with them along with George Bush’s flawed foreign policy decisions.
George Bush is not the only person to use a word wrong in a sentence, and cause jokes and mockery. My own warzonediary.blogspot.com rants have equally caused mockery and jokes from those more skilled in English and grammar rules.

Sarah Palin is the only one who did not know Africa was a continent, not a country. All through the 90’s I wore African medallions, and bought African artifacts (afrocentric clothing and items were hiphops bling bling in the 90’s) and I not only did not know then Africa was a continent with as many countries as states in the USA, I also did not know African countries mostly got their independence the same time we rose in the world in the civil right s era.

In fact watching this Iraq war and struggle to create a democracy has exposed to me how hard some African countries have it today to move past militant leaders who fought for independence but yet still lack democracy. I cheered Robert Mugabe taking back farm land from whites, but was silent at Mugabe not giving up rule to democratic challengers peacefully. I celebrated South Africa’s first black president, but I have not tuned into the country today to see how the poor blacks have faired since making history.

The republicans are not the only political party to use fear tactics and robo calls to try to trick voters into helping Mccain. I have witnessed hiphop robo calls (mix cd’s) savagely mocking Clinton’s sex, or ruthlessly demeaning Mccain age that got just as much left wing liberal cheering as the republican rallies cheering for the killing of Barack.

Today I understand why Barack said in his victory speech he will try to be the president of all America, red state and blue state. Because no political party and group can claim their hands are without blood from this dying America we now need to help and change. As America sobers up from the Barack Obama historic victory, and goes back to work in the factories, the cubicles, the Wall Street skyscrapers, mainstreet crack houses, we need to ask ourselves what will we do to help our country these next four years. Stop asking Barack what he will do for black people, because Tuesday’s win by him did something we have not witnessed since coming on these shores. Remember Tiger Woods winning the masters by 12 strokes, how the country kept asking unrealistic thing of Tiger? Will be win the next major and the next? People have shame after witnessing a miracle for asking for more miracles, as if miracles are as easy to produce as Mcdonald’s meals.

I have high goals and aspirations because of Barack, and because of my mental illness Bi polar its very difficult for me to not worry that my manic side will not influence me making suicidal and illogical choices these next 4 days let along 4 years.

When I am off my medication and my brain is unleashed to think and make goals without the chemically manipulative positive effects of my pills, I end up hurting myself. Many of you don’t understand mental illness yet, you just think people like me off pills want to shoot up offices and harm you or talk to ourselves and eat from your garbage.

But when my mind is off medication, if I get the thought to do ANYTHING, I act on it with zeal. You guys might encourage me stopping what I am doing and just becoming a pro obama advocate in Chicago in the next 24 hours, but you look with disgust if my brain tells me to begin armegedon and attack someone my brain tells me is a demon. I have to walk a fine line, between what I have dreams to achieve and what is realistic for me at that exact moment. Between being inspired by Barack Obama, and being inspired by the voice in my head that may not have believed a black man could become president, but did believe a god is in me capable of doing anything.

I am so optimistic and hopeful I can change myself I literally have considered calling Chicago Police commander Jody Weis and confessing every low down, illegal, rotten act I have kept secret these last 8 years. Imagine that dumb idea getting me 15 minutes of fame on CNN as “dumb criminal of the week.”

I get so manic and high I just sometimes want to tell America more about this underground economy I have learned about, in hopes that she will humble herself to look at us with more then rage, but openmindedness because I believe the criminals In this country want to help her just as much as the bourgie elites. I really do believe this. I am living proof I am right.

Even the drug dealer I know does not want that garbage and death peddled in front of his house, and I have written warzone diary entrees telling you of these types who shocked me with how they can make hundreds of thousands of dollars but still support Chicago Police cleaning up THEIR BLOCK.

To celebrate the change in Washington I am going to lead a small change in Englewood soon. I intend on announcing something very historic and totally unheard of in warzonediary chapters in the next few days or possible weeks. Some of these warzone diary rants will only be published after I purge myself of some embarrassing addictions that are preventing me from really helping Barack Obama and the nation as I know I can.

I hope America is patient with Barack and me as we try to show the world not only why the last should be the first, but that inexperienced can be the first with the best solution for a country that has tried everything yet stands today near collapse.

WarZone part 22: Englewood Post Election Analysis

2008-11-05T04:33:00.000-08:00

WarZone part 22: The Mccain Autopsy & Englewood Post Election Analysis
By Prince Akbar
warzonediary.blogspot.com

To the Mccain voter and depressed opposition trying to accept this history. I see your lonely here talking to yourself so I thought I would take a break from celebrating and extend to your my time as a fellow American. If Obama had lost last night the last thing I would of enjoyed is a blog rubbing it in and making me miserable with thier celebrating. I would be desiring expert discussion on my campaigns flaws and weaknesses all in hope of understand the path to recovery, and the source of the fatal wounds that destroyed my candidates victory. I see you are wondering how this history was made and why your candidate has lost. As I try to digest opinions from experts on TV, and Joe six packs online, I offer a quick armchair general analysis of my own from the battlefields of Englewood.
Conervatives did lose the white vote. But when you lose something its usually by accident or a mystery to you. The conservative vote more appropriately was SPENT and GIVEN AWAY to Obama as the conservative candidate made so many bad political moves and mistakes it just became more important to conservatives to flee from a burning ship then fight to the death with a crazed prisoner of the past.

I do think race wise white people seemed to get back to darwinistic basic laws of survival, and you may also take pride that blacks were voting equally in the same manner. Let Cynthia Mccinney's landslide O electorate votes from Harlem make you less confident in high fiving Geraldine Ferraro with the BUT HE"S BLACK retort.

The selection of Obama was more about conservative survival then racial apathy. Can Mccain or Obama help this economy is what the voter said at the polls. If Mccain had ran a smart, equally brilliant campaign this would of been as close as Bush Kerry.What was the major fumble by your quarterback?

BAD CHOICES EVERYDAY and Bad Luck EVERYday.

If Mccain had been more willing to risk and roll the dice REJECTING BUSH then GAMBLE on ACCEPTING PALIN he would have had a shot. He kept trying to strengthen Obama's chief criticism (BUSH SUCKS) by making choices that WEAKENED his own assumed strengths.

He boasted to America I'm experienced, then chose inexperience as his VP, He bragged to America I've got better judgement, then when the economy fell out he suspended his campaign looking unstable, he bragged to America I have the courage to be bi partisan, did not have the courage to stop laughing as American's at his rallies were calling for another US senators death.

I mean its like he sat in his bunker and just ran his campaign with a 100% offense strategy. FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT. The idea that you have a limited budget against Obama's massive budget and towards the last days of the campaign your buying rev wright attack ads airing them ON LIBERAL RACHEL MADDOW show? It just does not make sense unless he just wanted to fight fight fight on every battlefield.

He reminds me of the Denver Nuggets from a long time ago who had this coach who essentially banned defense. His team would put up HUGE exciting WEIRD offensive numbers that made history, I think they scored 200 points once. But the win ratio was not as impressing so they ended up out of playoffs and a post season afterthought despite history making offense record breaking stats.

I guess this comes from Mccain being a military soldier limited to niche warfare experience like air warfare his specialty. As oppossed to a larger General engaging in warfare with all forces on the battlefield. When you think about it, Mccain was just a navy pilot, and Obama was a ground level organizer.

Which is more beneficial to equiping you for running a presidential campaign?I can see how the community organizer knows about the power of block to block canvassing, and building your movement one person at a time, one block, one city, one state, etc. Obama's internet brigades building 100 million a month campaign donations $5, $10, and $25 dollars at a time reflects more grassroots focus and commitment.

Mccain is just used to flying over targets dropping bombs flying home and having a beer. Plus he was caught doing that and developed what he thought was his best military asset, PERSERVERANCE to withstand pain and torture. I never read of him escaping VIETNAM and getting better in his military career. It seemed like that was the last chapter of his career before turning his celebrity as a survivor soldier into a powerful senate career.

If you look at how Mccain ran this race he received exactly what his life prepared him for and likely will benefit from this embarrassing lost just as much as he benefitted from being captured and held prisoner for 4-5 years. Book deals, powerful senate influence from Obama needing his support to make change, Oprah post election sweeps week confessions, plenty of potential celebrity making opportunities to put the maverick back on top in America as a historic symbol of our great veterans.

But I don't think his maverick mutant ability to withstand pain and imprisonment helped him when he experienced painful poll dropping after each blunder. He seemed to react like some mentally challenged soldier, thinking more failure and pain each day is okay and totally recoverable just because they survived worse physical pain from previous capture and torture. Also I guess when you get imprisoned in a cell for 5 years and arrogantly can say you made it out okay, how hard is it agree to the small prison you build by accepting public financing money that upon receipt only pays for your infantry brigade home offices which were a fraction of the homeoffices of Obama's.

I guess Mccain figured he could do amazing things with limited space and resources. If David only needed 5 stones to beat Goliath why do I need more then 2 radical associations my opponest is trying to hide?

Didn't rumsfeld largely make that blunder by being frugal with US troops upon Iraq invasion? By assuming everything will be easy after they clear out Saddaam and his radical two sons? Less is more? I remember Rumseld advocating that, and ironically it was Mccain who supported BEEFING up and SURGING troops to win the war. Why not SURGE your campaign chess senator? Why not SURGE your VP choice by picking someone more qualified to lead then you? Why not surge with MORE october surprises different then the kitchen sink hail mary you witnessed a Clinton goliath went down throwing?

How painful would it have been for Mccain to vicously reject Bush and his policies. Would it have been as painful as campaigning and OVER working yourself on tv networks because your VP is only safe on FOX? Maybe get really Englewood and beg bush to let you ANGRILY yell and mock him youtube? Imagine that 30 second clip on Hannity the last 2 days swaying undecideds?

He seemed to be the old soldier he always has been not only capable of surviving physical pain but mental pain from blunder after blunder and critic after critic bashing his slow predictable shockingly unexplainable chess moves.

Compare that to Obama.

The moment Obama got a shot of pain from rev wright tirades dug up by Sean Hannity, Obama tried to show his ability to withstand pain. What many thought would be an outright rejection and denouncing turned out to be a historic honest confession about Obama's view of US race relations and challenge for all american's black and white to leave the past.

But the moment Fox started water boarding Obama with fresh LIVE at the National Press Club & Trinity pews Wright/Pleger soundbites, OBAMA bounced and painfully left the church he argued in his race speech were more family then his flawed white grandmother. He gave rev Wright 20 years of his attention, then left him in 20 seconds 10 seconds before Trinity could ask him if he wants a private balcony at the church.

Mccain's assumed strength was his weakness, and Obama's assumed weakness was his biggest strength. Can you imagine a campaign advisor and strategist who believes your oppents crazy pastor tirades is enough to get your candidate 270 electorate votes. Even the electorate votes of liberal states who hear god damn america and start buying amazon.com autographed books written by Rev Wright. Imagine this veteran Mccain advisor, this zealot and intelligent expert not only sticks to that failed strategy, but they use that as your october surprise hail mary?

A soundclip FOX once ran so often, Hannity and Oreilly had to pay commercial advertising fees just to air their own shows. If your enemy assumes your biggest strength is your weakness is that really bad for you? Could you imagine if on 9/11 the hijackers thought a crackhouse is where more worthy of being a target then the world trade?

Mccain experts seemed to believe until the end radical friends of friends of freinds of Obama would help them win this thing. They stuck to that gameplan, THANK GOD. Obama may have been embarrassed by rev Wright, but the pastor must take pride in being Obama's best secret service bullet taking carcus on staff.

The republicans probally still are playing rev wright ads in hopes the supreme court will help them as they did in 2000 and reverse this thing. For American's disgusted with Rev Wright, forgive the christian because his flaws not only turned water to wine, but your popping wine bottles right now because Wright took the body blows on the FOX Hannity and Oreilly cross for the last 7 months.

Now this all is not as simple as the grassroots organizer vs the POW.

Obama chose fresh new advisors about as new and fresh to the national scene as he was. Do you remember David Axelrod from Clinton or any old democrat machine celebrity? Kinda helps you think Obama means Change for real doesn't it?

But Mccain seemed to not only embrace Bush, but rely on Bush cronies and traditional republican attack dogs and ironically he is now left in 2nd place in the past along with the republican experts that reigned supreme for the last year.

Everybody is gone accept Joe Lieberman who just announced he has joined the democrat party and is campaigning as the prodigal son. However Guilani is rumored to be aiming for the Attorney general spot and according to new york time liberal media sources may be launching a Lieberman investigation for Federal flip floping voter fraud. When we know more FOX reporter Sean hannity and Mike Huckabee will bring you the exclusive. Before we conclude please pay attention to these adverising messages from our mormon sponsors Mitch Romney Inc.....

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There is so much poetry in this victory its hard to believe this happen by accident. I mean how is this Obama victory not as alien and weird as Tiger Woods winning the masters by 12 his first year? All I know is if Obama goes on Oprah tommorow and says he is cablasian, expect American hispanics to be surpised the Cablisian demographic is now the 2nd largest minority in the US.

It really may be easy for Fox pundits to give a 5 second analysis to Obama's victory by saying IT WAS THE ECONOMY, but I encourage Fox to try to have the strength to talk about Obama's brilliance for as long as the 30 second rev wright clips they and Mccain kept replaying in hopes of a racist hail mary bradley effect upset.

Obama won this thing because people really did not have a choice. Mccain kept making his side and his pitch for the future seem about as radical and unreliable as the third party nut jobs who not only don't offer change but change third parties every 4 years.

I hope republicans for the sake of the country don't even think Palin is a good idea for 2012. It's not fair to women. Yes I like the idea for Obama to be a lock for 8, but i am more concerned she be buried in past of 2008 until she can study, learn something confidently and resurrect herself and brand in a realistic future election to inspire women.

Nothing would be more depressing to women voters then to have Palin be blamed for Mccain lost in 2008, then suffer an embarrassing lost to Obama in 2012. I honestly feel so proud to be an American right now and despite my black nationalist cynacism for Obama's success, I want women of America to feel that jolt of energy from witnessing a woman not only win BUT DOMINANTLY defeat a man for the white house.

Nothing makes it clear more you have a right to the seat of the table then someone who demostrates they deserve to sit at the head of that table.This is what people need to understand.

Obama's win was so large even I as one of black america's proud 95% (or more) deep voting blocs can not say we alone elected him. He won so much and in so many states, you cant point to one group and say they can make demands of him. However I would not be surprised if the people of Iowa no longer have to pay taxes. Had those white folks not tasted the Change coolaid, I think the newspapers would be talking about Mooseburgers or the First husband Bill Clinton.

Last night however I was actually more concerned with Obama's gay followers suffereing a horrible defeat in California last night, then arrogantly thinking about what new black people will get cabinet post. The defeat in California made me, despite my homophobia think can Obama do something to reverse the california vote to rescend gay marriage rights as President?

Why?

Because the most helpful Obama friendly grassroots operatives to me was the lesbian anchor Rachel Maddow, and the funny comedian I saw making Obama dance Ellen Degeneres, not to mention a blackvoices.com persistant and intelligent openly gay Obama advocate njjackson jr.

These people not only were in the trenches for Obama, or FOR PROGRESSIVES, but they fought for this history stronger then I did, never once weakening thier pitch as Obama drifted to the center. On Monday I was homophobic, Today Wednesday I am for gay rights. Don't freak me out by inviting to the gay nightclub to sign petitions, but I am willing to fight for change. Send me the email.

Why did I need Obama to win to use common sense and act presidential?

I guess its because my leaders of the past WHOM I STILL LOVE and celebrate with, have led me and shown me tactics that are limited and largely based on my voting bloc alone. I have only been American for less then 10 hours, so give me time to continue to make decisions for american's instead of just black people. Today Obama has introduced to me the power of uniting not just with people who look like me, but people who live with me in this great country.

This is not the time to just put the studio spotlight on just the angry whites who left conservatives. This is the time to let America's new sunlight shine on angry clinton lovers in PA who left clinton, angry blacks who loved rev wright and farrakhan and joined Obama, angry radicals who loved Ayers and the weather underground and joined the war on terror against 2008 radicals like Bin Laden, Obama who left his historic senate seat got angry enough to want to stop this war and made history moving to white house promising to fight the war wherever enemies really are.

This is about The past who joined the future, and the future realizing that change not only has come last night, but it will come everyday as the United States of America shares with the world a glimpse into OUR unique and evolving democracy. Some call it a melting pot, but I never understood what was melting other then our dreams and now our old expired habits of the past.

WarZone part 21: Commander Obama Can Englewood Join America?

2008-11-04T23:09:00.000-08:00

"Trust me, the black male turnout in east Oakland was probably abysmal. When you live outside of the normal channels of society, things like elections don't really matter.I have 2 cousins and countless friends who don't vote, then have the nerve to call me talking about "Obama Won!" No shit sherlock...we put him in office. "

These are the arrogant words of an Obama grassroots operative who is so close to the light of hope they are blinded. You would be amazed at how many Votes came to Obama that were won on Tuesay night based off a hateful decietful opposition zealot. One thing about Obama's speech tonight it was presidential and respectful and inspiring, and amazingly it was preceded by an equally presidential consession speech by Mccain. Is it right to call this presidential or to call it more appropriately AMERICAN?

I write this response to those Obama grassroots operatives who believe you and you alone created this history. This is my humble confession to you that I am one of the many smiling faces celebrating harder then you confident I did not work as hard as you.

Yes you are right, LOTS OF ARE BLACK FOLKS acting like this miracle came from US ALONE. Lots of high fiving and partying AND YES the most excited and drunk AINT VOTED, AINT DONATED, AINT REGISTERED TO VOTE, ITS ALL fun and high from a celebration in front of our TV.

BUT My story and excitement was not about any of that. MY Excitement was a honest confession of the EFFECT of Obama's grassroots movement in the last 24 hours.I voted for Obama. I donated $75 of money I NEVER HAD AND I NEED NOW. I wrote and performed poems about Obama to hundreds of people who MIGHT HAVE VOTED ANYWAY but possibly voted because of my talent. I not only engaged i this election as a zealot for Obama, but in pure partisan fashion I rode the roller coaster of the undecided's equally rooting and working to promote Mccain.

Despite all this from me I DOUBT I PERSONALLY can take credit any of this OBAMA ROUTE any more then a white conservative voter who was undecided and reluctantly voted Obama in PA or OH these last 7 hours.

MY EXCITEMENT HERE IS ABOUT how Obama's miracle gave me courage to just walk out my house, DIRECTLY to the criminals I have met and I have BEGGED for friendship (out of fear, when in rome do as romans right?) AND I ISSUED A ORDER WITH A OBAMA LIKE SMILE. GET YOUR ASS off that porch.

Please don't ruin my smile and mock my celebration as something only you deserve to engage in. Yes you worked for this from inception, YES you worked for this officially and some of your full time on staff. Some operatives can't resist to tell those of us fair weather fans partying at Obama's victory that we look stupid calling a verified Obama operative with Obama praise.

Some of you guys are spoiled. You high off Obama dominance and you want to just ignore this silly act among savages in Englewood, savages who are so ignorant we celebrate a person we had no role in electing. Or so you believe.

But Obama personally gave me courage to just tell a drug dealer, A CUSTOMER OF MINE, a person I only can talk to with this confidence and honesty because HE KNOWS HOW BROKE I AM and I KNOW how BROKE HE IS. He knows dirt on me and I know dirt on him and I ALSO KNOW MY WHOLE BLOCK doing dirt and this Obama dude is the only black leader OR WHITE leader I have ever supported who has the love of ALL CLASSES.

My rich jewish business partner of the past loves him, my middleclass financial advisor Aunt loves him and GET THIS (dont tell Fox) AND THESE GANG MEMBERS and criminals love him. NOT BECAUSE they think he wont arrest them, or an Obama in white house means 0 blacks in cop cars. Not becuase thier rich enough to know Obama's true intentions because of 2500 per plate VIP fundraisers where Obama could deliver promises free of hidden microphones. BUT BECAUSE they see themselves in HIM.

I met with a criminal bothering me about some dumb shit he needed to give me. I felt so sorry for him because I told EVERY body who called me tonight STOP DOING BUSINESS MAN. ITS HISTORY TONIGHT.

I told them STOP selling weed man, STOP asking me for the worthless shit I sell you, JUST STOP WATCH TV and see the impossible.I joked with them WEDNESDAY its back to the block AND I WILL BE BACK out there too. But for this night, WE GOT TO STOP and just WATCH this mircale.

My post here was not to offend you BOURGIE OBAMA voters, or you LIBERAL white voters, you hopeless optimistic conservative red state Obama voters, OR YOU RICH OBAMA voters, it was to show you the REWARD a englewood broke ass Obama Voter got for his VOTE TONIGHT. I did not have to wait 4 years. Obama as President empowered me to talk to a drug dealer NOT IN FEAR but in concern. I did not need to call 911 to assist me or organize a march, but armed with the bullet proof armor of HOPE I spoke to the dealer for the first time, and witnessed him respond.

I not only Voted for Obama as my president, I BECAUSE OBAMA on my block. In debates I watched Obama say he will meet with any enemy of America and change US diplomacy. AS OBAMA I am meeting as well with rogue dictators of my block and area just like him, engaging in ghetto diplomacy that not only works better then Nuclear Bombs and 400 billion dollar pentagon budgets, but expensive chicago police tactics and batons and pistols.

My warzonediary.blogspot.com entrees are depressing and have been hopeless. But what Obama did tonight GAVE ME COURAGE and ACCESS to not only leave my house secure from gang bangers BUT ORDER THEM to do SOMETHING.Tonight I told him WATCH OBAMA.

Next WEEK what could I order him to do? What can I order myself to do? The possibilities ARE ENDLESS in America right now.

I have a choice to make. I can just put my resume out and go back to corporate america entre level cubicles and help Obama with respectable average lifestyle. OR I CAN continue to do what I do that has been building me more and more networks and access to POOR citizens engaged in crime, and USE MY INFLUENCE to move them.

Obama moved Oprah, MCcain moved Joe the PLUMBER. I ACTUALLY am doing something now where I can MOVE the drug dealer and the hopeless poor HUSTLER, and minimum wage thief in Walmarts stores paying that rising cost of living with inventory Sam Walton is too rich to complain about.

These poor people they see me in the trenches with them suffering and are open to my ideas. I have no power over the gang leaders nor over the rich of Chicago. But I have growing respect and access to the foot soldiers and survivors, regular people. Maybe not Hockey Moms but certainly section 8 moms. My influence is not Obama's massive millions but if Obama wants my help to rebuild america BLOCK BY BLOCK I have influence in this englewood block his liberal Obama girl and RICH OBama celebrity simply cant and WONT have here.

I want to work for his white house.
I AM NOT QUALIFIED for that.
He would be a fool to appoint me.

BUT I WANT TO HELP make this country better now that she has shown me I can lead it. I dont know what to do. What does the crack dealer and weed man and bootlegger and booster, and sect 8 scammer need to do to help you Obama. Please say something more then enroll in Harvard.

Please dont ask us for hard RADICAL CHANGE you not willing and brave enough to ask from hardcore southern RED STATES or bitter conservative clinton democrat strongholds depressed from your victory.

If you are not telling the rich to SPREAD THEIR WEALTH for social programs dont ask us savages to GIVE UP our illegal wealth in exchange for mcdonalds. EVERYBODY got to take one step at a time in a direction that leads to a real POWERFUL AMERICA.

I honestly think I am going to lose my voting rights and freedom soon because of my work among the poor of Chicago. And I expect it to be under a police force commanded by Obama. I know it is going to happen. I can stop it now but it will cause me to lose influence and access to real people who like it or not will decide how this country recovers from her misfortune.

I may not have worked as hard as some of you, and my friends in englewood may not have worked at all, but each vote cased is important for him anyway. Even a gullible Obama cheerleader born in the last 2 hours is worth something to Obama in 2012 right? Please some of you stop killing the smiles of Obama's fans with reminders of what they did not do that you did to make this happen.

If I dont change something, I not only predict Obama cant can't change America, I predict the old politics of the past will lock me up and change nothing. Maybe in prison I can change. How would an Obama white house run prisons? I dont know.

All I know is my imagination about how I can change my life and change englewood is bigger now. Obama really has made me stop saying anything beginning with IMPOSSIBLE. So I ask you Obama and I ask you Obama grassroots operatives now moving into the white house as official staff.

Mr. President Englewood would like to know can we join your America and how can we help make it better?

WarZone part 20 Englewood Gives Dreamgirl Oscar Worthy Nightmare

2008-10-26T13:45:00.001-07:00

WarZone part 20: Englewood Gives DreamGirl Oscar Worthy Nightmare-->-->-->
Warzonediary.blogspot.com
By Prince Akbar-->-->
I first heard about the Jennifer Hudson tragedy a few days ago courtesy of a shameless notorious spammer. A young woman I met through a blackvoices.com message board despite my request to stop spamming me, sent me one of her long group emails. Despite blocking her email many times she still manages to get random news to my inbox, and even though I just read the subject line of her post I knew exactly where this story was going.
First I learned this tragedy happen on the Southside, and I wondered how long it would take for someone to ask the rude and insensitive question of “why would Jennifer Hudson, an American Idol reality star, Oscar trophy owning, National Anthem singing for the DNC convention celebrity let her mother live on the Southside?”
Of course I damn near spit my food out my mouth when I heard the woman volunteered to stay in ENGLEWOOD of all places. This is the place all 20 chapters of my warzone blog is about. I got the bullet holes pictures to prove and camcorder footage of gangbangers to give me credibility when I tell you millionaires are committing suicide to stay in this hellhole.
But this is America. Even our enslaved pets like dogs piss, mark and claim terroritory.
This is the home of stubborn people. We live where we choose, and often the poorest of us who technically don't own any real estate or physical assets are the most territorial land barons known to man. Remember the projects being torn down? All those residents who never owned the property protesting being kicked out, as if the city owes them a reason for giving valuable real estate to developers.
There are plenty of millionaires who own real estate in Englewood, but they don’t actually live in those homes with that violence scarring the shit out of renters. What fun would that be for a slum lord?
Go to South Central and wear the wrong color in some gangs “hood” and see if you don't get shot, yet check the county land registry for Crip or Blood property owners. You will not find criminals paying property taxes in LA or Chicago. On the block I escaped a few months ago, the baggy jeans wearing thugs could not spell real estate let alone claim ownership of any of the houses on 75th Union.
(Side note, a brother bought my former house on 75th and Union and last week the thugs from Englewood broke in and STOLE HIS FURNACE)
Yet ask anyone on that block and ask anyone on Jennifer Hudson’s mother’s block, they will tell you Englewood is our home and their proud of it. She would tell you were she alive Englewood has been her home and will be her home regardless of her daughter’s success. A woman like Jennifer Hudson’s mother choosing to stay in Englewood should not shock CNN newscasters. But it did.
I mean how is she crazy for staying in Englewood when a yuppie like Anderson Cooper, rich from his parents business success actually says yes to reporting news live from Baghdad? How crazy is she for staying in Englewood when a white couple a few weeks ago made national headlines after while partying in the south loop they mouthed off to a ghetto homeless couple. A few minutes after a bold arrogant ‘get a job” snide remark the couple is faced with over a 100,000 dollars medical bills, which the geniues they were had no health insurance to pay. Why would intelligent people choose to talk shit to street hardened people at 1am at night with no police in sight to protect them?
What part of suicide don't Americans get?
She probally stayed in Englewood for the same reason we stay in Iraq today despite Iraq’s history of bloody rebellion against occupiers and invaders. Like Bush said If we leave Englewood the terrorist have won right? I left Englewood the moment a stranger with money gave me the option. That is what people scarred of warzone’s do when they can. But some people not only are not scared of warzones they develop a mentality that bullets are not going to kill them because they have something better then bullet proof vest and green zone cement barriers. Like celebrity children or God? I don’t know.
She probably stayed in Englewood numb to the danger, and her unfortunate death at the hands possibly to this thug ex lover of her daughter may still have occurred if she moved to Barrington or Olympia fields home of richer Chicago citizens. But when the news had a local black man say he heard shots, but in that neighborhood its common, I had to turn the TV off, because a victim this arrogant does not deserve national sympathy and expert talking heads trying to make sense of her death. I told the Sun-times months ago how during the shootout I witnessed the next day the neighborhood kept partying and kids kept playing as if nothing happen. Its like a broken record only this time Jennifer Hudson and her deceased family are singing the song.
This is only f*cking news because a celebrity is connected.
Some of you celebrity crack heads are reading this blog for the first time only because Jennifer Hudson’s name is mentioned, and you have been up all night reading any tabloid paper or watching any tabloid news segment with “breaking news on the Hudson’s tragedy.”
Here’s a newsflash cluckers…
Englewood has had many murders and my guess is we will have many more when this is over and Jennifer’s fifth CD drops and her 7th movie comes out and the press is interviewing her on her latest Hollywood project.
I mourn her loss but when a parent makes a suicidal decision to stay in a WarZone despite her daughters financial blessings, the law should consider her unfit to raise a 7 year old. You want to stay in Englewood, but what about your children? Did she ask this 7 year old where he wanted to live? Why did Hudson’s sister choose leave her son in that house? How long does it take for a Englewood block to learn the mother of a rich young Englewood singer lives there? How long before those not receiving the 700 billion dollar bailout realize some money can be made from attacking residents of that house?
Why did Hudson’s sister choose to have a baby with a man convicted for crimes like vehicular carjacking, attempted murder??? What part of ex-con do you not understand when your engaged in foreplay?
Why not only stay in Englewood but bring gangster thugged out resident of Englewood into your home? Was this a family decision? The more you learn of this ex cons background you get more rush Limbaugh raw material for bashing the black underclass. I expect Bill Cosby to be on CNN soon ranting away at the fall of black America if this Englewood celebrity story stays in the news cycle for one more day.
One of the first warnings from god you could be murdered by a thug is his felony convictions. The news flashed a picture of the suspect his hair in 55 directions. Stone cold ‘f*ck the world’ facial expression making me puzzled as hell how this thug actually asked for Jennifer Hudson’s sisters phone number, let along got access to her egg for fertilization.
But that is what I noticed in Englewood, the women here prefer the thug, because what better way to protect yourself from drive bys then make the shooter and gang member your lover and baby daddy. We saw this with the Nailah Franklin tragedy, and again here.
I certainly don't mean disrespect but I am sick of Englewood’s dysfunction, and her terrorism killing people and I also am sick of Englewood not admitting that the police are not the only problem.
Felon lovers are the problem.
People who don't take care of their properties are the problem.
Residents who prefer Englewood, the way it is are the problem.
Some people like Jennifer Hudson win the lottery, and get to move on and often their families can't join them. But this is something the 24 news cycle purposely has ignored, and now they report on it with shock and ignorantly with no shame, as if this is the first shooting in Englewood.
We are the murder capital in the US and it should not take a Simon Cowell created celebrity to get America to care about our neighborhood and stopping the violence. It should not take a Hollywood blockbuster acting actress’s personal loss to get Chicago Police commander Jody Weis to order hundreds of police officers to this case. How many police have united on a scale this large for a Englewood murder victim this year?
This whole case stinks of publicity hungry people exploiting a ruthlessly unpredictable press to help someone who could of helped themselves by forcing their parents to move from a warzone. You want to live in Englewood mom? Okay pay your bills. But this mansion in this suburb is paid for and yours long as you and my sister leave that ex con behind, and move out the warzone. I bet she would of moved.
Englewood is a warzone and anyone pretending its not is DREAMing a dream that will soon be a nightmare after the gunshots. I pray the 7 year old nephew is found safe, and I also pray any remaining close relatives take Jennifer Hudson’s blessing and move out before she is distracted again with more tragedy and death.

WarZone part 19: Ghetto Flashbacks From My Days in the Infantry

2008-10-26T05:09:00.000-07:00

WarZone part 20: Ghetto Flashbacks From My Days in the Infantry
Warzonediary.blogspot.com
By Prince Akbar
It’s 4:36 am Sunday, and I have been awaken from sleep once again with fresh painful and funny memories from my long past. I have been thinking deeply these past few days about Obama’s Grassroots operation, and also of the many grassroots movements I have been swept up by throughout my life.
I remember during my zealous days as an infantry soldier in Farrakhans grassroots movement rebuilding the NOI in the 90’s, I would sit in the audience at Mosque Maryam awaiting the Sunday lecture quietly smiling as some fellow older zealot would whisper in my ear some Nat Turner prophetic parable, worthy of any fortune cookie manufacturer not afraid of Homeland Security. “You know brother Akbar, the minister has an army you see and an army you don’t see.” Then I would look at the brother with my innocent idealistic 16 year old eyes, wide open and not say a word. Iyf the muslims allowed the smoking of weed, I am sure I would of blurted out, That’s some deep shit my man.”
Instead, my non verbal facial reaction said all that need to be said, and the unknown old foot soldier, with no rank in the NOI or resume known to me, would give me a deep look of confidence that to this day I am used to seeing from seasoned public speakers, comedians, and those gifted with spoken word.
There is something powerful about a grassroots operative that is zealous and confident, yet humble enough to invest all of his or her life promoting some remote authoritarian person. The longer I think about the Obama movement and ride my rollercoaster of support for him (I am voting for him, I am not voting for him, etc) I get flashbacks from my days as a zealot for Farrakhan, zealot for Equinox International founder Bill Gouldd, and Zealot for Hiphop in the 90’s.
The more I encounter Obama’s grassroots operatives in the street, at the university, in the workplace, anywhere, I see myself at 16.
I also have concluded my birth as a zealot never came from Farrakhan it came from the FOI I knew personally sitting next to me, the white liberal multimillionaire trophy wife who paid for me to see Malcolm X, the old middle class radical black couple buying my first suit and bow tie and driving me home to the orphanage in the winter, the muslims I knew personally, the army of zealots people have seen and those they did not see.
My days as a zealot for Equinox international founder Bill Gouldd was more about Jewish entrepreneur Bruce Klickstein, and his days sitting with me in that posh office teaching me like Mr. Miagi (karate kid) how to close sales and influence people. It was was riding in his BMW to the southside of Chicago, listening to Bill Gouldd tapes together united trying to do the impossible and create enough wealth for us both to be in the top 1%. I honestly believe it is no accident that during my 2 years as an Equinox Representive, my 24 hour internship with this jewish entrepreneur is at the root of my losing interest in the Black Muslims and Farrakhan who I spent time with on weekends.
My days as a hiphop Zealot, where late at night with no one looking, I would sit in the dark by the hallway light my uncle would leave on for some unknown reason, and it is there I would attempt to create my own raps better then LL Cool J and Kool Moe Dee, the rappers I would delight in observing on the Am radio station in Milwaukee that played rap music.
I would not care I would be sleepy for class, because staying up late at night to create raps is the first and only time I would later so something in which a younger kid would see me on stage and ask for my autograph. My days as a hiphop Zealot have flashbacks in the disappointment from my aunt when she notice my lack of interest in playing and practicing Bass Clarinet, yet she managed to smile driving me too and from rap contest where she saw me get better and better and eventually I would win them so often, ironically she would be the one losing interest in attending. Hiphop artist in the 80’s and 90’s may have gotten the fame, but the grassroots operatives like me in that era, were certainly eating good off the crumbs that fell from Russell Simmons table.
I will try to share with you the flashbacks that disturb me during work, that make me laugh on public transportation and cause people to stare at me as if I am crazy. The flashbacks that make me angry because I wish so much with all my soul sometimes I had chose to invest in other things growing up that could possible change where I ended up today at 31.
If you manage to cut your cable TV off for a month, or maybe cancel your internet and just let a normal day of being outside among the people, you will see something Sean Hannity and FOX news can’t show you in nice, edited, 30 second looped sound bites. You will see grassroots operatives behind the celebrities, the pastors, the forbes 400 business moguls, anyone at the top of some pyramid getting all the credit for something being talked about in the news.
If you were to just start with a Chicago Tribune story about Farrakhan this past week I can break down to you what they can’t talk about in 2000 words or less, or 150 words if your reading the new popular Tribune “tabloid” the RedEye.
Louis Farrakhan has made improvements on the mosque, dusted off the marble, imported some new gold for the mosque dome, ordered new fancy plants and other props to make those who attend the mosque feel special and appreciate the Nation of Islam’s efforts on the Southside and in the world. Lots of white folks and international types managed to find the mosque this past Sunday, and the Chicago Tribune thought that was newsworthy enough for another Farrakhan article. What the editors at that paper failed to write about, and what I have never seen written about is Farrakhans unique grassroots operation that has been using technology like Webcastting, podcast, and social networking to push the goals of the Nation of Islam. This past weekend I read the story of creator of Family Guy, who is the highest paid writer in television history. In that story I learned how Seth McFarlane invest heavily in classical Orchestra’s for each of his blatantly controversial and juvenile comedy epidoses popular among the youth. He talked about how today most shows to save money, use recorded sounds and don’t invest in live Orchestra’s. I immediately began to think about the Mosque rededication ceremony in which Minister Farrakhan, managed to get a live Orchestra to play at the mosque to help present the New Nation of Islam to the world. Why am I not surprised to read of the arrogant middle eastern visitor telling the Chicago Tribune, how Happy she was to see the Nation of Islam for herself. How she was amazed at how much Farrakhan knew about “her religion.” The Tribune wrote that this woman was terrified of the Nation of Islam, which to me is ironic because the country she was from terrifies me and I have never made plans to attend a mosque in Iraq, Palestine, etc. It would be nice to attend something in Dubai, but I only here of skyscrapers being built in that place, not mosque where charismatic respected around the world Imans teach the gospels of the great Prophet Muhammad.
For me Louis Farrakhans grassroots movement closed me on his value just by watching him speak. It is something amazing when a man is speaking and around him are all these clean, dressed professionally, serious looking black men. And around that man also are all these smiling, dressed in white, beautiful MGT. I guess I could call it Gladis Knight and the Pips-OLOGY or The Jackson 5-OLOGY. When an artist or person is united doing something in a group, it really sells more then some lone nut on a soup box, ranting and raving, as passer by’s look at him with pity.
I remember watching Savoirs Day and concluding with my rap partner we should go to the mosque. Then the next week I went to the mosque and Farrkhan announced at the end of his speech if you enjoy what he talked about join him and shake his hand that day. I was excited, and so was my friend so we joined and shook the hand of this black nationalist celebrity, and like cattle at the slaughter brothers took us from the handshake to the basement, where like at the DMV we registered, signed forms, and got orders to come to the all mens meeting Monday night.
Keeping our word to the minister we showed up and that night we did not sit in the fancy mosque, and the minister was not there. Some lower ranking brother but he had a similar operation going on. When he spoke he had security standing behind him. The same unknown grassroots operatives who sat next to me during Farrakhan speech, whispering in my ear the revolutionary gossip about Farrakhan, whispered in my ear revolutionary parables about this brother. “Oh brother Akbar, brother Abdullah met the minister in Prison, came out and was so powerful the minister put him over the prison ministry.”
At the end of that speech me and my rap partner Bo, were given orders to join this revolution you got to come 4 consecutive Monday’s, if you miss one, you got to start over. Like cattle at the slaughter, we followed orders until my rap partner Bo gave up. He had beats to make, and he keep rolling in life as a hiphop Zealot.
Me, I shared my conflicts in scheduling with Bro Abdullah, and poured my heart and soul about how hard it is to build my rap career and do what the Nation of Islam wants me to do.
Never ask Walmart what to do with your childs education savings account. Sam Walton might have advise you on skipping Harvard, and buying your children a years supply of cheap Chinese goods, and attending a community college because afterall Walmart will hire your babies without a college degree.
Bro Abdullah sat me down, pretended to care about my problem and moral conflicts I suffered inside, and told me to quit rap, focus on Islam and the brotherhood, and the problems that we as black people are trying to solve. I even tried to help him advise me well by showing him some poetry I had written that impressed Poet Laurlaurate Gwendolyn Brooks.
Certainly Bro Abdullah, a ex con, turn black muslim preacher in Farrakhans mosque basement had wisedom equal to Gwendolyn right? Why today am I not shocked he glanced at the poetry for 10 seconds, and with exasperation responded to me, “brother we trying to change this stuff you writing about.”
Within 24 hours I contacted the black Russell simmons wannabe Chris Orr, who had invested his savings, and used his charisma to make the contacts we would need, and I told him I quit. I am done rapping, I refuse to curse, and of course rap is for the savage. I hate the white man, and I must dedicate my life to stopping him, and a ‘16 verse’ does not do that Bro Chris. And by the way Chris, ORR is a slave name, you’re a sellout, come join me at the mosque next Sunday. AS SALAAM ALAIKUM.
Chris did not put up any fight or try to change my mind. Why I don’t know. Bo kept on going with Chris until he later dropped Chris Orr not for Islam or Black Muslims, but pimping, dopedealing and Gangster Disciples. Or course Chris was not hurt by either of us wasting his time, he took his powers of persuasion, and what capital he had left and he became a outside salesman for a printing company. Today Chris makes six figures, bought a nice home, makes his employer millions, and he even found two new black orphans to help as his foster children. He is not Russell Simmons, or Bro Chris Muhammad, he is better than both of those characters. He a black father.
During my life as a radical for the NOI the FBI and the CIA surveillance I assume has records of my revolutionary radical activities. Right before the file they have on Bill Ayers, should be my file Prince Akbar. The spooks on the ground should have memo’s recounting the intelligence that includes on saturadays, my “soldiering” which was selling a CD/DVD BROCHURE oops I mean “Newspaper.” On Sundays, I was a valet car parker for the mosque.
I am telling you the FBI 10 most wanted list had my picture, I would parallel park so good I know President Bush the first, got scarred of my potential during his daily CIA briefings. You guys keep wondering why they did not see 9/11 coming, I am confident 90% of the FBI operatives were on the WIRE trying to find out what really was in those Bean Pies me and brother Arturo kept smuggling from the Mosque each Sunday.
I am not saying shit until they kidnap me and take me to the Abu Graib black ops ran prison in Texas. I am confident after 20 days of water boarding, they will have no clue why Farrakhan left me alone in Mosque Maryam doing security on a 5 million dollar building, when to this day I have never won a street fight against anyone who was not my younger brother.
Do you know what a Farrakhan Grassroots operative does when he is alone on security at the mosque with nobody looking. Heres a clue, he looks around and walks into the empty mosque, he looks around again paranoid. He walks to the sacred rostrum where his idol Farrakhan preaches, and where NO ONE speaks ever but the minister. He climbs up the steps to the elevated speakers rostrum and for no reason at all worthy of being published, he begins the most spirited attack on the white man, banging on the podium telling these imaginary followers of his, how hell will rain down on the devil from Allah if you mess with him. He listens to his voice echo, and has the time of his life, until that god damn door shuts him up because somebody is trying to get in the mosque and do some shit they were told to do for free.
I was a radical yall.
A valet parker, a security guard, a newspaper peddler, a bus boy for the closed salaam restaurant, and the United States Congress actually held hearings on my revolutionary leaders trip overseas. Your tax dollars at work.
A couple of months after going to college and realizing life as an adult means BILLS. And its hard to pay bills if you think all whites are devils. You start to realize the devil newspaper you hate has something the black newspaper you love DOES NOT.
Like a help wanted section.
Amazingly you find out, the devil help wanted section introduces you to a devil employer. You growl your face, take your black fist, unlock it and shake the devils pretty receptionist hand, and interview for a full time, health benefits, 9-5.
Then you scratch your head and wonder why in the hell did you work for 6 years FOR FREE all the while bashing slave owners and white folks, yet never asking your black employer/minister what the NOI health benefit package is? Do they pay minimum wage to their valet parkers and security workers at their events? Is my Farrakhan “ do for self speech series” tax deductable? Does How to Eat to Live book one and two offer superior health advice to the jewish doctors from my HMO and PPO?
It is in the devils world where a pay per view smackdown cage match takes place. Where the grassroots operative from the black radical gets bodyslamed into silence by the grassroots operative of Microsoft. “Oh, Mr. Akbar Muhammad you love islam and prayer on Fridays, GREAT, but please keep in mind our Prophet Bill Gates offers more stock options if you work on Fridays and help us dominate the world? Do you want this money for you and your wife or will you be declining our job offer to labor for BEANPIESOFT and live happily ever after with your 77 virgins?”
You stop going to mosque and start integrating in the devils world because it is there where you get something Farrakhan and the radicals won’t give you after a speech. A PAYCHECK from which you can pay your bills, buy a car, pay charity, etc.
Of course none of this means I hate the Nation of Islam, but all of this means my time spent there as a lower ranking unknown grassroots operative left me with psychological handicaps and guilt when I would later have to grow up and live in a the NATION of the United States.
I don’t know why people think you can have a Nation exist in peace WITHIN a nation. Nations exist after wars are fought and flags are planted. If a secret plan is made to get a nation, the lowly grassroots operative knows what they are doing and can live with that.
Do you think the crack user employed by Grey Hound arrogantly tells his employer he buys good drugs during layovers? Do you think the accountant cooking the books for Arthur Anderson, arrogantly tells the House Senate Commission his secrets to success for defying the IRS THE DAY AFTER he cooks the books? Somebody in radical organizations need to tell the littleguy its bullshit when his leader does shit on TV that he is called a sellout and traitor for doing locally.
I don’t think George Washington fought the American Revolution and killed men and women, all because he succeeded building the United States of America peacefully, and just wanted blood. Either you live as a slave, or you kill to be free.
Its so frustrating watching my hero Farrakhan fight to gain a mainstream respect Obama has, only after he realizes Obama’s hustle is better than his. There were Obama’s in the 90’s I could have followed , (maybe as a Obama volunteer against Bobby Rush in the 90’s?”) if my radical hero would of told me each year he would shift to the center. I mean why tell a 16 year old to quit rapping, and in 6 years you speaking before rappers like Nas and others telling them “they rule the world” and “can I get some source awards tickets?”
I was a radical yall? And Englewood is the cemetery for radicals. Thanks for listening to the rants of a war vet with his crazy flashbacks from the combat zone.

WarZone part 18: Black President on my TV, White Whore in my driveway! WTF

2008-10-14T19:10:00.000-07:00

Ladies and Gentlemen, I apoligize for playing hookie from work, and avoiding to update my blog for last month, I completely applaud and commend those of my black fans not disgusted with my negro behavior and erratic committment to my blog, and I applaud and commend those of my white fans who still enjoy this blog and remain liberals despite all the flaws I leave before you just begging for a Sean Hannity Bill OReily smackdown.

I have been focused on changing my life and trying to move out of Englewood, and trying to build my ghetto business and enterprise while at the same time feed my addiction to news and political punditry analysis. I used to mock crack heads for doing stupid shit, just to buy that tiny sack of dope the gang bangers sell with a machiavellian smile.

But these days when I look at the time I have spent and invested emotionally, and socially and how I have been affected by this political race I am starting to wonder if I look in the mirror would Pookie look back? Does a brother get ashy crack lips from stomping for Obama 13 hours a day, arguing with Hillary Palin traitors 10 hours a day, and sleeping dreaming of signing up 10,000 new felon voters for Acorn for the one hour left?

On the night of the election is it possible my bourgie formerly zealous black nationalist ass is gonna be in racist bridgeport, telling white folks "I will suck your dick for a black president?" I am really feeling less like this election is about hope and more convinced its about hype. Dreams of my father part two. Weird things have been happening to me because of Obama and Mccain.

I have built my ghetto business very conservatively one customer at a time with strict rules and basic small goals everyday. I had 1 commandment I followed which always said to keep business and politics separate. But this election leaves me dying to talk to a human soul everynight, and the racial chess games being played at the highest level overtly and covertly makes it impossible for me to service my 100 deep loyal customer base without taking my own poll.

I want to know what my hood customers think of this chess game? what my corporate spooks rising the corporate ladder every day think of Obama's unique and unheard of tactics, I want to know what my hispanic immigrants think about this chess game. I can not just hold my breath, pretend to appreciate thier money they pay me, and leave them without breaking my commandment and innocently asking? Are you voting? Sometimes I get really stupid with my majority black customer base and I have lost probally 7 customers for sure with my blasphemous critiques of Dr. Martin Luther Obama oops I mean Obama Ali oops I mean Tyler Hussein Perry, oops damn you see what I mean?

Today let me tell you how this political race is fucking me up yall. I have been up all night. I had 2 things to do. One make a erron at 10am and come home sleep and see my 2 clients at 430pm. I had it in my blackberry, planned it to perfection like any good CENTCOM general. I ended up cancelling and rescheduling my clients, and selling why white client to drive and pick his order up in englewood? Thank god he was liberal and happy to do it.

I left from my erron at 10am and walked past 3 smelly whiskey on the breath black bums. One of them extended his hand and blocked my path down the street. I panicked and thought OH HELL I am about to get my ass beat like that white lady in the south loop when I tell this savage in my most Sidney Poiter elitist voice GET YOUR HAND OFF ME. The brother said ARE YOU VOTING? I looked at him like he was speaking arabic?

Then the other 2 black bums looked me down as if they were trained and ready to do to me what Katie Couric did to Sarah palin. I arrogantly brushed his question aside with a quick comment OF COURSE brother, but will it matter? I thought that was some deep shit a bachelor degree of journalism nigga like me would leave with these homeless brothers. Then within the next 5 minutes these drunk, dirty, and visually uninspired men engaged me in some of the most passionate conversation and honest political analysis I have had this year.

I have been dying for a real conversation about Obama among my Nation of Islam old comrades, I have not got it. But I did get a tongue lashing by a black muslim for daring to ask a question regarding Farrakhan's public praise of Obama. I have been dying for a real conversation about race from my family, and my aunt engaged me for 4 hours ending the phone call patronizing me saying Son, I promise I will call you ONCE a week to let you vent because you have no friends. I have been dying to talk about Obama's race with anyone, and it was not until i walked passed these unlearned men did I get my fix.

I learned from one brother the history of Chicago and how Mccain race hating rallies occurred here and in the town of Oregon where he lived most of his life. I learned from the other brother who was from Robert Taylors projects why he was not afraid to wear his Obama T Shirt despite my doom and gloom news alert a african in london was nearly shot for wearing one. And I learned something powerful from most silent black man of the 3, a man who was missing so many teeth, his face appeared scarred like some 20 year POW veteran of multiple beatings. His eyes appeared to damn near be falling from his skull, yellowish in a unreal horror mask type of way. I cringed trying to look this brother in the face, but was so inspired that not one of his sentences talked about free healthcare he would get from Obama, but how proud he was of him. They all joked about how funny this 700 billion bailout is to them. I asked them how long it take Bill gates to make 50 billion? 20 years? I joked to them why in hell we spend 700 billion in just a week and have the nerve to talk about the sub prime loan and credit extravagance of wall street? He told me they have been homeless so long they dont care anymore. We spent hours exchanging experiences about life in America, 4 black men from such diverse places and backgrounds. One of them shared with me how he ended up in prison for 3 DUI's, none of which involved running in to anyone and confronted a white judge he saw give a white man with 9 DUIs probation WHO INJURED SOMEONE.

I arrogantly said brother let me guess "the white man had a paid lawyer and you had a public defender." He with pride corrected me, with his breath still smelling of Vodka, no I hired a lawyer. The healthcare deprived black man shared with me how he did not do well in school but he cant comprehend why police will lock him up for drinking his beer in public but when he watches drunk whites at SOX or cubs games drinking IN FRONT OF POLICE nothing happens. I said well you just got to save your drinking when you in Wrigleyville, he said he still gets harrassed. I even shared a joke with one brother about how I refused to work for corporate america because my experience in so many white entreprenuerial scams that were legal but illegal. We started talking about telemarketing scams we stumbled into answering ads, and joked about those scripts we both read, and how it was weird because on the one hand it felt good to have money to spoil your lady and have a nice place, but morally it never set right. We talked about the history of the black market in the ghetto and and how strange it is to see the LOTTO big business and legal, when they recalled blacks called it the numbers hustle. All this yapping of mouth always came back to Obama and what it means to see a black man possible going to be president. What would happen if they kill him? How Dr. King's death hurt them so bad. Weird things have been happening to me. Sometimes I will be up late in my apartment in englewood watching Keith Oberman or Jon Stewart on the DVR, and I notice a pattern late at night in neighborhood. All day I can't never find a single white person in my neighborhood. Just blacks and hispanics.

But recently like clockwork I see a black pimp and white prostitute in my driveway hopping in cars coming and going. Its weird to be looking at Obama running circles around Mccai and Palin, and then look out my driveway and see white women whoring to black local sex fiends. Its weird to see the black candidate who everybody is paranoid about not being experienced and ready to lead, make history so calm and cool while the miltary man and expert and veteran is making blunder after blunder, his VP walking on eggshells unless safe and secure in a FOX padded studio. A black president not only might win, but he does not need my vote to do this. I actually can carry out my threat to Vote for Mccain, and according to many polls the lead Obama might has will close some red states Gore and Kerry never could.

That is a story for the grandkids. He did it and I voted against him. Before I left the brothers and thier great conversation which drew strange looks and one angry white drunk driver interupting us to ask us if we had any bootleg cigerettes for sale. Ironically we all said no but the healthcare deprived brother later revealed his bag did had a carton. We almost left in peace happy for intelligent interaction amoung men when a sistah with the most gorgeous ass I have ever seen in my life walked in front of us, white boy hand in hand and all conversation stopped. No more Obama, no more racial history lessons from 4 brains, no more bonding intellectually just silence and head shaking. Then 2 minutes of booty compliments and ignorant shit dialogue more fitting for 3 bums and a underachieving college grad. I said to myself right their pussy has killed more revolutionaries then any bullet or drive by in Englewood. Black President on my TV, black woman on a date AND IT AINT WITH ME. It makes me understand the logic in what happened to me 2 months ago after Palin's debut at the National Republican Convention. I asked a old black man the next day, Man do you think Obama can come back after that? The brother, in front of me ordering his tacos, I would guess about 55, looked at me and replied, WHO? Black President on my TV, old black man stuck in 1930.

WarZone part 17: BACK to the BUNKER

2008-08-31T05:10:00.000-07:00

By Prince Akbar
warzonediary.blogspot.com
Ladies and Gentlemen welcome back.
The WarZone reports have returned after a self imposed hiatus. Since we have been gone we have reflected on criticism from our readers, complaints from the very woman who's womb housed us for months. We have taken time away to digest the history being made in Washington, the wonderful Olympic sports brilliance by Michael Phelps, and of course we have been enjoyed the PEACE of our new neighborhood. I had considered ending my dispatches because it just seem now that I live in mayberry writing something called WarZone feels too unethical.
Well let this post put that FOOLISHNESS TO DEATH.
A few hours ago it was about 3am. I had been up doing normal stuff bourgie negroes do, SURFING THE NET and digesting the poltical talking heads all discussing the greatest politcal race this generation has seen.
I suddenly saw a CNN report about Hurricane Katrina part 2 and I was so filled with a desire to talk to a real human being about this ironic and shocking new piece of drama that will affect this political race I walked downstairs and knocked on landlords door.
Of course I should of assumed he was asleep but I know my friend. He is a businessman like me. Much more successful but I know he does not sleep like I dont sleep. And within minutes he opened the door and we started discussing the news.
Both of us each exchanged topics of debate, first begining with our various reactions to the Obama speech, then to the chess move by John Mccain, then we started discussing the chess move by God with this natural disaster occuring THE WEEK before the RNC convention, and right when we were about to begin a intelligent debate about a school closing that has left black highschool students in Georgia with no accreditation, making thier diploma's worthless the conversation STOPPED.
POP POP POP POP POP 5 gunshots.
Suddenly the Inc magazine, wall street journal reading, Adam Smith Economist researching bourgie college educated negroes IN UNISON SHUT OUR MOUTHS AND descended to the FLOOR.
No more yapping the mouths. I could hear the footsteps of the shooter running, it seemed close to the house, BUT HOW we got a big fence and 3 locks? After seconds of silence one of us managed to speak.
WHAT THE F U C K man? my landlord said. Being that I am now a veteran of ghetto warfare in this house, I suggested we retreat up to the second floor and look out the window to see what happened. My landlord agreed and we crawled to the entrance and RAN up to MY apartment which is above his.
We did a quick scan of the alley and back entrance and SAW NOTHING. As we stared out the window my internet radio was blasting SEAN HANNITY out of the speakers.
"BARACK OBAMA is going to ruin this country. He is not the MESSIAH ladies and gentlemen. So put down the KOOL AID. yatta ya ya yatta"
After staring out the window for the shooter my democratic landlord gave me a WHAT THE F U C K look for being a fan of right wing talk radio. I was more concerned about this shooter then defending hannity and trying to convince my friend that Sirius Radio's left is JUST AS anti Obama and Hannity but more entertaining.
Instead I shrugged my shoulder and he moved on to better questions. "Brother why did we not hear glass break?"
I told him something I learn in Englewood after the drive by I had last time. gun shots don't break glass. Its not like throwing a rock at glass. This is a fast bullet that does not shatter anything. I gave an example of the silk drapes in my living room who were affected by the bullet when I assumed it would just brush it aside.
My landlord gave me smile and compliment for educating him on this issue. The man who rescued me and took me out the warzone actually just discovered his new tenant is war vet who can assist him in HIS OWN WARZONE.
We started trying to intellectualize the savage shoot out.
He said maybe they just were playing around. I said why didn't we just peak out the window to learn more.
HE LAUGHED and said we both turn to bitches and dropped to the floor. I said yeah aint that something.
He said was that a drive by? I said NO BROTHER we heard 6 shots and a FAST BREATHING foot moving person RUNNING away.
They either SHOT someone or they SHOT into someone's house. I explained to him just like I told you in chapter one, THOSE ARE GUNSHOTS and THAT WAS NOT FIRECRACKERS.
So ladies and gentleman here are the facts. When I lived at 75 union from Feb to June I NEVER heard gun shots. Only in July did the War make its debut. 5 MONTHS OF PEACE
And now I moved here 3 weeks ago assuming this was peace. this aint mayberry because in 3 weeks I AM BACK TO THE BUNKER.
The good news is I think the fortifications of this property and elevated platform from which I live will ensure my safety and we should be able to keep reporting the madness.
Don't expect a quote from the Suntimes, Tribune, Chicago Defender. they only report deaths not attempted urban terrorism.
I need more details.
I dont have a CLUE who the shooter is. I can't eavesdrop on my hispanic neighbors nor comprehend what they would say about this gun shooter. All I know is I have strong feeling last night was just foreplay with the gangbangers and evil side of mankind.

WarZone part 16; BREAKING NEWS Inmate/mother Says to Warzone author STOP COMPLAINING!

2008-08-20T15:13:00.000-07:00

WarZone part 16: Breaking News Mom tells Author QUIT COMPLAINING!
By Prince Akbar & Lajuana Lampkins
Ladies and gentlemen we apoligize for not having for the part 16 in depth analysis of profitable business and industries in the ghetto that are unseen, because we have some breaking news.
For the first time, a reader of the series has spoken up and issued a biting and passionate plea to the author TO PUT A SOCK IN IT.
This reader, reporting live from Inside the Ghetto Concentration Camp Lincoln Correctional Center where she has been living in real oppression surroundings she is inmate number N37334 and she has issued the most moving retort in response to the complaints and charges of oppression the Author has waged on America.
So to any and all haters, skeptics and those who have been offended we present to you this blogs first letter to the editor FROM HIS OWN MOTHER.
August 2008
From Lajuana Lampkins N37334
PO Box 549 (2-b-8-9)
Lincoln ILL 62656
MOM's First Blog
Ladies and gentlemen I am entering this new civilization through my son's assistance, as though I'm being reborn.
I entered prison in 1982, and it's now "2008", I never had a cellphone, touched a DVD or a CD, or played on the station games, this is my first "blog" and so I emerge from the primitive to the modern day with baby steps as my mighty highly educated children and grandchildren teach me this new way of "life."
I read my sons blogs Warzone part 6, THIS is deathrow, and I shared it with Jacqueline, a older lady 55yrs, who lost two sons' in black on black crime incidents, it helped to see her burst to tears in laughter while reading certain parts of my sons's blog about Harold's Chicken Shack, (WarZone part 7: Sadaam Got the Noose, I got the Number 2).
To see his writing could bring such joy, laughter to tears, and smile to a mother who already lost two loving sons to Ghetto warfare, was something I wanted him to feel proud about. Not that we don't take his writings serious but his humor is so delightful even in expressing serious life issues.
While I agree, with my son about the hardship of ghettoism, I feel society has become too push button "LAZY", after all while he complains about greasy friend chicken, fast food, pushing a button, intercom services, and vending machines, he fails to see days like "today" in prison we had GOO LAUSH Oh!(????)
I didn't go, im here sipping on a cup of coffee, I missed breakfast because the lady who sleep not a good two feet from me, as though were on a slaveship "packed", she had the motor of her fan and it's cold air blowing to a point I had to "bunker down" under covers and fully clothed in a extra sweatshirt, hat gloves, because although she too is beneath covers blowing "cold air" it affects me to be forced to "bunker down" when I had plans to "study".
My son complained about Harolds Greasy Chicken, my associate stated "we want some "greasy chicken", after yesterday's dinner consisted of frozen old bolony with ICE still on it, and two stale hard cookies that had been in storage over a year, "please", people in society have "choices" we don't.
He complained he has no stove or refridgerator, yet neither do we "in prison", but thats where you learn to make and invent ways to survive verses blame the landlord who gave you a place, but has to get you a stoveand refridgerator. HE SAVED HIS LIFE where bullets were flying through his window, so who cares about a stove or refridgerator when you "off the frontline."
In prison we purchase a $20 hot pot, you can buy a hot plate, a cheap microwave, a hot pot, and cook up Thanksgiving if you choose, Get a cooler and purchase a few bags of ice, keep things cool, and go buy foods that are precooked, tuna/crackers, peanut butter, jelly, bread, juices, oatmeal, grits, soups, salads, fruits, a whole case of noodles, you can buy cooking oil, butter, fry noodles, seasonings, purchase some veggies, onions celery, tomatoes, chop up and create various tasty dishes of noodles.
The money you spend on fast foods, pushing a button, risking being robbed and stalked as you purchase foods, risking your health, not knowing if people washed ther hands, coughed, or even were bleeding and had HIV or hepatitis-ABC this could be changed in society where a person has options and doesn't have to depend on fast foods services.
In prison we use to take a heating pad, fill up a bottle of water, wrap the bottle in the heating pad, wrap a towel around it to absorb the heat "int the bottle", plug it up in a hour--BAM! We got hot water for our coffee, noodles or to warm up our Oatmeal, grits, tea coco, or we'd use the dryer for a precooked bag of chilli, roast beef, or packaged meat, let it toss around in the dryer---BAM! You got hot food, "I never tried "that" one, or they'd "geek" thier hot pots, our hot pots only get to a certain temperature, but the women know how to "change it" up, "geek it", so it boils hotter, or fries, so in society you could get hot pots already "charged", less than $20, and a person could easily make a safe decent meal.
But people in society have grown spoiled for the easy way, "fast food", push button, vending machines, "ordering out, special delivery", they aren't from the generation of my parents, they'd GROW tomatoes, onions, greens, pick appleas, bake a apple pie, scrap up left overs' make a delicious "GOO LAUSH",
But prison taught me how to economize, survive, and be safer with the lesser of means, so if I were my son, I wouldnt waste alot of energy on what my landlord hasn't provided far as a refridgerator or a stove, when I could pick up a cooler/ice, and a hot pot, or hot plate, buy me a few skillets and a pot, utensils from a second handstore, and I could go to a supermarket spend $50 to $100 on foods I could cook, and monitor, I would buy my own utensils, and that energy would be put off into becoming my OWN HAROLDS!
I certainly am sitting here starving, tommorow is commissary day, so I won't get any "food" until tommorow, thank god my sister sent me a few dollars, but my son needs to understand as difficult as it is in society to live, its uncomparable to prison where you are LOCKED in a cell and depend on some guard to bring you a tray, that may appear so "coughed on" spit in, look so nasty, and smelly, you may not be able to even pick through it, and if you have no commissary-you "STARVE"!
So many prisoners take psychotrophic meds to sleep through "hunger pains", I can agree how dangerous it must be to go to a fast food open place, you never know who could assume you have "money" and rob or kill you, then how clean and sanitory was your food 'kept", then if its too greasy, or not what the artistry projected, thats enough to stress out "anyone", but in society you have "options" at least to survive on "how you eat" and what you eat.
I understand after 26 and a half years locked up in prison how society has grown more 'drug addicts' till the children are out there fending for "themselves," how drugs has become "another lazy way out" to make a dollar, and how violence has consumed the most innocent of people, but Id still rather be free and not trapped behind guns, gates, fenses, locks, bolts, like a dog.
I can appreciate being free "above all."
Thank you
Lajuana Lampkins mother of Prince Akbar author of the WarZone series.

WarZone part 15: The Catholic Gangbanger & The Black Judas

2008-08-19T20:27:00.000-07:00

For the last few chapters of the WarZone series we have seen me gangbang as a youth, then be rescued by the liberal multimillion dollar non for profit Maryville Academy, and we briefly touched on my fears about god me sending to this ghetto hell for not being a good Muslim.
Well there is much I have left out in my story, that needs to be filled in and I often don't feel I am doing justice to this mission revealing the truth about my Englewood community and my own journey that led me here.
For this chapter I would like to talk about a very special gang banger. I also would like to talk about the person who wanted to call 911 on him, and desired to help police arrest him and 'take him off the streets' but realized YOU CAN NOT CALL POLICE on a priest. You also can not call POLICE on the Department of Children and Family Services, DCFS.
Father John Smith of Maryville Academy between 1991 and 2006 did a lot for me. He also did something to me I have never been able to forgive myself over for not preventing and resisting. Father John Smith with a threat of not paying for my college education influenced me renouncing and rejecting Louis Farrakhan and the Islamic faith.
I stood firm as a Muslim for as long as I could, I fought many battles as a intellectual soldier for my faith and for my community. But when the chips were put on the table and the threat to continue taking out student loans and struggling in school because of money became real and painful, I voluntarily went to his office AS HE PREDICTED I WOULD and took my strong black afro centric fist and I unclenched it, reforming this symbol of resistance into something more fitting for a slave. The hands open gesture was more similar to the black bums then the black Muslims and Father Smith love it.
I don't even think I wore a suit and bowtie to that office that day when I went to beg Maryville's Father Smith to pay for my college. I think I dressed like a normal student and I also think that strong voice and confident tone I have used to win poetry contest and debates, was working hard to make sure I announce his name FATHER John Smith with the utmost dignity like a white man with power deserves.
Within 15 minutes of giving this cold evil man a spiritual blowjob more disgusting then any sexual act my mother may have given her customers to pay for our food and housing as a child, I left the office with a crisp new check of $14,000 to pay for that semester at Roosevelt University.
The good thing about spiritual blowjobs, unlike real blowjobs I see in pornography is that you don't have anything visible on your lips to wipe away or swallow. It’s all imaginary and unseen. You just tell a catholic your have ‘matured and aint got nothing to do with those crazy black MOSLEMS,’ and you ‘reject bigotry and intolerance’ and you SWALLOW your pride and try to ignore that smile from the Catholic priest as he seems to take delight in your emasculating fall from grace.
I am sure the last time Father John Smith had an orgasm, his face looked exactly the way it looked in that office when the mighty Prince Akbar rejected The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan. The best part of this story is that I just learned this week I was not the only young Muslim FATHER Smith attempted to extort a spiritual blowjob from. A young Hispanic former catholic gangbanger who converted to the Nation of Islam and recruited me also received a threat from Father Smith to have no money for college.
But unlike me brother Arturo said FUCK college and went about his own journey without Maryville's help. I later learned he went back to selling drugs and hustling and changed his life after Hurricane Katrina introduced him to enterprising Hispanics who RAN TO hurricane lands knowing the money and opportunity that reconstruction contracts would hold. When I spoke to bro Arturo and offered him advice to call Maryville and get some college classes paid for he reminded of what father told him and it brought me back to the truth I have tried to forget.
"Do you know what that devil told me bro Akbar? Do you know what that evil skunk ass cracker demon told me Akbar?" Arturo began a 1 minute rapid fire yelling of insulting vulgar adjectives to describe Father John Smith and he finally got to the point.
"He told me why should I pay for your college Arturo if you are going to follow Farrakhan?"
Arturo concluded this conversation of ours with that sentence as if to shut me up about boasting about the great benefit we had as orphans to have a non for profit with 140 million endowment on our contact list. I tried to reassure him Allah took care of Father John Smith and he got him fired and demoted, which in 2008 is true.
The new Governor of Illinois Rod Blagojevich pulled the state’s funding from Maryville and the press had published embarrassing stories about the Non for Profit that all seemed aimed at painting Father John Smith as a ego maniac administrator and his orphanage as a cess pool of corruption by the staff and the youth.
Soon Maryville lost all their black gold, or as human beings called us black orphans. We will learn more about Maryville’s ‘black gold’ in a future WarZone ?? chapter called “Investing in the NASblack stock index.”
Brother Arturo and I concluded our talk and he was optimistic about calling the new head at Maryville and getting some college or vocational training, especially since he would not have to give a spiritual blowjob to Smith like I did.
Smith might defend himself passionately if this WarZone blog reaches the mainstream and outgrows the 5 people who have read all chapters. He might say I and Arturo are lying and he might even reveal the crimes I committed during college to discredit me as a con man who says anything for money. I might lose lots of respect for him exposing my flaws, which he won’t admit seemed to grow after I rejected the black Muslims and kept my love of Farrakhan a secret.
Because I have read Sun Tzu’s Art of War and I love reading military strategy journals from the great minds at WestPoint, I will begin a ‘preemptive strike’ at Smith and officially SNITCH ON MYSELF telling you what I did and why I did it.
The truth is after I rejected the Nation of Islam that gangbanger who died upon coming to Maryville was resurrected. It should not shock people to learn gang members can die and be reborn because if Jesus died on the cross next to criminals what makes you think when he resurrected from the grave a few days later, those same criminals who got killed on the cross with him did not come back too?
The first semester I got $14,000 cash and I did what I thought I was supposed to do. I paid Roosevelt University and went to class. Then the next semester I asked for ‘little bit more for books and fees and what not. Then I discovered I could pad my book voucher with expensive books and resell them to students for a profit. THE GANGSTER was really cooking up schemes and this time after the black muslims taught me how to recruit and build a customer base by selling the Final Call I had no problem standing in front of Economic classes reselling those THICK ASS econ books that retail for over $100 for a crisp $50.
After a semester or two with the book hustle I started taking those thousand dollar checks written to Roosevelt for myself. I had joined a network marketing company called Equinox and decided if Bill Gates left Harvard to start Microsoft it makes sense to start my own business. So I asked Father Ryan who was Father Smith’s assistant and person I would need to talk to for more money, (Smith no longer needed to see me beg for money, he past my begging ass to his assistant) to start a business. They laughed and ignored me and blew me off and kept giving me big checks for college.
By this time they had promoted another black Muslim staff who was IN THE CLOSET. Terrell Muhammad or as the white staff at Maryville knew him Terrell Rogers had risen from staff member to some exec role at the non for profit. No other black person got this high at Father John Smiths plantation.
Terrell had met me after brother Arturo had help me become a muslim under Farrakhan. He was just hired by Maryville and I stuck out to him. Possibly because the ghetto youth he was staff over did evil things like poison his coffee with anti psychotic pills. When he saw me at 16 jogging around the orphanage with my star and crescent sweatshirt he knew I was a good FOI growing up. He instantly became my best friend and very often during the week as a teen I would go to his home and we would bond as Muslims.
As I grew older and went to college and Terrell rose as a exec at Maryville he always was my friend. He was in the next door office when I gave father smith that spiritual blowjob. I always wanted to believe he and no muslim saw me be hypocrite to get college cash but I am sure he knew. In fact his smiles and constant promises to hook me up if I needed anything makes me confident he gave his own spiritual blowjobs and was cool with the cash of his catholic trick.
Since I needed cash for my business I wondered could they write the checks to me? They couldn’t. One semester I just happen to drop a class and was told to pick up a check. I realized that by paying Roosevelt University the $14,000 check and then dropping all the classes in a few weeks, the University would pay me $14,000 minus some college fees and I could have enough to finance my business.
If your offended GOOD, this is what Gangsters Do. This is what black men do who leave the black Muslims and go back to the streets. This is what whores do and after that spiritual blowjob to Smith to get paid I only got worse ethically. Gangbangers we steal and commit savage crimes that boggle the mind of the victim and observer, read the last chapter of the WarZone from brother Malcolm X to be convinced of that. Since Father Smith destroyed the black Muslim who under Farrakhan was scolded for stealing anything I have to be honest with my readers to show them how I changed. Read the WarZone chapter asking is Englewood my HELL to learn my thoughts on he god will punish me for my crimes.
I remember one speech by Minister Farrakhan my first Saviors day seeing him where he told the audience while being surrounded by stern faced sharp dressed Fruit of Islam soldiers. “You see these men, (he pointed to FOI) these brothers could be sitting in a room with the finest heroin, the best cocaine, every drug and vice you can imagine. AND WE WON’T TOUCH IT.” And then as the Minister spoke the section of FOI he pointed too belted out a thunderous “YES SIR.” I was bought and sold right there. I was 16 but at the moment I saw black kings and royalty. I knew from that moment I wanted to be with that GANG.
That is what people don’t comprehend about Minister Farrakhan’s power. It is all given to him by the people. He does not pull teenagers in offices and tell them “if you want to go to college you got to ROLL with the Muslims.”
But after being a hypocrite and denouncing Farrakhan I became a cold person and a lover of business. Everything was about making that money, and making it big. I attended few mosque events, and even though I got a little rebel in me and debated anti Farrakhan types who just pissed me off when talking, I continued to scam Maryville for those checks.
I bought suits, and spent money on products to wholesale for profit. I went to long training seminars across 22 states in the years I was in that business MAKING NO MONEY OR PROFIT in Equinox International before the US government stopped the business from operating due to it being a pyramid scheme.
During my happy days era of Maryville cash I took lots of cab rides because at Maryville you could not drive or have a car. So all my life even to this day I don’t drive. Every time I got paid from Maryville and completed my Machiavellian money laundering scheme I took cabs EVERYWHERE. The cab was my ghetto limousine and some immigrants have nice tips from me from back then today to prove it. I am sure the legend of the black dude who gave good tips is big in the African and Arab cab driving immigrant community.
Soon I had to move to another state and I tried the scam at a new college. And this time the college called Maryville and exposed me. They found out because the letterhead I created, and the forged exec signature of TERRILL ROGERS I wrote down, did not look legit.
Father Smith was SHOCKED.
He could not believe such savage corruption from me, the once articulate, polite, and GOD FEARING “catholic” convert? Terrill Rogers was devastated and embarrassed. Father Smith asked him “ Is Prince on drugs” And the spook who sat by the door Terrill Rogers said nothing but “I don’t know.”
Of course, I knew what this exposure meant. No more cash for the business and possibly no more cash for college. I apologized went and eventually got a entry level job and forgot about Maryville for a few months. It hurt each time I saw Terrell because he now treated me like a nigger and not a black Muslim, as he should have done I guess. I was just like the other criminal from Maryville and we had more of those then college graduates.
Within a few months I decided I wanted to go back to school. I also realized the power of the spiritual blowjob and how I could give the Father another one. So I wrote a beautiful moving apology letter filled with quotes from the bible about prodigal sons and humans with flaws who mess up. And I asked this Catholic priest for FORGIVENESS. I pulled out my best puppy eyes and asked WHAT WOULD JESUS DO “FATHER?” As I expected, he accepted and restarted giving me checks for school, with the stern promise that any college who gets Maryville’s money will be forced to sign papers never giving me refunds. Thanks dad.
I had become a Judas to this Catholic. I was a black Judas. I sold him out for thousands of dollars of silver. I had become a Judas to Louis Farrakhan. I sold him out for thousands of dollars of silver. I was worse then a gang banger, I was a intelligent cold hearted mercenary.
Of course I know today Father Smith had his own money laundering scheme with this ‘orphans hustle’ he used to get hundreds of millions of dollars from rich people. I also know today that I was caught exploiting Maryville, but Smith has never and will never be caught.
Last I heard after the Maryville firing he went on to another Non for profit and is living just fine. I am sure somewhere there are more black youth giving this man spiritual blowjobs better than anything best selling author and former rap video model Superhead has performed.
The Catholic Gang Banger that I am snitching on right now, is probably making money off Englewood children of the Gangster Disciples collected by the state after drug raids. We learn details of this scam in the next chapter: WarZone part 16: Investing in the NASblack stock index.

WarZone part 14: Marvel Comics Presents "The Super Liberals"

2008-08-17T23:49:00.000-07:00

Look up in the sky? It's a bird....it's a plane.... NO it's a rich ass white dude bankrolled by the state to be the new baby daddy of the gang banger teenager young man we just learned has been UPS next day delivered from the home of a frustrated black foster mother. Father John Smith of Maryville Academy is about to find out what BROWN orphans can do for him.
I arrived on Maryville's huge professional lawned and maintained compound taking up much real estate in Des Plaines, feeling like royalty. Driving past huge on campus gymnasiums, chapels, and sprinkled throughout the facilities where giant individual homes the tour guide described as "community 2" residences where the long term orphans resided. My new home would be in a pentagon like shaped complex called "Community 1" the residences for short term care youth that Maryville would house and study before finding permanant housing for them.
This shit was like the X-Men.
You mean I can play basketball all year now instead of just summers like I did in Milwaukee when fighting among herds of ballers to get playing time on 1 of 4 hoops? Then on 2 places on the facility were outside basketball courts. While the case worker yapped her mouth about rules and regulations I imagined hours of dribbling practice and competition and became confident there is no way the NBA won't be announcing my name in the draft in a few years.
After coming from foster homes 90% of the time black and female and OLD, I was told there would be MULTIPLE guardians, sort of a dream team collection of professionals hired to manage my new life. My memory is limited but a few of these childcare workers still are fresh in my mind. The home I was sent to was called the Brennan Home. Named after a sharp 30 something, blond haired grad student who ran his home like a business. He smiled and gave me a tour of my clean bedroom and showed me the layout of the 10 bedroom complex.
It was like he had a MBA or something how professional he was, and how his staff worked effeciently as if this group home was Ford Moter Company, constructing and manufacturing assets to society.
They began telling me the legand of Father John Smith, a catholic who was once a talented NBA player who gave up life in the pros to become a priest. I did not know nothing about Catholicism, all I comprehended is he gave up the NBA to work for kids like me. Even though I thought the gang banger was dead I could not stop the ignorant thought that this man was better then my foster mother, even though her sacrifice to provide care while working a lower middle class labor intensive factory job was just noble as the priest.
Mr. Brennan then began taking my clothes and possessions to my room and introduced to my room mate. Another hopeless soul black orphan name Michael from Minnesota, who smiled back and went about playing video games.
I was told about responsibilities like chores, and explain how each week the chore chart is rotated. One week your handling bathroom cleanup the next kitchen or dining room and so on.
Then they shocked the shit out of me with some strange liberal invention called THE POINT SYSTEM. Which is a way to keep track of your positive and negative behaviors via the allocation of numical scores and charting of stats related to your actions in the home. HUH. The gang banger almost rose from the dead, and ran up out of their, but this place was surrounded by cemeteries and no 13 year old GD walks hardcore in a pitch black ghostville. We not that stupid.
I was given some examples by Dan Brennan hard working white female worker, Julie Green. Bubbly personality and totally clueless about the evil shit I did to my relatives and to strangers back in the ghetto, she explain how they use number allocation for positive and negative reinforcement.
"Bantu (my middle name) say for example you complete making your bed in the morning, and you pass morning inspection. You will get positive 1000 points to begin your day. Say you then take a shower and groom yourself, you will then get positive 1000 points for good hygiene. You will have 2000 total points. "
Huh Okay white lady.
Then say for example you eat break fast and you don't throw away and clean up after yourself making the person with dining room chores have to do more work then they should, that is a negative behavior and you will get negative 500 points, which then brings your 2000 positive points at the end of the day to 1500."
Huh white lady? Did you not see the report I skiped highschool often and I don't under stand math like that. That is what I wish I could of said, but all I did was knod as if I comprehended what she was talking about.
Dan sensed I did not understand it and he jumped in. Bantu you like basketball don't you? Of course Dan I said. Well we have point levels. Daily the lowest level and 4 other levels. The higher the level you are the more privilegs you have. The more points you earn the more closer you are to each level. Right now you have 0 points so you can't play basketball at the gym at night until you earn that privilege. So do your chores, and treat staff and youth with respect and you will soon have enough points to enjoy this whole campus. Understand?
Okay white dude. How many points do I need to make a phone call and ask my foster mother can I come home? This is like a gameshow, a seseme street video game just to go play pickup games?
Overtime I rose through the levels and I gained all the privileges you could ask for. My room mate Michael became a great friend, but he always never rose to the top levels like I did. One reason was because Michael would often get demoted for running away. He did not run away because he hated Maryville he just missed his black family in Minnesota.
I had no clue that some kids who arrived at this group home were there because the courts forced their families to give them up. They had no choice. Very few of the kids like me had parents who GAVE their children to the orphanage, and of those who fell in this category the majority were white kids. One young woman Carey, her white mother had terminial cancer and no one was alive to take care of her daughter. So she paid father smith to admit her daughter to live with 90% black and hispanic orphans.
Michael would often wait until night and pack his small bag, and climb out the window and began a LONG 10 mile walk to the El train. SOMETIMES IN THE WINTER. Take the train to downtown chicago and then to the Greyhound and then board the bus and go see his family. Father Smith was adement that he did not want this to be a prison. He told all youth this is OPEN door. You can leave whenever. He just warned us if you stay away for 14 days we have to give you back to the state and they have to find you new placement. He warned us of the long waiting list for orphans trying to get placed at Maryville.
Michael would come back to the orphanage usually with 1 or 2 days left, deal with point demotion to daily and work his back up, before repeating the process. I could not comprehend why do all that, but of course I must not have had the bond with a family like he did. Today I have heard of illegal immigrants who sneak in US, build up nest egg, and even sneak out to see their families just like Michael did. Then they sneak back in the US and repeat the cycle often risking everything they have just to see family. We were not immigrants, but US orphans.
That is problem with liberal social experiments like Maryville. As perfect as they are, if a solution is not affecting THE WHOLE FAMILY its point less. For example every Christmas middle class and upper class whites would gather in groups and Father Smith would assign to them homes on campus to adopt for christmas. I would be told by some white stranger to write a list of my top 10 desired gifts, and each christmas I would get it. Then take a phone call from my brother in Milwaukee, who is being good child to my foster mother, and he would not get anything of the sort. It made our relationship difficult and ultimately my brother asked to come live with me after observing my privileges.
Sometimes the gifts were really crazy from liberals. In once got this really light blue hand knitted skull cap. It was like a smurf hat I was sure to get a beat down if worn back to streets of milwaukee. I mean some of the orphans were really former gang members. I remember this family, gullibly gave my best friend Mike some pink rabbit pajamas. Similar to that funny movie that plays 24 hours each holiday A Christmas Story. Michael was almost demoted in points because he laughed his ass off. But even the staff when the white family left LAUGHED harder then him. He put on the outfit and modeled for Julie Green and all the orphans. Other showed off thier crazy gifts from those strange rich folks.
Today So many youth from Maryville today are locked in prison because they got spoiled by white liberals and catholics as chlidren only to go up back to depressed and poor families still fresh in bad habits and lifestyles. Back to families where every year you get what you hustle for because no strange donations come from those with more. Get spoiled with too much charity for 5 years straight and try going back to englewood. Its a culture shock. Bi Polar is a mental illness, not a financial lifestyle choice.
If I told you to take a dog out the wild and then train it and DOMESTICATE the dog, and then one day change your mind and drop that dog back in the wild. Do you know that dog would be killed by other dogs, or just nature because he can't live on his own anymore. As I sat in Englewood enduring those gun shots and drive bys and being clueless about what was going on, I often can't help myself but to think if I have become that domesticated dog.
Maryville killed the gangbanger and created a Cosby, but after state emancipation and my ending up back in the hood, I could of used the knowledge of the gangbanger and connections of the criminal to survive those streets especially if I had no ability to flee it. It is as if maryville's efforts to civilize me has put me in danger because I can't survive in a warzone. I noticed how every night their was a shooting in Englewood there were NO KIDS playing outside. Its as if that whole community knew each other and told everybody stay in the soldiers will battle tonight. You can't be transplanted to Maryville one year, and come back to a community like that and have the same network of contacts.
I don't dress the way I did back in Milwaukee. I don't favor the use of certain slang that I used to know and love speaking. I don't walk the same. Being in Englewood there is so much that Maryville and life in Des Plaines created that is hard to get rid of when trying to blend in Englewood. The domesticated dog can't do anything about the gang problem but call police, beg a old man for wisdom, and ultimately pray for charity to flee.

WarZone part 13: What if Englewood IS HELL?

2008-08-17T20:13:00.001-07:00

"The hustler, out there in the ghetto jungles, has less respect for the white power structure than any other Negro in North America. The ghetto hustler is internally restrained by nothing. He has no religion, no concept of morality, no civic responsiblity, no fear-nothing. To survive, he is out there constantly preying on others, probing for any human weakness like a ferret. The ghetto hustler is forever frustrated, restless, and anxious for some "action." Whatever he undertakes, he commits himself to it fully, absolutely."
From the Autobiography of Malcolm X by Alex Haley we get some of the wisedom and prophetic analysis of the gang banger and black criminal. I have been secluded at home at my own ghetto CENTCOM headquarters engrossed in books about criminals, rap songs about killers and socialogical based websites discussing their pathology.
I read Malcolm X as a child, and its amazing how back then his words when talking about WHITE FOLKS or the evils of America seem to sink in more then his words about black criminals. Today decades later I am reading his book with Clarence Thomas and Thomas Sowells eyes. Taking similar notes and paying just about the same attention Larry Elder and John McWhorter may have paid to his chapters on black savage behavior. I have not converted to being a black conservative, where untold riches lie from being paid handsomely as a commentator on Fox News, but I am unsettled by the less attractive traits I see black men and women embracing.
Then I swear to god I heard Bill Cosby's voice speak in my apartment telling me to read this next quote and put it on YOUTUBE.
"What makes the ghetto hustler yet more dangerous is his "glamor" image to the school dropout youth in the ghetto. There ghetto teenagers see the hell caught by thier parents struggling to get somewhere, or see that they have given up struggling in the prejudiced, intolerant white man's world. The ghetto teenager make up their own minds they would rather be like the hustlers whom they see dressed "sharp" and flashing money and displaying no respect for anybody or anything. So this ghetto youth become attracted to the hustlers worlds of dope, thievery, prostitution, and general crime and immorality."
From Chapter "Out" of Malcolm X's autobiograpy.
What would malcolm X say about the popularity of BET's 106 and park celebrating rappers who boast about criminal and immoral lifestyles? I am left with considering the idea that maybe this world I live in now is nothing but hell on earth.
Ladies and gentlemen today is Sunday, and I may not be at church or a mosque but I am thinking about god very deeply. I have been asking myself, and pondering the idea that maybe, just maybe my home in Englewood IS HELL ON EARTH.
Just think about that for a moment. Think about how silly that is to a reader living in Zimbabwe, or to a white person living under the boot of a powerful Russian soldier currently whipping the hell out of the Georgian military. I know there are worse places to live and certainly more ruthless regimes to be oppressed under the these black narcotic cartels and these racist Chicago Police officers who pretend to be fighting the problem. I know the grass is always greener on the other side, but I still ask myself what if Englewood is Hell on earth AND my own personal prison from which I have to experience burning hot judgement for some eternal sin I broke.
In literary pieces of history, brilliant activist like Malcolm X briefly discussed the hell on earth members of the Nation of Islam experienced after turning hypocrite and defecting from the NOI. Because I have not been a good, heavily involved registered black muslim under Farrakhan in over 5 to possibly 10 years I have been pondering if I am receiving divine judgement to be so close to dangerous and deadly enviroments.
The chapter "Saved" in Malcolm X does not give me comfort. Read how Malcolm X described his blood brother Reginalds fall from grace after leaving the muslims.
"When he was a muslim, he had been immaculate in his attire. But now, he wore things like a T Shirt, shabby looking trousers, and sneakers. I could see him on the way down. When he spoke, I heard him coldly. But I would listen. He was my blood brother.
Gradually, I saw the chastisement of Allah--what Christians would call "the curse"- come upon Reginald--and that anyone who challenged Elijah Muhammad would be chastised by Allah. In Islam we were taught that as long as one didnt know the truth, he lived in darkness. But once the truth was accepted, and recognized, he lived in light, and whoever would then go against it would be punished by Allah.
Mr. Muhammad taught that the five pointed star stands for justice, and also for the five senses of man. We were taught that Allah executes justice by working upon the five senses of those who rebel against his messenger, or against His truth. We were taught that this was Allah's way of letting Muslims know his sufficiency to defend his messenger against any and all opposition, as long as the messenger himself did deviate from the path of truth. We were taugh Allah turned the minds of any defectors into a turmoil. I thought truly that it was Allah doing this to my brother."
I later read in this powerful book Malcolm X that his brother later was sent to a mental institution. JUST LIKE I WAS briefly after my diagnosis of being Bi Polar in early 2003. Could this curse be real? Could I really be being punished by Allah god for drifting away from the powerful teachings of the black muslims? I don't have an answer to this right now, but everyday I think about it. I get angry though because it seems this powerful god that sends weak followers to insanity fails to share judgement with the gang bangers.
Consider Jay Z. A man who has confessed he once was a successful narcotics dealers. He made tens of thousands and once tried to secure a record deal by delivering a bag full of cash to Russell Simmons jewish business partner and Def Jam exec Lyor Cohen. Cohen rejected the bribe according to Jay Z and he was able to begin a rap career and leave his narcotic empire alone. I just read he sold hs RocaWear business for over 100 million, and just got signed to a Live Nation contract for another 100 million. To top off his blessings he has been romantically involved for years now to the beautiful black woman Beyonce.
Next to the story about the pedophile who won the lottery this year, the blessings of former Dope dealer Jay Z just make me question the existence of a god who uses his chastisment powers to drive Black Muslims insane. Should not someone who has hundreds of crack addict and thousands of wounded broken families behind his days as a poisen seller be spending his life in the psych wards right next to the weak follower of this God's religion?
Why am I cursed to be living 'hot area' (police told me this) dodging bullets during 'hot summers" in Englewood, and Jay Z is sitting in a hot tub with a naked hot sister in his penthouse?
Minister Farrakhan during his days as a calypso musician created a song called White man's heaven is a black man's hell." Not only is this hell I live in full of deadly bullets coming through my living room, but sarcastic proverbs like verses coming through my stereo.
In my world my mother is in prison for 60 years, my sister is serving 15, my brother has been dealing with his own chastisement, and at 31 I have priceless front row tickets to view the REAL WIRE Tv series. And contrary to HBO execs, this show aint being canceled because of the salary demands of the cast.

WarZone Part 12: Welcome To the GANGBANGER Autopsy

2008-08-15T18:04:00.000-07:00

Brothers and sisters, I think now is the time we gather our thoughts, and really appreciate this moment in time as we make history. For the first time in the warzone series, we have managed to have for examination the dead carcus and body of one of those evil gang bangers.
His worthless body sits before us, ready to be picked and prodded, studied and researched, and since we have been told by his relatives and close friends that they don't need his remains back, we can begin the ghetto autopsy of ME!
It might be shocking to learn that the author of the WarZone series, a college educated, so called black nationalist, lover of poetic prose and socratic debates from ages 10-13 was a baby gangster disciple. His crimes in comparison to the thugs that terrorize Englewood today were minor, but his victims would beg to differ on the lenient sentence layed down by the law after his capture.
Let's dig real deep into the young man's past back in the Miwaukee slums where a woman not even related by blood, religiously motivated and with a strong heart heard about a small family of 3 children orphaned by their mother. Watch that old black woman, and employee of Johnson Control battery manufacturing, ignore her hard long work schedule and convince the white social workers of Chicago to send the 2 youngest of those babies to live in her own.
This woman, Margurite Gillespie, a mother of 2 children herself, would in her near retirement age accept 2 new kids boldly embracing motherhood, since no one else stepped up. "We can't leave blood with those white folks, especially if we have rooms in our homes."
Now look at something weird transpire, the gang banger actually smiles at her kindness, acts beautifully respectful and even cleans up his room. He never had a room, and neither did his brother. They are the perfect children for years. Now que the horror music.
One day this foster parent helped this gang banger save up and buy a stereo. After months on lay a way the preferred method of financing for poor family's in the ghetto, the gangbanger is rewarded and oh so greatful for saving his allowance for the purchase. A strange thing happens to the foster mother, as this gang banger child starts listening more to the rhyming terrorist on the radio then the financier who help pay for the noise box.
Notice him repeating those 16's and hooks perfectly from memory of his new love NWA, ICE T, GHETTO BOYS. Notice his foster mothers complete lack of interest and gullible idea that "its just kids music" all youth go through it. Now fast forward to this gang bangers first naughty idea. his first criminal act and attempt to get paid. Notice how slick and confident he is when he cases the joint. the target, the PIGGY BANK of his little brother.
Shining with huge silver coins just begging to be taken to the hood candy store, where just one of those quarters get ghetto treats and tasty edible luxuries such as now laters and don't even mention the multiple cans of GRAPE soda. Look at the gang bangers mouth drool as he is spending his foolish little brothers loot EVEN before he would steal it. Notice his focus as he plots and plans AND FINALLY EXECUTES the caper to perfection.
Just like Eazy E told him.
Now watch the gang banger take his stolen loot back to the headquarters. Back home. the home his foster mother works overtime to afford. The home his brother lives in. The home where he discovered his first victim. Watch how happy is brother is to be offered by the gang banger a share of his desserts. The gang bangers is not ruthless, certainly the fool who paid for the merchandise deserves A FEW CANDIES.
Watch the smiling little brother thank his big brother, unaware those candies were paid for BY HIS ALLOWANCE. If you thought the white boys at enron invented the art of spending away someone's hard earn savings, YOU DID NOT meet this gang banger as a child.
Watch homeland security carry its first raid on the thug. The foster mother snooping around too much and having intell from common sense that this young idiot could not possibly have bought these goods legally. Watch the foster mother mentally calculate the value of said goods, and deduct the low ass contents of the criminals piggy bank account. Observe the foster mother put the IRS smackdown on this baby wesley snipes.
Observe the gang bangers attempts at defending his crime as something that did not happen. Dumb ass thug can't even afford a lawyer, he defending himself HORRIBLY. Watch his victim, his little brother slowly realize he has been eating HIS OWN BIKE SAVINGS. Watch the innocent eyes cry, the soul explode as he finally realizes MY BROTHER ROBBED ME.
Oh the horror brothers and sisters, the foster mother being the devout chrisitian she is suddenly suffers in silence knowing she just witnessed cain slay Able and these two young kids have no clue the biblical prophecy they have carried out. Watch the foster mother gather the stolen product, and throw it all in the trash. Watch the horror as CAN after CAN of perfectly digestable grape soda IS POURED DOWN THE SINK. The thug gang banger ignores the sight, his brother confused as fuck because now not only does he not have a bike he is trying to comprehend a foster mother punishing HIM for his brothers crimes.
Now fast forward to strike 2, because we all know gang bangers are repeat offenders. Watch this child mature into white collar criminal. No more theft of goods and eating out loot, its time he moved on to cold hard cash. Watch this gang banger ask himself where can I get the money to buy one of those flavor flav clocks at the african festival? And those hats, and those jerseys. I am too young to work AND DONT WANT TO.
BINGO I got it.
I can steal my foster mothers MORTGAGE cash, and if that aint enough I can steal her mentally challanged muslim sons disability checks. I cased his room before and noticed where he keeps his envelope. he crazy anyway so if they ask me if I took it, I will say he OFF HIS MEDS and lost his check. What about her? Well I got the perfect lie, I SAW MY BROTHER TAKE IT.
I scammed him before, so it should be easy to set that mark up.
Watch him carry out the heist to perfection, watch those asian retailers eyes bulge when he show up to pay for his BAGS of clothes with COLD CRISP bills. Immigrant fools assume this is drug money, please, I earned this money. I STOLE IT from my foster mother and uncle. I dont know about drug sales yet, that aint covered until freshman year.
Watch the foster mother lose hope. Watch her stop going to church. Watch the gang bangers grand father get tired of late night calls to come to the house and WHIP THIS little bad NIGGAs ass. Watch the foster mother get hopeless. And then watch after first weeks in highschool, the gang banger skip class and skip class and come home with A's.
Not the A's on a report card but juvenile ARREST records. Watch the old black woman come home from the factory and PLACE THAT CALL TO THE WHITE FOLKS in chicago. COME GET THIS NIGGA. I CANT HELP HIM. Take him back.
Watch the white folks sigh in frustration. Watch him try to talk her into a little more money a month to make it easier. Watch her say the nigga gonna just steal that too. Watch the white social worker offer to give that thug a tough talk. Watch her go ahead with a smile on her face. Watch her call that gang banger. Listen to him get on the phone with the white man. You going to take me where? Fool do you know what I am? I am a gangster. I am a gangsta disciple. I dont need to stay in this house, my family the GDS got my back.
Watch the civilized white man, give up. Watch him cut the shit. See him turn George Bush and Don rumsfeld at Abu Graib. LOOK YOU LITTLE NIGGER I AM GOING TO SEND YOU TO A PLACE where they butt FUCK YOU. Watch the gangbanger turn bitch at the thought. Watch him fail to have a comeback. Watch him hangup and run out the house.
Foster mother have not seen gang banger in 2 week. Fast forward to the starving thug coming home weeks later. Watch him cry when his bags are packed, and the foster mother says hell no to his pleas to change. Watch him cry. then cry with even more cute. Cry's always work on old black ladies. Not this woman.
Watch the white man show up for to pick up the little nigga. Listen to the quiet ride for the whole trip. Read thoughts time! Okay, white man first. 'I am going to drop off negro youth look for placement, check on other 50 negro youth before turning in my report.'
Now listen to gang banger. 'I am going to get raped. Oh fuck I am going to get raped. I dont know no GD's in chicago. Fuck how do I jump out a moving car. Fuck I fucked up.
Watch gang banger sit in DCFS lobby for few days so scared he actually looks like he is a good kid. He actually appears to be well behaved.. Watch another white social worker, female strike a conversation. Watch the gang banger talk civilized. Watch the white woman promise to send him to a place that is heaven. Watch her promise all he needs to do is make his bed. He will love it. read his mind. 'If I act good I am going to a place they love me, no one is gonna butt fuck me at all.'
Welcome to Maryville Academy gangbanger. Watch the gang banger DIE.
This true story is brought to you the gang banger turn blogger and author of the WarZone series.

WarZone Part 11: Shhh The White Experts Is Talkin

2008-08-15T18:03:00.001-07:00

Ladies and Gentlemen not only is the War continuing right now as I write to you but the talking heads and experts are weighing in on the crime increases facing Englewood and Chicago. Before I report to you what two white experts in particular are sharing about the crisis after strong research I figure I should first post their BIO's so no one thinks these two dudes are yapping off the mouth about shit they don't know.
First a man I now consider the Messiah and plan on stalking via email to probe for real Intell on this crisis is Professor John Hegedorn of the University of Illinois-Chicago's Great Cities Institute. Below is Bio....
John Hagedorn is an Associate Professor of Criminology, Law, and Justice and Senior Research Fellow at the University of Illinois-Chicago's Great Cities Institute. He has been studying gangs and violence for the past twenty years. He is the author of People & Folks: Gangs, Crime, and the Underclass in a Rustbelt City and co-editor of Female Gangs in America: Essays on girls, gangs, and gender. He is edited the recent Gangs in the Global City: Alternatives to Traditional Criminology. His forthcoming book, A World of Gangs: Armed Young Men and Gangsta Culture, will be released by the University of Minnesota Press in 2008.
Secondly, moving away from liberal academic messianic experts and on to conservative stone cold satanic businessman type experts is Robert Sheridan, CEO of Robert Sheridan and Partners, a real estate and development company in River Forest. below is his Bio....
Robert Sheridan, the firm's founder, was among the first proponents of apartment-to-condominium conversion back in the 1970s and has been a leader in the field since. His career includes a founding role and a co-chairmanship of the National Multi Housing Council.
Here are the two shocking quotes I read from these men that directly address the WarZone series stories about Englewood and crime in Chicago.
In the August 14, 2008 issue of the South Loop, Near West, and West Loop newspaper The Chicago Journal there is a powerful story entitled A Week of high Profile Crime by Micah Maidenberg. This story sort of scares the shit out of Chicago residents by recaping THE LATEST of many hig profile crimes. before I get to the many shocking incidents that have occured let's go directly to the quote Maidenberg has related to my LOVELY HOME Englewood and the gang expert professor.
"Residents of District 7, for example, in Englewood, coped with 1,400 violent incidents between January and June of this year. Some researchers of crime in Chicago believe the uptick in crime is due to public housing demolition, school closings and instability among poor populations in the city. Constant moving fuels conflict, argued John Hegedorn, a professor of criminal Justice at the University of Illinois Chicago.
Hagedorn acknowledged that violence levels tend to fluctuate, with some of it attributable to weather and other factors. And rates are still lower than they were 10 years ago, he said.
But a more important factor is the stability issue, which explains, Hagedorn said why crime rates never dropped as precipitously in Chicago as they did in New York.
(this following paragraph got my scared ass attention REAL QUICK)
"If you have a lot of movement of poor people and poor people and their kids are involved in gangs, adults are involved in the drug game, there is no free place you can move to," he said. "theres already somebody selling. And you don't move to white neighborhoods. There's no integration in this."
This is why I am confused when sharing my ghetto diaries on a majority black website blackvoices.com which has many Black middle class readers. There seems to be this arrogance that this problem I am livng and seeing is just affecting poor residents of Englewood, when this expert is telling you this shit is being spread among many black neighborhoods AND NOT IN WHITE communities. Why are folks so apathetic?
Very quickly if you want to read a book from a scholar who knows about Gangs and also about the gangs in the projects who have been scattered around the city now, go pick up Gang Leader for Day by Sudhir Venkatesh. This indian american student turn Columbia University Scholar infiltrated the gangster disciples street gang and thier strong hold in the projects, and in the end of his book when he recounted the lives of the residents post project demolition he had stories of residents moving and taking their drug selling enterprises with them to new communities. Very good read and I am re reading it to learn more about how these gangs thrive in the ghetto.
So now that white expert number 1 has educated us on what is behind the spike in crime let's move on to the business man and real estate expert being quoted in a small story entitled "Not all financial woes are created Equal." Written by CEO Robert Sheridan.
He begins his story discussing Indymac bank and its demise, and then talking about how Fannie and Freddie Mac not only are different cases of failure but more troubling evidence of declining home values. I almost fell asleep from his musings on the issue until the following paragraph bitch slaped my ass awake.
"We're in a cycle now in which housing declines already are greater than at any time since the Great Depression of the 30's. And we're not at the bottom yet. If you don't want to be disappointed by housing performance in the near term, disregard forecasts that the bottom is just around the corner---unless that corner is in Timbuktu. The bottom is NOT coming soon......
We will stay at the bottom for quite a while."
Remember this is the white man who pioneered the apartment to condominium products that largely destroyed the projects which has led to this increase in crime. He now tells those of you having trouble making mortgage payments and those of you owning homes in communities we just learned about being deteriored by narcotic and criminally thirtsy gangs THE BOTTOM aint here yet, and we will live on this bottom FOR SOME TIME. Throw all rosy forecast OUT THE WINDOW.
I think Chicago needs a very greedy and ruthlessly liberal class action attorney. We should should be suing the corporate real estate developers who took over the projects and displaced so many unprepared residents to our communties, and purposely failed to warn or aid these communities for the increases in drug wars, criminal elements and all other disfunctional by products of "shifting unstable poor folk" that only were displaced to make room for developer condo's and high real estate properties.

WarZone part 10: The Empire Strikes Back

2008-08-15T17:58:00.000-07:00

This is how I know this warzone series I have written was sent to me by God.
Everyday I begin it not desiring or even intending to write another chapter unless something happens that just bothers me so much, I feel it is my duty as a former journalism student to write about it.
Today was no different. I began another routine day of bartering and trading for profit, and two headlines published from chicago's diverse newspaper market smacked me in the face, and have been on my mind ALL DAY just begging to be discussed.
The first headline was from the bootleg Chicago Tribune newspaper the Red Eye, the cities media tabloid created to try to increase readers by dumbing down news and focusing on celeb centered news. On the cover was a Guardian Angel, and the angel was standing over the El Train, and the ghostly headline read "NIGHT RIDERS The CTA has a dark side after hours....."
The story was selling itself as some news to help transit users stay safe, and I expected to read some great horror stories about violence on the public transit trains and buses. I could not wait because I had lived and witnessed a few of my own and I was eager to learn about just how dangerous riding the train at night is because I almost never felt it was a good idea to be on them at night.
As I flipped through the pages to read and learn about violence on chicago public transit I noticed a 2nd story sure to be worthy of my WarZone blog. It was a profile of the new police commanders being promoted to deal with Chicago growing gang wars and increasing violence. I was both going to learn safety tips about riding the train at night AND ALSO get VIP access to chicago's pentagon elite homeland security operatives AKA the big wigs at Chicago Police Department, now led by former FBI man Jody Weis. Boy did these 2 stories not disappoint me.
First, the reporter Kyra Kyles seems to have been given 2 pages to tell her story about crime on the CTA at night, which is amazing considering this is the RedEye and they usually only give 2 or more pages to page 6 type celeb gossip. I mean miss Kyles got herself a front page story AND two whole pages to showcase her journalism skills and earn that comfortable reporting job I have no chance in hell of getting. Throughout the story I read paragraph after paragraph looking for real quotes from victims of crime, something to justify constant descriptions of how scary the public transit is, and all the way to the end NO FIRST PERSON description of any type of past experience.
The story claims it sent reporters undercover to ride the trains at night, and apparently they did not find anything newsworthy, but managed to get two good scary photo's of a black man reading a RED EYE, and a Guardian Angel standing around looking mean at passengers. The story then turns into a Fundraising plug by the thrifty and low budget Chicago Police friendly Guardian Angels, who not only confess how weak in man power they are but how lack of funding limits them to patroling only the trains at night because they can't afford the bus fair for ridng multiple Buses.
After bragging about the 50 member force the Guardian Angels employ Mike Fluentes head of the local chapter gets a loving compliment from the equally low man power having Chicago Police Force. "These guys are wonderful" said police Commander John Graeber."
Immediatly I started getting pissed because Minister Farrakhan's FOI have far greater numbers then 50 men, and have been patrolling and attempting to keep crime ridden areas (in communities not just EL Trains) for decades. I have never seen a police commander compliment the FOI or give them such respect as this rag tag group of vigilantes. But Kyra Kyles only has 2 pages to make a point and a long investigative story into the politics of community policing which could bring in Nation of Islam solutions and even ex Gang member community experts on crime prevention is asking this reporter to do to much. I mean this is a tabloid, beggers cant be choosy, and with newspaper readership declining so much we cant possibly expect Miss Kyles to report the whole story right?
IF I was paid by the Tribune to write a story on Subway crime at night, my report would begin with personal experience. In college some time ago I was riding the train home and I had a visible retail bag from a record store. A older male sat across from me and asked me what I bought. he smiled and looked friendly so I took out the CD, and showed him the gangster rap artist I purchased expecting him to give back the CD. he then began to open his duffle bag and extract 3 dusty and inferior bootleg mix cd's offering to give me 3 of those for that CD I purchased. I kindly said no thank you and that I like my cd better, and he then stopped smiling and said FUCK IT, I will keep yours then. Now the train was packed and I did not know what to do. So naturally I raised my voice stood up in a fighting stance and demanding my product. The older man who by now was looking more and more like a crack using street hustler stood up and we began fighting.
Being that I was not skilled in self defense beyond raising my voice and giving mean looks which always worked when debating black history with white liberals in college class, this street thug began to manhandle and rough me up. by the end of it, the train reached a stop, as horrified passengers (all male) looked in shock watching him get off train, take my CD, and leave me bloody and emasculated. I turned to look at a passenger and ask him to access my bloody eye and facial wounds for anything serious. He said it was just a bad cut above my eye, and then as if this was the perfect moment to make a sales pitch gave me his card promoting a martial arts facility he attends.
Now see how easy that was?
You have horror story worthy of headline CTA AFTER DARK, you have blood, and you even have some comic relief to reward the reader for reliving such a scary depressing experience. How do you write 2 pages and fail to do any of that and GET PAID for it???
The next story was really juicy.
It was a profile of the 4 police commanders Jody Weis head of Chicago Police just promoted to save residents like me from the growing violence. Keep in mind the Suntimes reported Chicago Police Supt. Jody Weis is the highest payed public official in Chicago. From this story we learn some interesting facts about how he is doing as the new chief. First we learn "Crime is up, arrests are down, and many citizens and police officers are concerned."
The RedEye profiled all 25 Police Commanders, and in one page they showed the profiles of 4.Three White commanders and a smiling black female police commander. Here is some of what was reported about them.
1.From the Chicago Lawn district, police commander John Kupczyk, it says his problem is that Homicides are up, and his strategy is flooding trouble spots and increasing Bike Patrols.
Keep in mind while I was living in the warzone Englewood I never ONCE saw a bike patrol at night when the war was the most intense. And the only time I saw a police flood of response is AFTER THE SHOOTING when the bodies are wounded and have called for ambulance.
Kupczyk says to the redeye he is noticing shifts in gang turf as competing gangs vie for turf, (we learned that in warzone part 3 intell from the old black man across the street from my house) leading to more violence. the Redeye says John plans to tackle high crime areas with "traditional, old school, tactics" AKA shit they done in the past that did not work.
Next they profile the sistah. Commander Lillie Crump Hales, it says in her district the problem is Youth Violence, and she has a strategy of school programs.
Mrs. Hales successfully organized a "march" (black man and woman's expertise we will march in a minute to solve a problem) In this 'march' the kids from one school had to shake hands with the other school, which later ended with a all day forum in which both schools worked on "conflict resolution exercises." I wonder did they have mock scenerios where teenager A has conflict with teenager B because they can't seem to agree on who's terroritory is who's to distribute thier narcotics. Did they teach the youths how to flip coins or thumb wrestle instead of drive by shoot their competitor to secure firm terroritory for the marketing of narcotics?
These police seem to be clueless about the reasons folks shoot opposing gang members. It furthur says this commander plans ..ing after school programs in public parks for children and teach them how to play chess.
THIS IS THE COMMANDER for fucks sake. Fighting gun using violent criminal youth by teaching the terrorist how to play chess???? Mrs. Hales is a 21 year department vet, who had considered retireing before Weis promoted her. She brags toward the end "I am not feeling pressured here."
As a reporter living in the warzone I am comforted by police commanders not feeling pressured to clean up the terrorist that have me blogging in my bathtub to avoid stray bullets. Obviously this commander projects if I can survive a few more days, I will be learning Chess Moves from the ghetto's former Scarface turn Bobby Fisher.
Next in white yuppie land is the police commander of Jefferson Park. Anthony Riccio, his problem is gang activity, and his strategy to fight it is technology to control graffiti and property crimes.
In this profile we learn the gangs are expanding to areas none existed. Mr. Riccio has employed the computer savvy ness of a lieutinant to start a software program that "tracks graffiti." This technology enables police to locate a gang member caught tagging homes if they are caught in the datebase for making similar drawings. The commander believes this helps police monitor gang trends and know which gangs are moving into new areas where the violence might follow.
What this nerdy ass james bond computer gadget does to FIGHT graffiti is BEYOND MY BOURGIE COLORED MIND, but the commander is excited. he even has more projects to create grocery store mini videos giving residents tips on "making yourself less attractive to criminals." I have a tip for jefferson Park's police commander. How about the residents just purchase Chicago Police uniforms and every body show a badge showing thier expertise on graffiti software. That should scare the shit out of any gang expanding their criminal franshise to a community.
Finally We move on to Rogers Park the former home I shared with my mentor. this commander is Steve Caluris, his main problem is loitering, and his solution or strategy is routine traffic stops.
Loitering is a kind way of saying folks are standing around waiting to buy drugs or do something illegal. At the Morse stop loiters I have seen are there asking you to buy crack, or buy ASS. Crackheads love this hangout and when I stayed in rogers park I tried to never hang out there at night.
Caluris is focused on problem buildings, targeting slum lords and people not keeping up their property, one of the main magnets of attracting the criminal element is ignoring the slum lord.
For more profiles of the men and women being paid to save my ass and poor residents asses from crime go to chicagotribune/commanders.
If you have any faith on how these 4 commanders and others are doing in the war against the gangs, please now open your Chicago Suntimes and read the story about the Blond white lady who just DIED after she and a off duty 23 year vet of the Chicago Police were attacked during a attempted ROBBERY in W. Garfield Park.
The story concludes with this shocking yet o so cliche comment. "It's actually quiet over here, said the victims next door neighbor Queen Townsend. " I've lived here 40 years and nothing like this has ever happened. It's kind of scary when someone gets shot."
Ladies and gentleman be on the lookout for WarZone Part1: Reporting Live from the WHITE SUBURBS!

WarZone part 9: Englewood's GreenZone

2008-08-15T17:57:00.001-07:00

Today I felt like Christopher Columbus. For nearly 2 weeks I have been tortured and abused by the harsh reality of living in an economically depressed neighborhood. Crafting essays detailing the frustration, anger and unhappiness that comes with spending one's days in Englewood.
Then, during a simple adventurous bus ride in a direction I was curious about and had plenty of spare time to travel and investigate I discovered the New World. Exactly 6 blocks down the street from 51st damon, I uncovered a shopping plaza!
Now I know many of you don't consider this a discovery. Perhaps some may even complain this news is unworthy of being important enough to be added to the Warzone series, but you are very wrong.
When I got off the bus, and discovered the Burger King franchise, clean and filled with chairs and tables for dining, I was at heaven. I felt guilty I did not dress in my sunday's best for the occasion. You see Harold's does not offer such amenities. Neither does the hispanic eatery with no name. I also before choosing Burger King passed up on KFC, Long John Silver, Subway, and Pizza Hut. At least 5 mainstream corporate, WHITE FOLKS fast food establishments free of the savagely insulting bullshit ghetto entreprenuers offer when open for 'bitness."
I strongly feel the Uncle Tom in America is misunderstood. The Oreo is one smart cookie. When you have the land of Inferiorty operating without protest in one location and 5 blocks later you get a taste of the real America, you begin to comprehend why sedition is SEXY, why Mr. and Mrs. Jones applaud Bill Cosby and Obama lecturing minorities to put up or shut up. I lived near the colored water fountain, and 5 blocks away was the white fountain. I was 'dranking' my ass off today.
The disparity between black own food chains and white own food chains was striking. And my trip to Englewoods Greenzone did not stop with food stores, but even extended to a type of business being destroyed by the stock market, BANKS.
It was so comical getting off that bus and observing ACROSS the street from this shopping plaza a slimy, blinking flashing light, CHECKS CASHED establishment just tempting the residents of the ghetto with more and more COLORED fountain refreshments. They even employed a man who spoke no english to hold a sign and point it at the high interest rate and financially ruthless banking franchise.
But right across the street I saw a light, and it was if Jesus spoke down from heaven, Yeh though I walk down the Valley of Currency Exchanges I shall fear no high interest rates for WASHINGTON MUTUAL BANK are with me. he leadth me beside free debit cards and restores my soul....
When you put a Washington Mutual on one corner, and the put a corrupt ass currency exchange on the other, how does the resident of the ghetto not make the right choice 100% of the time?
Outside of the financial institutions I witness giant food chains called Food4Less. Better then my usual shopping mecca Jewel. Then I was spoiled with a huge Big Box Burlington Factory, certainly offering more clothing options then my old storefront chinese clothing retailer on 79th Halsted. Then I discovered ValueCity, and it was not Walmart but damn this means I no longer need to travel miles and miles away 'downtown' to buy the basics.
All these are white own businesses.
All those inferior businesses I complained about in earlier chapters of the war zone series are minority owned. I am a black nationalist and I don't take pride in the fact my people who enter into business are not trying to prove we are equal by building equal business establishments. I mean is there any black owned or hispanic own BIG box retailer in the United States?I know Harold is a Franchise but what is the most successful minority franchise in the US? I am ashamed to not even be able to make an educated guess. If you know WRITE ME and enlighten me.
Now of course my revolutionary angel is on the other side of my shoulder, whispering how black and latino businessmen can't get loans these white firms have gotten (especially TODAY just ask Jim Cramer) and also how black and latino capitalist have difficulty going public (I think BET is the last black company I know that went public). I want to believe them, but what pisses me off is that the businesses in the ghetto have no excuse for such bad service as having vending machines that might or MIGHT NOT work. The white man is not forcing them to be so damn cheap and putting a gun to their head forcing them to sell bad products. This is a choice. Period.
This shopping center in Englewood's Greenzone was like heaven to me, and for once I understood what is like to be a immigrant coming to America from the third world. This is what makes sedition sexy? This is how you put fishnet stockings on freedom, and how you make Democracy Delicious. You just give the newcomer a taste of professional, clean, and diverse products and services. You employ people who smile and appreciate your business. You take down the thick ass bullet proof glass and hire a security guard, at least make people want to patronize your business and feel human as they eat, shop, or bank with you.
This was the greenzone without the bomb proof barriers. This was the green zone without checkpoints. The narco gangs do not control this shopping complex. (although I am sure they shop here probally more then law abiding citizens like myself).
Uncle Tom shops here, works here, and everyday he ignores the black nationalist advertisements offering new opportunities and new lands because 5 blocks in another direction is a black and latino business free from the masters rule and whip. And the contrast between the two lands is striking. No way in hell a human being foolishly leaves Mecca for the murder capital of the US.

WarZone Part 8: Dreams In the Midwest Baghdad

2008-08-15T17:56:00.000-07:00

Brothers and sisters last night after another stressful day of boring, routine day of hustling on the streets for survival, I fell asleep and had one of the most unique dreams about the future of my community and this war. All this passage I guess can considered fiction, but it really happened in my dreams and I think it deserves to be added to the warzone chapters.
Chapters 1-5 are intensely real and to the point, and chapters 6-7 were written free from urban warfare and danger so I guess that explains the brief increase in comedic prose. Perhaps being relocated to more safe and humane living quarters will make my Warzone dispatches less newsworthy and very impotent failing to get society to care about narcotic cartel controlled US real estate. It is not my intention to waste the readers time writing this series but to share a journal of ghetto realities until I rise in income to areas more safe.
How newsworthy would you consider a story from the NewYork times about US soldiers dreams during combat in Iraq? What does a man imagine at night while mortar shells explode around him during the day? Well I think it would be a historic and great idea for the editors of mainstream papers to report, and this is my own attempt to share what a resident of a violent ghetto dreams about at night.
As you know remembering every detail about dreams seems to increase in difficulty the longer one waits to describe the mental illusion so here I sit at 2:12am reporting my vision.
It began with me being invited to play basketball, my childhood favorite exercise and competitive activity. A close friend of mine and excellant shooting guard from my childhood days at the orphanage Robert Davis was with me, and some other black male friends I assume I should recall as Muslim FOI from my teenage days at the mosque. (very weird because I only played one pickup game with FOI at the Muhammad University during my 6 years in the mosque)
I arrived at a luxurious large private property.
Within this structure I was led to compete one the most beautiful basketball courts. NBA length and polished with wax to perfection quite similar to the huge gymnasion Maryville academy orphans were spoiled to have on campus. We had a great time competing and after our game we went down a lower level of the building for refreshments. Naturally I had brought my back of products I barter for profit during the day just as in my real life, and I discovered someone had stolen my bag and replaced it with inferior products. The properties staff apoligized and simply told me someone claiming to be my mother left that bag for me.
The next thing I remember I was back at the private property the next day. This time I recall the intense security with black muslims and the faces were all my real life past at the mosque. Clean shaven and atheletic the Fruit of Islam carried out their jobs with perfection, and after searching me to allow me entry I struck up a conversation with a guard I remember well from the mosque in real life. I told him about the theft, and he whispered something to his superior officer before taking me on a walk to the basketball courts.
This time as we walked my dreams gave me a glimpse into the services offered by the property. While he was telling me he recalls someone carrying my bag and was taking me to that person, he was also explaining what the muslims were doing to improve security at the compound. We passed a black muslim wireless phone retail shop, and we both smiled and acknowledge a man that I now recall from the mosque staff who handled the treasury and charity. After moving on I saw a huge internet lounge and dozens of computers for the residents of the compound. The place was a afrocentric mecca and not all the residents were black muslims, many appeared to be some of the faces of real life black homeless people and regular joes from my daytime sales route in downtown chicago. The contrast from the sharp haircut having muslim males and the unkept and groomed black males who I saw was striking.
What I remember next is waking up in a bedroom that looked like a high class hotel. It was very clean and the bed was large. Suddenly 6 muslim FOI charged in the room and surrounded my bed. I was so sleepy and determined to get more rest I ignored them, but they began to bark out orders for me to rise and start prayer, and a very tough daily exercise regiment.
I struggled to get up and defeat the laziness that in real life is all too real for me during the early morning hours. A side effect of the antipsychotic drug Geodon is drowsiness, which has hurt my ability to work alert from 9-5pm. This sleep problem is horrible because people sometimes see me drowsy and assume I am lazy.
The laziness that has affected my physique and my finances and also could totally be the blame for my living in impovished areas that are so violent. I remember the brothers pushing me as we jogged together, and passed other black men being barked at to complete push ups and sit ups. It was like a Islamic bootcamp for self improvement.
Sweating and exhausted I asked the men to take this to the basketball court for some games before we left to work. They agreed then another black muslim stopped us. He began telling us to physical activities were complete and to report to the private properties cafeteria for some healthy breakfast and nourishment for begining work. This is weird because in real life the black muslims encourage you pass on breakfast and eat one meal a day.
We walked to the cafeteria and more muslims could be seen pitching and promoting their own unique food stands. Some of them were promoting eastern breakfast eateries, and others african cuisine. I was attracted to one colorful fruit and vegetable section, and a brother who managed it introduced himself.
I said to him brother am I dreaming or is this real? Where is this place located and how much is the rent to stay here?
He looked around suspiciously and pulled me the side quite similar to every ghetto capitalist in my real life who has a deal so good law enforcement capture and arrest are part of the job.
He said brother NO this is a dream. I said but how was this created? How did the muslims get this money, and build this place?
He said brother one day the minister met a extremely rich man, he said it was a Rockerfeller. The man was impressed with the ministers rehab work with black males and black people and gave a donation that was largest anywhere. He told me the man promised the minister untold billions to succeed in his mission to reform our people.
I listened and suddenly I awoke in bed, depressed I was back in Englewood yet I was feeling very well rested. I thought it was about 5am but the clock said it was barely 2am.
I am sure I imagined this mental illusion because for some reason the black muslims always appear in my dreams and even my nightmares. I have not been to the mosque in about a couple years, but the effect of Louis Farrakhan's NOI is deep in my subconscious.
I also don't know why I imagine this donation from a Rockerfeller of all people. I guess it is because while a teen I read many left wing conspiracy type books which always seem to discuss the economic might of the Rockerfeller family.
Perhaps this vision today if it happened might come from one those billion dollar arab muslim soverign wealth funds or maybe even Bob Johnson should he rise higher on the forbes list and convert to the NOI under Farrakhan. I don't know but it felt good to mentally escape the ghetto and dream of living in a compound that addressed all the problems I am seeing right now today.
The black muslims keep coming back to my life and what is weird is I think it has something to do with the days I lived in my mothers womb. She often tells me that while she was pregnant with me she attended Elijah Muhammad's mosque and tried to convert to Islam. So told me she was not completely free of her shameful life as criminal activity and one day a muslim male she did not know told the mosque what she really did in real life. She left the mosque never to return and 4 years later she was arrested and began her 60 year prison term.
It took me about 15 years to find my way back to the mosque. Even before that I had embraced the muslim dietary law not to eat pork and would cause my fosters parents hell as I told them what my me and my muslim mother don't eat.
A movie and book about Malcolm X, and a powerful meeting with the muslim who was my mothers prison minister brought me there. Also a personal relationship with a hispanic FOI kind of sealed the deal on my decision to join them.
Today I can't seem to go back there. I want to, but I also don't because I hate how voiceless I feel as I being ordered to do this or that related to muslim goals and projects. I kind of drifted away as adulthood introduced a invisible dictator called RENT and BILLS and this invisible slave master gives me little time to follow the directions of black leaders like Farrakhan.

WarZone Part 7: Sadaam got the Noose, I got the Number 2

2008-08-15T17:55:00.002-07:00

People I realize you are successful, upwardly mobile, totally living Dr. King's dream and trying to spend your time digesting positive thoughts and things....I REALLY admire you guys for that...BUT I have to bother you once more with a couple more observations about life as it is lived by those in poverty.
This death by starvation shit is really bothering me. A couple observations about the GHETTO eatery and fast food establishment.
I WILL TAKE the number 2 LITERALLY.....
1. One of the strangest things I am trying to figure out is who is the man or woman behind some of these ghetto businesses and establishments that made it their lives mission to supply me with food and products locally in this hell hole? I know that the white saints at google are behind the technology that makes my online internet searches and research easy and enjoyable. I saw those 2 white boys on Oprah, they look passionate and completely sincere about thier purpose in life despite the congressional black caucus HECKLING them with what about the black community investigations.
I know and have read about Bill gates and his role in bringing to me Microsoft Word from which I rant helplessly trying to preserve my crazy thoughts about life. I have seen him on Oprah, even was not upset when he had his antitrust problem against the government. Bill Gates seems passionate, dedicated and completely sincere about his mission in life.
But will some reporter please help the residents of the ghetto SEE and read about the INSPIRING story of the founder of Harolds Chicken Shack. Certainly Forbes Magazine can spare 1 paragraph about the entreprenuer who is behind this mysterious franchise. I have to read an interview from him OR HER OR IT (totally could be some evil anti black aliens) explaining what he set out to accomplish by putting this FAST FOOD franchise in every hood in Chicago.
If I had a pistol and was willing to commit a grave crime worthy of getting my Million Man March creditials revoked I would force Bill Kurtis TO INVESTIGATE this franchise.
1. Find out from him why he creates a place to eat that has several "value meal" options that range from a Number 1,2,3,4,5 and the only thing that separates each meal is the numerical addition of WINGS. I can see how he saw Mcdonalds has a number 1, 2, 3 but certainly he knew the number 1 was the Big MAC, the number 2, was two cheese burgers, and the number 3 was a quarter pounder. Why at this mysterious food establishment do I have to say I want a Number 3 6 wings and fries, when the number 2 is basically 5 wings or number 1 is 3 wings? It seems like he did not think it through.
2. Why would you have a restaurant, or a FRANCHISE that clearly is not the same EVERYWHERE your brand is seen and located? I have tasted tasty wings from the ARAB harolds and now this Black Harolds and THIS IS TWO DAMN different food places. For one, the arab harolds has a wide selection of JUICES and cakes and ghetto deserts. The black harolds on 51st damon GOT A VENDING MACHINE with a kind note of warning that ALL PURCHASES are completely MY CHOICE and if I am not receiving what I paid for, THEY STORE IS NOT LEGALLY bound to reinburse me. I thought I was eating at a restaurant NOT GAMBLING.
3. I should ease up on the ghetto entreprenuer business man at Harolds. I mean chicken is a good product and they are experts in this cuisine. But why is it I strongly get the impression that if thier was a big reputable chicken wholesaler, from which all of chicago prefers to get their chicken produce, I DOUBT HARLOLDS is buying top of line produce. I am willing to bet the shit I digest from there comes from the BOOTLEG CHICKEN wholesaler. I have no proof, but the white folks at wholefoods telling me about naturally raised and organically fed chickens on thier shelves got to be shopping at the different farms those ghetto birds are raised that end up on Harold Chicken menues. I hope one of the first things President Obama does to reward the millions of poor blacks who consider him the messiah is launch a federal investigation into these ghetto eateries. if wants more black voters to help him reach a second term, he might want to help us learn more about the franchise MURDERING his base.
4. At the same time, I am confident that the accountants at Harold Chicken shack may be worthy of mockery when it comes to investing in healthy wholesalers of chickens, but they should be COMMENDING in investing in the finest most reliable BULLET PROOF technology. I am amazed at the enginering brilliance of the diverse creations for self defense EVERY HAROLDS employs. I notice a very clean and large compartment from which I deposit my hard earn money for their nasty ass food, and I notice a large very room SECURE compartment for returning my SHIT oops I mean food that will be shit eventually I guess, One thing I am disturbed about is how they lack a reliable INTERCOM or communications device that effectively helps their talented staff HEAR MY ORDER or basically alert them when I have been standing at the window WAITING TO BE SERVED. Certainly the Harold Chicken Shack research and developement departments can work on a 2015 bullet proof model that makes 2 way communication between the secure cashier and the scared as shit customer more effective.
5. Why Does Harolds use camera phone images of the MENU? When I got to mcdonalds and get my death on, I love how they INVEST in the pictures of the food. I agree its just as aesthically UGLY as Harolds, but the image of the food teases you with PRETTY MEALS your going to eat. The Big Mac has been modeled and visually manipulated by PROFESSIONAL photographers, and it truly makes my cheap ass meal FEEL legit. Why is it that the ghetto entreprenuer at Harolds serves me shit AND SHOWS ME SHITTY PICTURES reminding me of how horrible the food WILL look and taste? They take their menu pics with cheap cell phone cams. If your going to make my doctors visit unpleasant with food totally disqualifying for Hillary's free health care program, DAMN try to trick me. How am I going to retire off the class action lawsuit against fast food when I have to sit on the witness stand and explain how I was shown that PICTURE of that shit and I still voluntered to digest it. I can picture Johnny Cochran from the Grave turning the jury from me with IF HIS PANTS DONT FIT HE SHOULD NOT ATE OUR SHIT closing arguements.
I am not trying to be funny and if you laugh at any of this send a donation to my mother, because I am living ON DEATHROW and if the bullets from the gangmembers dont kill me, the 1 week old fried GREASE from the Harold's Business man of the YEAR will.

WarZone Part 6: THIS is Deathrow

2008-08-15T17:55:00.001-07:00

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am sadly back to report, THE WAR FUCKING CONTINUES.
After a very dramatic and completely honest and geniune attempt by me to CONCLUDE my depressing, and shocking diary of my life in a warzone, by writing a final 5th chapter called Cut'n and Run'n, I am back.
It seems I am cursed to report on this war for what I am confident will be my entire life. Unless I win the lottery, or marry a rich ass spoiled woman (of any damn race) who rescues me from the ghetto, this embarrassing diary about a hellhole will continue.
When you last heard from me I was celebrating being rescued by a good samaritan. A man I only was able to describe as a successful web entreprenuer, who has started to acquire some "nice real estate assets."
The good news this person got me out of englewood, America's midwest baghdad. The bad news is actually I am barely out of englewood and some would consider any address near 55th and damon ENGLEWOOD still. A couple of strange things have happened since I moved to this mirage of peace and tranquility that have me disturbed.
1. BYE BYE GANGSTA DISCIPLES HELLO MEXICAN MAFIA
This block I now live on is terroritory of the insane disciples, the saints, and various hispanic gangs. I admit I am not on the block of serious battles and gun fights, but I have been warned by buddies of mine to not be out in this area late at night or foolishly unaware. I have secured one of the best apartments of my life, and all I have to do to keep it is locate a room mate. Problem is my usual website I use to locate cool room mates aint working worth shit because when people see my address THEY SCARED AS SHIT to move here.
The only ones responding are nut cases. I even put a private message out to my brothers in the Nation of Islam that I needed room mates and would welcome some fellow revolutionaries in the NOI, and they not eager to join me in this area.
2. GOODBYE DRIVE BY BULLETS IN MY LIVING ROOM HELLO DRIVE BY HEART ATTACK INDUCING CUISINE
You know something amazing happens to you when you are forced to eat fast food for 2 weeks. On Day 1, A business calling itself Harold's Chicken Shack CHICAGO's BEST WINGS actually sounds legit. You see the smiling staff, and recall past trips there as normal and might even be excited about returning for some food. BUT 2 fucking weeks later that menu with all that fried disgusting looking shit starts to actually LOOK LIKE SHIT you should not be feeding yourself.
Has anyone ever saw a movie called They Live? Its about a alien conspiracy that is uncovered by a regular joe accidently discovering some sunglasses that show HOW SHIT REALLY IS GOING DOWN. Let's just say on day 14 of going to Harolds I looked at that menu and saw some serious ANTHRAX with fries and a soda shit going down.
In my new home area, there are exactly 2 local places to EAT. 1. is Harolds Chicken shack and the other is a mexican eatery with no name and no consistant hours of operation. I went there and ordered some taco's and if that shit was a beef taco, I don't know what the fuck Taco Bell serves.
There are 2 convenient stores. One owned by some arab dudes I overheard bragging about militant islamic websites (true story), and the other is by a quiet mexican dude. He says he been there for 13 years. DONT SPEAK A LICK OF ENGLISH. Both stores lack any type of real food. After 2 weeks of chips and generic soft drinks I fucking gave up and today its 5:36pm sat and all I have fed myself is a grape welches juice.
I know many of you just think this is overblown. But if you knew what I would have to do to eat something healthy, the many miles I would need to travel, the distant lands I would need to pack and prepare to go find food, you would understand why today, I am here to announce THE GHETTO IS FUCKING DEATH ROW.
I am ON FUCKING DEATH ROW.
All my life I thought I was free. I thought I followed the rules and was not a criminal. But all that is bullshit. Evidently while I was a sperm, I was a notorious criminal who raped and molested an innocent Egg. I was born and convicted for my crime and sentenced to life as a black man in a poor area. My attorney was so fucked up he still has not shown up in court to defend me. I am just as fucked as the arabs in CUBA, guilty of JUST BEING in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I am in prison, and my prison since birth has been poverty and lower class area codes.
Now I got spoiled because I was an orphan. You could say I was adopted by Brad and Angelina. I got sent to a white orphanage called Maryville and while there I got some serious Hollywood style exposure to how life SHOULD BE. When you go from roach infested, rat infested, gang infested, crime infested hell holes and in ONE DAY you shipped to the suburbs to good schools, healthy restaurants, and CIVILIZED life with white folks, you get arrogant.
10 years later after your black ass is grown and no longer a ward of the state and you got to take your black ass back to the ghetto your parents defeated ass abandoned you at, YOU GET TOTALLY shocked at how fucked up life really is for people who look like you.
This is FUCKING Death ROW.
I am sure the same food vendors who sell prisoners worthless products on their expensive ass commissary list, also supply ALL of poor chicago. If I was in jail I would not be foolish enough to expect a Whole Foods to offer me food, so why am I fucking shocked this hell hole of a zipcode lacks any healthy, and artery friendly places to feed my body? I am in prison. Stop fucking complaining about it, and expecting humane treatment from satan. THIS IS THE THIRD FUCKING WORLD.
3. GOOD BYE DRUG DEALING TEENAGERS HELLO 10pm at night MOBS OF PARENTLESS babies playing in street.
If I celebrated during week one how my block does not have drug dealers controlling it and terrorizing me, maybe I should of waited to expose how this new neighborhood is JUST AS dangerous.
Let me describe something to you that is like the twilight zone to me. All day I have peaked outside my window and looked at the street. Something weird can be seen there, and heard that confuses my bourgie college educated mind. WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN?Guys, all day NO KIDS playing in the street. NONE. No hide and go seek, no street foot ball. BUT.....
EXACTLY AT 10pm those same streets are going to look like RECESS at Chicago Public Schools. You would think Barney and the Powerrangers were making personal appearances on my block. ALL THE KIDS in the block come out to play AFTER DARK. Mon-Sun. I think the black kids have been genetically infected with roach genes. They seem to never play when kids play and their almost never is a a PARENT, a GROUP of parents, watching them.
If that is not proof that this block will soon be controlled by drug dealing black youth (I guess the crime lords have souls and won't recruit them to peddle death until they turn 10.) I dont know what is. I also notice that even though this block has both hispanic and black children, it is 100% black when the kids come out to raise hell and have fun at 10pm. NOT ONE hispanic kid joining the black kids. Hispanic residents here must be either REALLY ILLEGAL scared to send they kids out after dark because of INS paranoia or they must know something black families don't.
Now I don't think if I sent this to Mary Mitchell she would want to quote me and make this commentary newsworthy. Certainly any sentence of mine that starts with LAST NIGHT I SAW 25 ARMED BLACK MEN, will get a white newspapers editor's attention. But damn it I THINK LAST NIGHT I SAW 2 FAST FOOD RESTAURANTS in 2 miles, is newsworthy. I think LAST NIGHT I SAW 25 smiling happy ghetto 8-9 year olds cursing and playing tag at 10pm ON A MONDAY is newsworthy.
This is death row without the tasty delicious last meal and liberal priest trying to bring me closer to the God that has cursed me to live and die here.

WarZone Part 5: Cut'n & Run'n

2008-08-15T17:54:00.001-07:00

Today is Sunday, the lords day and man am I at peace.
Below this post are the beautiful pictures of my new 3 bed room apartment located high on the 2nd floor, surrounded by secure high gates, and even though this community on the southwest side does have a gang problem, this block is not controlled by them. There are no pockets of unemployed men, armed with guns, and full of rude behavior. There are no cowardly neighbors who never talk to police and are quick to be quiet because they have the hookup with the dopeman. Just peace. This is the last installment of my warzone series. A very good happy ending to a frustrating life altering experience I had while living in Englewood, a crime rich chicago neighborhood.
This morning I was tired. I was up all night packing my stuff in boxes. I was up looking out my window to see if any of the gang members were going to pay me a visit for snitching on them to the chicago suntimes. I was paranoid. I was sure death was coming my way, and that this would not have a good ending. Neighbors who I thought did not know me, stared at me. My camcorder captured some of the gun toting thugs but the image was horrible and not worth anything. Suddenly this week the mice in that apartment all of sudden stopped fearing me. They actually invaded my bed room WITH THE LIGHTS ON. I was typing my war zone blog and a mouse just PEAKED his head through my desk drawer as if to ask me HOW DA BLOG COMING HOMIE? I was jumping like a bitch and if Louis Farrakhan saw how scared I was of this tiny mouse he would of banned me from security.
My CUSTOMER secured a large van to make my move quick. My other CUSTOMER, an african who was one of my first clients when he worked at a telemarketing office, had started a internet business, and has grown succcessful. He is buying property left and right. It was him who read Mary Mitchells column, saw my name, and called me immediately offering me housing on one his beautful properties. He did not talk of any money or cost, he just said brother, I own a 2 flat, come move in the upper unit and get out that neighborhood. He had not seen me in 7 months. I offered to give him $400 even though the unit should be renting at $900. He said okay but I could of stayed here rent free until I found new place to live. God is great. I got here and loved it so much I asked him could I try to find a room mate and keep it. he said yes. I paid for an ad for a room mate in the suntimes, and on some free listing websites, and two people got excited from my pictures AND THEY ARE COMING TO SEE IT TOMMOROW. It looks like I will have a better place to live now then my old place AND my former friend's place who almost foreclosed before I saved him.
All this time I was regretting moving from a secure place to help a friend, all because it ended up with me in a crime ridden warzone. Then god blesses me with this place which is the best I have ever lived in.
The brother did not harrass me over my bad credit. I did not have to lie about working for a white man for however long because this brother was my customer. he has seen lines and lines of people buy from me. he knows I am drug free and a street wise hardworking hustler and will work hard to get what is mine. Today I reaped what I sown. today my seeds came to harvest. This was my reward for starting my own business and suffering through difficult sales seasons, and working hard to build something.
I called up the old black man in englewood to say good bye and thank him for giving me some intell. I learned the old black man was not only giving intell to me about the gangs, but that he also could have been getting intell about me TO THE GANGS.
He started the phone call asking me WHY AM I RECORDING THE GANGBANGERS? I was shocked he knew what I was doing. I thought I put my hand over the red light on the camcorder. I thought I turned off all the lights and was safe and hidden as I tried to catch them during the war terrorizing black people. but he sat in his chair from WAYYYY across the street from me and he claimed he could see me? Now I told him he did not see right, but right then and there I could tell if I would of stayed in that hell hole I would of been killed for snitching. if he could see me they could too.
I snitched to the newspaper and guess what the first thing I saw this morning as I was about to leave? Three squad cars quickly descended on the dope house. 2 white cops and a black one drew their pistols and said to the thugs GET YOUR ASSES ON YOUR STOMACH RIGHT NOW, and they search and arrested several dozen men. As I was driving off to a new place to live, some of the thugs were being driven off as well.
A black muslim friend of mine started making me feel depressed when he said 'brother you know what you are now to that community? "THE NEIGHBORHOOD SNITCH" brother', that is what you are. You should not have told that reporter what you did." I agreed with him just to get off the phone. I knew I was right but I dont have time to convince people from the hood how snitching can be a good thing. My friend heard me say I dont care about the gangs, someone has to speak up. He arrogantly said you do care about the gangs because they ran you out the hood. As if that made his point. I said to myself they did not run me out the hood, they ran me to the white man's police and white man's press.
This was a great experience. It was not as herioc as I wanted it to be. I wanted to show them terrorizing blacks, I wanted youtube to have images of the gangs and thier pistols. I failed. All I could do was describe what they were doing with my words, and even though people read that story and thought it was overblown, I succeeded in getting attention on this issue.
Now its back to growing my business. Its back to trying to turn 150 customers into 500 customers. It back to trying to get on my customers level who now is making enough money to buy property and give affordable housing to black people. The warzone diary IS DONE. The end.

WarZone Part 4: Big NIGGA's & Snitches

2008-08-15T17:53:00.002-07:00

Last night there was no shooting. I did see two men with long shot guns walking out my yard across the street where more groups of armed me were gathered. So far the gang member seem to be headquarters next door to my house, across the street to the left, then directly across the street and finally about 7 houses to the right of me across the street.
I was talking to a friend of mine in dallas about how weird it is all they wear is white tee shirts. He explained to me they do that to confuse police. If something happens all the police get for description is similar to what I described to the suntimes reporters. "black male with white t shirt." How effective is that description to aid police in arresting criminals? I wonder how do police counter something that simple and creative my the gangs?
Yesterday I finally decided to get some intell directly from someone who should know exactly why this war is happening and if it will last all summer. Since reporters are quoting what I am writing I dont think it will be wise to use his real name, so I will call him Tez. Tez is a high level narcotics dealer. He owns a 2 flat two blocks from me. He drives several luxury automobiles. He wears furs in the winter and is always dressed to impress, and of course the ladies love him. He has a lawyer and he works front jobs only to protect himself from the IRS. Before this savagry happen to me, I used to respect tez. We met because he became one of my best customers for my business, always spending a good amount with me every week like clockwork. He used to encourage me to stay in business and grow it and would give me tips on success. I looked at him as a good guy.
Then I saw the savagery that exist from dealing drugs and although I know he is high up on the wholesale level, I now believe blood is on his well manicured hands.
I called him up and said "Yo tez, I need a favor man. Niggas are at war on my block, shotguns pistols you name it. I dont know anyone on this block and your the only one I know. Do you know anything about....
"Prince hold the fuck up man. I been living there all my life. I dont concern myself with that shit. I am a big nigga, and that gang shit is little nigga shit. Prince you are a big nigga. Dont concern yourself with that shit."
I said "sorry tez its just I am only one man, and these little niggas got guns and I dont know what to do. i figured you might know something since you live and know the area."
Tez concluded our talk saying he does not care what little niggas do as long as it aint affecting his block or house. He coldly ended the call with a fake promise to call me if he hears anything.
The call ended.
Keep in mind this tez guy who loves to remind me he's a big nigga once invited me in his home to play playstattion games with him and his "big nigga friends." He offered once to pay for his products bought from me with some nice big nigga weed of which I rejected telling him I have never done and dont wish to smoke drugs. This big nigga is so confident about himself he could not even help me learn more about the gangs that control a block 1 block from his house?
I started thinking about people like him. Every black person knows about this type.
Growing up the man who invested in my rap career was a high level narcotics dealer from mexico. I slept over his house. My middle school friends drove to see me in concerts this man financed and promoted. His sons were my best freinds. I never knew he was a drug dealer until one day in racine wisconsin during a road trip the ATF and the FBI surrounded his van with shot guns and because of the tinted windows they could not see him quickly give me a bag full of dope and put it in my pants. They tore his van up, they search everybody but the kids. And we escaped. We drove to a gas station and I gave him back his drugs. He rewarded me with a bootleg LA RAIDERS t shirt. His sons were embarrassed I learned the truth of his work. He was fronting as a corner store entreprenuer. He was a dope dealer.
I was on a black message board and black conservative poster nicknamed Nappyrhino admonished me and my block for tolerating drug dealers. He said this war is our fault because we dont call police. He bragged his neighborhood calls the police and are proud of it. Strangely I reminded him he confessed a month ago that he had a cousin who was good at selling narcotics and he did not call police, he even was proud the drug dealer started a home repair business and got out.
Just as nappy rhino did not snitch on his cousin, and I did not snitch on "the big nigga" tez, the single mothers who live at all four residence's do not snitch on the gang members and dealers who hang out on their properties.
These gang members are not occupiers using fear and terror to control the block, they are family members, customers, employers, and childhood friends of residences and the police have a tough job because snitching on them is so personal and difficult.
If I called police and gave them intell on tez, that would cost me about 1200 a year in cash and sales. It also could cost me a relationship with a potential investor in more business opportunities. You see tez is impressed with me and has offered to help me if I needed. I never took his offer but it was there.
If the single mother across the street snitches on the gang banger boyfriend, say good buy to grocery money and pamper money. If nappyrhino snitches on his cousin, the conservative might get depressed to be sending his relative to prison and he wont get any pride destroying his home repair business.
this is why drug dealing just grows and grows. The US often thinks asymetrical warfare is just about murder and terrorism, but drug dealers and gangs are practicing asymetrical warfare as well. One weed bag at a time, one crack bag at a time.

WarZone part 3: Intell

2008-08-15T17:53:00.001-07:00

Today I am here to report on the 3rd day of this war there was calm and peace. No gun shots. No wounded or killed. I began the day trying to get some intell on this crisis. The second night I probed 5 officers for intell and they knew jack shit.This time I took matters into my own hands. Being that some of the shooters like to gather next door to my house and talk on the porch, I camped out by my front window and eavesdropped on the gangbangers. One of them, I dont know if he was a leader or someone with rank was counciling some of the foot soldiers on last nights battle. Obviously morale was low because one of the foot soldiers was shot and wounded. he was saying to them his philosphy on community invasions and retelling the soldiers some of his experience in repelling enemies. They drank beer and listened attentively, as if this man was a professor of nuclear physics. My window was up just a bit and I could not understand much of his talk so I gave up after 30 minutes of not learning anything about this war. I finally left the house to run some errons, and I quickly scanned the bullet hole in my window and damage in my front yard. An old black man looked at me across the street and knodded his head. I immediately walked across the street and introduced myself to this man. I moved here in february and my philosphy was to ignore the residents because I did not want people in my business or in my home. I thought this would prevent break ins and danger. Today I was out to get intell and this old black man had it. he sits on his porch and told me he saw everything the last 2 days. he agreed with me that this shit was like a movie or something. He told me he has lived here for 14 years. said this is worse he ever seen it. He told me the history of my house/apartment. First he confirmed what I suspected. This area is controlled by the gangster disciple gang. I was shocked to learn my apartment has always been vacant and the gang bangers used to use it to store their narcotics. This must be why they are always in my yard or why they preferred to use the side of it as shooting obstacle or defensively shooting. he told me that the war is happening because the GD's got into it with the vice lords, a rival gang a FEW BLOCKS away. I dont know what got into it means. did they fight over women, over change in block control? I have no fucking clue. All this time I always thought thr GD's controlled the south side of chicago and the vice lords the west side. the old man told me some areas of the south are under vice lord contrl and some gd. it changes each block. Amazing how lack of intell almost killed me. I had to leave and meet a client downtown so I got the old man's number and promised to call him later to talk more. My appointment kept me downtown until after dark and my client offered to take me home. My client was white and I was so worried he would drive up to my house during a shoot out, I called the old man to confirm nothing was jumping off. he told me it was quiet and all was fine.Day 4 was quiet but an hour into the night I heard 2 gunshots. This time no bullets came through my window. I desparately need more intell on this block. I cant get it from police and the old man only knows so much. I wonder how could I infiltrate the gang in this block and at least be on speaking terms with them to know or be warned when shit is jumping off. I also would like to learn if the people shooting from the side of my house are defending the block or enemies? I dont think the first people I want arrested should be those defending the block from invasion.

WarZone Part 2: Casualties

2008-08-15T17:51:00.000-07:00

Tonight the war continued. I am here to report the first casualty I have witnessed since it has came to my attention. A black teen male was shot in the knee NEXT DOOR. Unlike last night house to house battle between these gangs, it was a quick drive by. I heard 6 shots. I called the police and when things appeared calm walked from out of my baracaded room. I discovered one of the bullets intended for the gang bangers came through my window. Once again they cant shoot worth shit. It went through one of my dining room chairs, and into the kitchen wall. The irony is that as I reported in the first thread my plan was to video tape some of this war from that SAME WINDOW tonight. The exact spot I intended to sit and capture it was where the bullet came. the reason I was not there is because I could not find my camcorders battery and I decided to try another time. Thank god I just turned the lights out and stayed in my room. Unlike last night the police responding with one ignorant cop who was singing superman, the police responded in force. about 10 squad cars. This time I invited them inside to see the bullet damage and I spoke to abourt 5 cops about what I am seeing. I tried to pry them for some intell on this war. What do they know? They knew nothing and one of them just advised me to move because this area is a hot area. They gave me a damage report for insurance. they left the bullet hole alone and after I showed them the main house of the violence they left. Today despite the savage battle that took place last night I noticed how festive the neighborhood was. Nobody was discussing the war and it was if nothing happen. Cars blasted rap music, babies rode bikes, and guys flirted with young women as if this was the taste of chicago. I have not left the house all day. Wil this victory by these mysterious outside gang forces be enough to stop the battle on this block? will these gang bangers go on the offensive and drive TO SOME OTHER block? Will the neighborhood pay more attention to my house and me because officer after officer was coming in my house talking to me? I don't know, but for another night I learned more about the savagery I formerly thought was overblown and reformable.

WarZone Part 1: Reporting Live From Chicago's Warzone

2008-08-15T17:48:00.000-07:00

Last night about 25 armed black young men took over my neighborhood. After hearing one two many firecrackers, I finally admitted I actually heard gunshots. Arrogantly I assumed this was a drive by shooting, and kept my lights on walking confidently to peak out the window to see if anything was really worth calling the police over.I saw a black man with a 12 gage shot gun running directly to my house and taking a shooting position on the side of it. I looked across the street and 5 black men pointed guns toward my house and flashes of light popped out in spurts as they exchanged gunfire TOWARD MY FUCKING HOUSE. Where these bullets were going I DONT KNOW. I heard no glass break, I saw not one body shot up, all I saw was a empty street, no children, and it seemed every black man outside had a pistol and white tee shirt engaged in battle.One hour before all this I was downtown chicago watching batman, which left me not entertained but scarred shitless a criminal like the joker actually does exist and police of the chicago city are powerless against him.As I thought about that silly idea I left the theatre with a pocket full of my money from work that day. I did not want to take the bus home and even risk robbery so I hunted down 3 cabs for a ride. Each one let me drove a block, heard my address AND KICKED ME OUT. Then I got hopeless. The 4th one stopped for me. I showed the young arab driver a knot full of cash. I said look. "I am going to the southside of chicago, I have money, will you take me home or are you too scared? he agreed to take me home. He was kind. What if I would of went out to eat and ask for a ride home ONE HOUR LATER. How the fuck could I drive home get out the cab and say PARDON MR GANGBANGER CAN YOU STOP THE WAR for me to safely go in my home and bunker down?Black criminals are warlords. They control my block. Nobody can do anything. I called police 3 times. They have a nice fancy giant headquarter building 7 blocks from the warzone. I saw one squad car respond 30 minutes after the shootout. This white cop was on the loud speaker of his car, and he was singing the superman song and laughing. Fucking cop joking his ass to the battle 30 minutes late, and one car deep. I fucking told the police thier were at least 25 armed men engaged in a shootout. They dont fucking care.Jesse jackson cant do shit about this. Obama cant do shit. Farrakhan cant do shit. Bush cant do shit. In this community we are the mercy of the savage. I cant legally buy a gun because I have a mental illness called Bipolar. I cant depend on police because then white cops dont give a fuck and the black cops I have no fucking clue why they have badges.The black gangbangers are so bold and cold and only concerned about drug territory, and power. There is only one solution but I dont think black america is willing to invest lives, money, and freedom for it. Why is Colin Powell, a decored military leader worthless to help the black community deal with its own terrorist? Does the white man's military teach anyone at all how to deal with urban terrorist IN AMERICA? The front page of my local paper said the mayor may ask for the national guard. Lots of speeches being made and threats thrown out. The niggas last night dont read the paper. They dont care about police. They sell dope for cash and kill anyone affecting decreased sales. This morning their are no news crews. No squad cars doing intense field investigations. I have no clue why last night got so out of hand. I cant ask my neighbor because I noticed when things calm down THE SHOOTERS met up NEXT DOOR and joked about the battle and discussed what they learned.White people may own guns but they are clueless about using them. When is the last time 25 armed young white men engaged in a shootout as boldly as this black criminals? I called my landlord who offered to do nothing but put up a fence. He did not apoligize for writing a ad on craigslist that truly described this property as a hangout for crackheads, shootout gang members, or anything to give me a clue about cheap rent IN A WARZONE.I cant move now. Its bunker down, sleep in the bathtub, and survive until daylight. I feel like I am Legend. So much evil when the lights go out. So hopeless. Sunday I have tickets to see Chris Rock. My concern now is deciding if it is worth it to go see him and come home so late at night. Are jokes worth coming home at midnight and meeting more gangbangers on the side of my house?Blacks are too much of cowards to unite and formed a armed rebellion against whites for our independence. Blacks are too much cowards to unite and use military experts OF OUR OWN RACE TO locate and kill black criminals. Why is it we wont use force to deal with force? Why? I hope I survive long enough to learn why and see the day when the good people of my race go on the offensive against the drug warlords who clearly seem to havinng the upperhand.