Happy kwanza 🙏🏾‼️UJIMA Has anyone been observing the Holiday. If so in what way have you participated ? I attended the Hyati Heritage Center opening festivities in the BULL CITY. There were several vendors & a relatively small but enthusiastic crowd. I purchased several items including 3 books: The Iceman Inheritance, The Isis Papers, The African Origin of Civilization.
Multiple NYPD officers are directed to Queens Center Mall during the 2021 Christmas holiday to enforce COVID vaccination proof mandates! They are taking people to jail where they will be around other people that potentially can infect them and the band plays on...
1, Critical Race theory being taught in schools being wrong because we have to spear white kids feelings. However we still see plenty of racist white kids reeking havoc on these schools. The parents of these little demon spawns are the only ones that are making a big issue of this because a overwhelming majority of White American society ( be they parents or law makers) do not want to have to look in the mirror or do any soul searching.
2, We also have white teachers that are showing their true colors in regards to race as well. We saw a rise in reports coming out during the start of this “plandemic” with teacher using racial slurs in regards to the black students. We can also point to the steady rise in police violence towards black citizens, mainly our teenagers.
3, The term “Critical Race Theory” itself should be offensive to even Black Americans because the word “theory” implies that the history of race in America is a speculation or a hypothesis. The history of race in this country is documented proof, indisputable facts, not theories.
The selective outrage behind this entire society is unbelievable. They’ll teach about the Jewish holocaust, LGBTQ ( wether we approve of it or not), and the so-called contributions of European immigrants. However, it’s wrong to enlighten the youth about all the black bodies and intellect that were perpetually abused while building this nation into a super-power. The stolen generational wealth and over two centuries of unpaid labor. I find this funny that all this noise is kicked up right at the same time the subject of reparations were brought to the forefront of the national conversation. Interesting 🧐
Just doing some web surfing and ran across a video. The video is a documentary filmed in New York to display the lifestyle for immigrants who came to America and to advertise to the people overseas to sway them to come to the U.S. The documentary was filmed in 1911. Its crazy because this is THE very first image of a Black Man on motion picture.
This shows just how ridiculous a lot of entities in Africa are. These Coons straight gave a White man the Afro-Latino Artist of the Year Award but that's not the bad part.
Login to view embedded media This coon says that the Afro-Latino Artist of the Year award is not about race but about a person in Latin America contributing to African music.
Europeans and Chinese dominating Africa makes so much sense nowadays. A lot of these people are pitiful/
What are the essential items that you carry when you're out & about every day? I like to travel light, so most days I only carry: - Cell phone (Samsung Galaxy S20) -Slim wallet -Pocket knife -Wired earbuds (on days when I travel by Metro) -Pistol (today's gun is a Ruger EC9S)
I actually can't believe people are this shallow and brain dead. The intention for the internet was mainly for information exchange not finding an identity. The energy these people put into trying to impress total strangers is nothing short of a mental illness, watching this girl is pure cringe, sad and eye opening. She will never have a healthy relationship and she'll never reach the level she feels she's entitled to. I personally don't know anyone like this or even close to being like this, do any of you know someone this bad?
This first video is of her on Dr. Phil after her IG got snatched. the second one is of her having a meltdown when her IG got snatched.
William Wilson RIGHTFULLY stood his ground against another bunch of these rabid race rats making an attempt on his life. While the "President" himself bombs children on the African Continent, and Rottenhouse gets coddled for premeditated murder as well as a MSM news tour, Americas fraudulent criminal "Justice" system is struggling to keep him in jail for lawfully defending himself against filthy terrorists! Let's MOVE to support him. We're always there for the victims murdered by the pigs, but this guy stood his ground and is STILL AROUND. Plus he's an upstanding guy–
If she is grinding like this on him in public then you know they are having sex. Think about how morally depraved these people are to do this at a work. But then these same clowns put on a uniform and police Black people.
I was just coming into my sexuality and there was this chick in my 7th Period class that I started crushing on. We would hang out at school and I would stay after to help her with her homework.
We would talk on the phone about different subjects for hours it was cool. I started digging her a lot and I thought I was on the path to a relationship….naaaaah. I told the homie I was going to make her my girl and he said:
“Naaaaaah. She crushing on so and so”
I said “what?!?!! I don’t believe that, we spend so much time together there’s no way.”
I don’t remember the particulars or how I came at her but I remember ending up In the friend zone with her. I had no idea what it was at the time and so I accepted the consolation prize and it felt like being stuck in the phantom zone.
Then one day at school I was with her and the dude she was crushing on walked by and I saw how she just melted. She would let that nigga smash in a heartbeat and at that point I got a cold hard dose of reality.
This nigga didn’t give two damns about her and she was gushing over him but there I was putting in all this time and effort and I got ZERO.This is when I really started to research simping and learned about the friend zone and I vowed that I would never be in it again.
I ended up cutting her off and I made the adjustments to my game. I made my intentions clear from the get go after that and I never let a woman use me as an emotional tampon.
This was written to TBA (The Black Authority). I'm attaching the files since there's too many characters for a single post! This is a lawsuit about a racist human trafficking done by the racist mob, and their pig cohorts. It's a lot of writing, so apologies to those of you who don't like to read (we all should remedy that). Amazingly HUGE liberal racist coverup in SF, NM. Ever wonder why they just started tryna blaming American Blacks for the beer plague? Or why they just up and started tryna blame American Blacks for "anti-asian hate"? The MSM is in their pocket. The final picture is from an MSM news story (Boston 25 News), yet in my hometown this happened– and there was nothing but crickets from MSM. AMAZING story (with proof).
'A racial explosion is more powerful than an atomic explosion...' – Malcom X
'What we do in life, echoes in Eternity.' - Maximus Decimus Meridius
For Travon Martin.
Chaos Theory.
What happens, society loses its' moral bearing?
When a people can't trust the veracity of its' rule?
What happens, when the social contract is broken?
Anarchy. Total contempt for the law.
It would seem the Nation has lost its' bearing...
PROLOGUE
After being racially harassed for months, a boy gets fired for “not smiling” to a customer. What does he do? He goes to the law. Or what is presumably so. He goes through official channels. He reports to EEOC. The result? Nothing. Nothing happens on a legal level, nothing happens on a societal level, nothing happens at all. The boy, heartbroken, resolves to move on in life. He purchases a new scooter for transportation, and sets about finding new employment. Sitting on his mother's patio, he uses the WiFi to search. Time passes, and he researches and fills out applications.
Each night as he leaves, he places his friend Lucatiel (Lulu), a small dog in his backpack, leaving of course, a hole to poke her head through. He then rides to his shed where, fending off the rats, in the bitter cold, he sleeps. This cycle repeats itself for over a week. Strangely, the boy, can't help but feel as though he's being watched, each time he enters and leaves his mother's complex.
One night as the boy parks his scooter, he notices an unfamiliar car waiting near his usual spot. He continues on to search for jobs, and the night progresses. He finishes and returns to his bike at half-past ten. Inside the unfamiliar car, there is an individual. The individual ignores the boy, and looks at his phone. He remains, and the boy leaves. The boy rides up out of the parking lot, then heads right.
He drives for a total of about twenty-eight seconds before onward, directly ahead of him, a car comes careening straight for him, on the wrong side of the road. Several seconds pass, before “what the -?!” The driver continues directly at him, almost... purposefully.
Swerving abruptly the boy on his bike is just barely able to avoid him, glancing a blow off the front-left corner of the car. In this moment, time is slowed for the boy and he's given a choice. Either he can roll, saving himself, yet risk the life of Lucatiel. Or he can land hard on himself and save his beloved friend.
The choice was obvious and easy.
CHAPTER ONE
Once the collision had ended, the boy gathered his senses. He was sitting on the ground, his scooter was nowhere in site. From the car that had hit him, a man came. Asking the boy if he was OK. The boy responds, “No. My leg is broken.”. Indeed, the leg had snapped off just above the knee.
Immediately, the boy struggled his backpack off to open it, fearing the worst...
God be praised:
His little Lulu was alive and well. Nothing else mattered.
It was only a few moments before first responders arrived and very expertly dealt with the situation. The boy arrived in the emergency room. He'd been strangely calm the entire time. He even suffered very little pain...
He thanked the EMT men and nurses that had transported him onto a new bed. In his eyes they were TV heroes.
His leg was a horribly deformed, though strangely the boy was amused...
It looked like an awkwardly bent hot dog...
Soon the time came to sedate the boy.
He was injected with Ketamine.
As he went under, his world became strange.
He couldn't think.
His mind was paralyzed.
Reality was frozen.
It was as though all the essence of his existence, his mind, his soul, were being pulled through a mixing straw...
Time froze.
He wondered... is this death..?
And all the while, vaguely in the background, a hideous, crunching, twisting sensation...
When the ordeal was over the boy slowly began to perceive correctly. Some time passed. After a night of sleep, the boy was brought to a new level. Here they would perform surgery to fix the leg. An interesting conversation unfolded between himself and one of the nurse technicians. At some point the conversation came to “there's too many people on the earth”... The boy was then brought, after some waiting into the operating room. The nurse technician had wheeled him in, and as the boy was being put under sedation a second time, he called out to the technician,
“when the zombie apocalypse begins, you're on my team..!”.
The boy slept. An instant later he awoke, and the surgery was complete.
The boy awoke to a surveillance nightmare.
The spies infiltrating his life were not exposed forthright. Slowly healing over time, the boy waited. Finally, after months of bed rest, crutches, opioids and stomach injections (most wonderful when one has an affinity for needles), he ventured back out into the world. Not ten minutes after he was off his crutches, when lo, the boy was intercepted en route to his front door by a... Karen.
She had the air of a desperate sports fan, who cheatingly jumps onto the field to help the goal-keep defend her team. “What's your name?” She demanded. The boy already knew. He knew what this meant. He responded flatly. “How do you spell it?” She demanded. Again he responded flatly and moved on. Here began a long campaign of incessant harassment, culminating in the defeat of low bigots, and possibly... the end of the world.
Wherever he would go, someone would follow. A security patrol, always pulling up wherever he might be. A police officer, always pulling up wherever he might be. An officer even approached the boy in his mother's car pointing a gun at his head. The boy was (very suspiciously) eating a snack. This carried on for months. His car was robbed of its' paperwork. When the boy called police, they refused to show up for two hours.
In the apartment, the woman continued basing her life off of the boy's actions, so he attempted to avoid her. She'd intercept him on the way into his front door, so he used the side door into the yard. When he did that, she then would “water her plants” just as he entered underneath her balcony. Eventually the boy found it easier to simply enter through his bedroom window. Having no means of harassment, she repeatedly clipped off the wire to the yard's gate-latch. On and on it went, as she reported him for petty, minor things.
One day the boy knocked over a stone tower of heavy stones that was placed near the path to his backyard gate. “HEY!” the woman roared from the top of her tyrannical tower. Storming out her door and down the stairs, she ordered, “pick that up!”.
“No thanks.” the boy responded.
“I will lynch you n****r!” she said.
The boy didn't bother with a response. Next it was her time to begin noise harassment within the apartment. Day in and day out, banging things around above his bedroom. She even “dropped” something so hard that a ceiling light bulb fell from its' fixture. As the boy attempted to enter from another end of the apartment, there too, he was intercepted by another Karen. “Poor Lulu”, she sneered as he walked by.
On and on, neighbors repeatedly harassed. Asking “do you live here?” in a look of mock concern for crime... Or whatever.
Soon it became time for the boy to purchase a new vehicle. Though, having been fed up with his towns' racist filth and bigotry, and, having suffered it intensely the past four years, he decided to have...
I just want to thank Jay for creating a space for the B1 family. I've enjoyed my time on the board interacting with everyone here. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I see this board being a hub for FBA and B1, I try to do my part in helping the board grow and I will continue to do so. I don't know Jay personally but I'm sure if we ever met I would dig his vibe. your a smart brotha and I really appreciate what you've created for us. thank you!
Here Tony explains how to get into crypto without losing your shirt. This good brother also is in heavy in real estate... something Nini and I want to get into. I trust this brother and have been following him for about 2 years on JewsTube.
If you listen to this nigga you are suspect. Time after time he says some of the most coon-worthy stuff. He is a anti-Black woman hating coon...who in high school said he was unique. Y'all better stop listening to King Zest.
Read our detailed write up on the life of Kevin Samuels.
Katie Bryant, Wright's mother, said she could "never forgive" former Brooklyn Center police officer Kim Potter, who was found guilty of first- and second-degree manslaughter charges Thursday.
"When they read first guilty my heart dropped and I let out a wail and buried my head in his chest. Tears of joy," said Bryant.
Now that this Race soldier is convicted how much time will she get? What satisfies me the most is she'll never be able to own a gun again, she is now a convicted criminal and that will follow her for the rest of her days. and she will be known as a murderer. I predict 10 years.
then this B*tch has the nerve to smile for her mugshot.
In case you CONFUSED as to who rock and roll BELONGS TO, or where it COMES from, or whether rock and funk are RELATED... Or you were on the FENCE about his GENIUS... MERRY XMAS.
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register. By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.