You meet three young ladies in their high school years and already, they have a plan mapped out for their future and are working hard to obtain it.  They seemed to be three girls who were friends, but not really friends.  But they stayed close throughout the years.  They each end up finding the men in their lives and from here you start to see their lives unravel.  I feel like any woman can connect with these character in some kind of way.  Gladys is in relationship where she finds herself being more of who she know she is.  Rhonda is a know it all who thinks she deserves everything with no moral compass. Shayla wants what she always dreamed about in a marriage.  You see these girls each getting what they want.  Later on in the future we see that the lives that these girls want are within their grasp.

Shayla married Titus who was all about her from day one and you see that their marriage really isn't what it seemed tobe.  Titus is not treating her like a wife and he has the worst reason why.Meanwhile, Shayla is venting to Rhonda about how messed up her marriage and you would think that this woman is her best friend and should be encouraging her to fight for her marriage and she does, but in her own messed up way.  Rhonda is crossing boundaries and thinking she has every right to do it but to me, I couldn't stand her.  Gladys is making moves of her own when she is invited to a party clear across town and meets the one man that she let get away.

You meet the characters in this book while they are coming out of relationships that ended horribly. Their relationships start with dating a person that is same race.  Tammy is through with black men altogether and for good reason.  She was the type of woman who looked past a man's demeanor and just fell in love with the man. Terrell is a genuinely nice guy who respects the gentleman's code, but when it comes to his racist girl, Tasha.  He just can't win so they break up and Terrell starts to think that he could have been missing out on something on the lighter side of life.  Now Penelope on the other hand is having no trouble in the relationship area because she is not in one, but you do see her reason why she loves black men and I got to say, it's very true.  I wasn't even going to argue with her about that.

Fast forward to nine months later and Tammy has done a complete move for a change of scenery.  Still swearing off men all together except for one.  She gets a phone call from her Mika with some bad news.  Terrell is loving the whole date outside his race things and I can't blame him.  After Tasha, I could see why.  You also see how each of these characters start to become connected to one another.

Yes, another Zane book.  You're right another one of her heart stopping, stomach clenching, hand clapping book.  I put this as another one of her legendary books that she wrote a long time ago.  I just don't think it gets enough credit where credit is due.  Next to the sorority, this book was another one that was pulled out of her infamous book Zane Sex Chronicles: Shattering the Myth.  I got to say, if she ever wants to pull from any more stories, feel free.  I will be the first one reading them.

This book takes us into the life of Jonquinette, Jon for short and she is suffering from dissociative identity disorder with a twist. If you read the excerpt at the beginning of the book, then you know what I mean.  You start off meeting Jon and see that she is a timid little thing who really keeps to herself.

Ok, so this book was the finale of all the Naughty series by Brenda Hampton and it didn't fail to excite me.  Instead of the book being titled Naughty and a number, the author took a different route and decided to call it Jaylin's World and it fit perfectly with the story.  The chapters don't all center on Jaylin, but the characters do and I have got to say, I am going to miss this little journey.  I mean, I have read all of the books and loved every single one of them, but no, there were no tears.  More like a round of applause for giving Jaylin, Scorpio, and Nokea the ending that they deserve.

So the book starts off a few years after the last one and Scorpio is married with two kids and her husband is not all that cracked up to be marriage material.  Scorpio accuses him of cheating on her and we don't know for sure whether he is or isn't.  They are on the road when this happens and they get into a bad accident that seems to have more of a major impact on her kids and everyone is rushed to the hospital.  If you missed out on what happened between her and Jaylin well, this is where you find out.  You also find out that she is still holding on to a secret that will soon come to light.

This book was interesting and really wasn't the type of book that I stop and read, so this was a first for me.  The book starts off really weird because I have no idea what's going on but, the next few pages make it pretty clear.  I never really  knew what I was in for, but I am very glad that I read it.  I felt like you were watching a young girl blossom into this strong independent woman.  Her family and the choices that she made really made her who she is.

You are introduced to Shae Byrts who is a young girl who is not living the good life.  Her and her family have a mix of love and hate that come together in the worst way.  Her mother is an alcoholic who forces Shae into a motherly role for her siblings.  Mrs. Byrts is nothing nice to her family and you really only see her doing two things in this story.  Leaving to get drunk and yelling at her kids and those two combined make for a nasty tale.  In this house, she also lives with her grandmother and three brothers and each of them have their own story that will touch your heart in some kind of way and you will start to understand Ma Violet and Toby's character as they progress.   What I have noticed with each of them was that they were all suffering from something within the family.

The authors brought all of my favorite characters back for a whirlwind of a ride in the Cartel 4 by Ashley and Jaquavis.  If you haven't read the first three I suggest you close this tab, go and read them and come back at me.  All the hidden unanswered question are revealed and a few surprising characters return for some eye popping reveals

In the privacy of his home Carter keeps his relationship with Mia a secret from his family and for good reason really. He accepted Mia and all her ways and didn't know how to present that to his family.  I loved how the authors showed the boundaries of Carter and Mia because even though she came back, Carter wants to trust her and Mia would follow him to the ends of the earth.  They have magnetic pull to each other because their hearts were in it from the very beginning.

After reading this book, what can I say I am a sucker for drama?  This book did more than just pull me into the story of Wisdom but I felt like there was more realness in this book than any book that I have read.  Honestly, I don't know whether this book was based on a real story or not, but as the situation and the drama unfolds, it's almost if most of this book was based on a real story.  I don't know if it was or not but Jabar is on author that we should keep our eyes on in the future.

At the start of this book you are introduced to five people who are playing chess, so to speak with the street game of hustling.  The book just starts off dirty with Wisdom, Dank and Dammoe having a standoff with this cat name Bam.  Things take a turn for the worse and Bam pays with his life.  The boys think that they got off scot free and life goes back to normal for them.  Detective Brown has a different theory for the murder of Bam and gives his theory to Captain Smith who has ulterior motives.  On the other side everything seems to be going well for Wisdom and is crew.  Money is rolling in and people are eating.  This is also where you start getting introduced to each character and the type of person that they are.  My favorite one was Sky and not because she was the only female character, but she was the one was level headed and knew that the streets had her man, but always hoped for the best.  Hoping that he would get out of the game.

In 1950, two million was the count for people housed in the city of Philadelphia. Since then, that number has done nothing but decrease due to the ploys used to keep the numbers beneath a particular quota. The Black Community, give the city a 44.3 percentage rate out of 100 according to the United States Census Bureau of 2012, which means that 55.7 percent are of other races (Latino, Caucasian, Asian, Korean, etc.). That does not include the folks who chose not to participate in the census, or the people who provide shelter to family and friends. The two, would give the Black Community a percentage rate well over the fifty mark it’s been kept under. Blacks possess a multitude of threats and must be contained and controlled by any means necessary. For one, if we are allowed to continue to reproduce in the numbers in which we do today then the American Government will eventually have to do something about that. The population would be enormous and who would have the power to control a misdirected and deceived people in numbers surpassing the two million mark, in one city? The higher power (I do not speak of God) finally came up with a solution and did something about it in 1985.

The creation, of the opportunity to get rich quick and obtain the finer things in life is one of the most brilliant ideas to ever come to the mind of man. Not only was the idea brilliant, it’s effective and has been for almost forty years. An average of 200 plus black men, women and children die annually from gun violence alone in Philadelphia. Last year the city recorded 329 murders, as of December 2, we are at 225 murders for this year (2013). City officials will tell you that this is a good thing to have a low number such as this year’s murder rate. But how is that good when in two years our city suffered the lost of over 600 family members and/or friends. Now take a minute to think about how populated the city would be without these violent acts that end in fatalities. The city would be populated with African Americans who would no longer be the poverty party but the rulers of a place they consider to be home. Illegal justice was necessary and murder became the answer to prevent this from ever occurring. This solution is what folks including myself call, genocide. The consequences for murder or any crime in Philadelphia depends on the victim and/or the violator. I wonder why that is?

"Cry Me Freedom" Beautiful faces wrecked with pain....
The pain of being stripped of the pride that carries the head high.....
The pain that weakens the once strong voice that would shout across the land for this I stand.....
The pain that closes the bright eyes that were open wide......
The same eyes to witness evil lurking behind sheets and fire riding through quiet streets....
The same eyes to view men, women, boys, and girls stripped of the right to live free......
The pain stretches beyond the limits of what the eye can see, moving the soul in places deep....
Rising frustration now screaming this word from city roof tops and open roads through valleys with no paved streets "Freedom" Tears now flowing in bitter relief, as the caged emotion is allowed release......
Slowly the once broken spirit captures a new breath of life.....
The back once bowed in misery, now upright as the spirit positions itself to take flight......
Mighty as the wind, this new movement spreads and a new vehicle is found to carry the lost.......
The new vessel has been boarded by some but welcome to all who will seek and dare the quivering belly of the weak......
Eyes open to never be closed to the freedom waiting in the bosom of the creative verse of a pen to loyally speak......
The pen moves writing the anguish of people overlooked and made to be the joke.....
Now every word a gripping piece of the sonnet, elevating the mind above color lines and barriers of the pockets dime......
Cry me freedom, I cry no more as the pen has begun to write a destiny of vision to open hopes door......

 

Interview with Amanda Reen

Interview with Linda Braggs Director/Owner of Serenity for Life Sober Living in Arizona

An Arizona native, Linda Braggs is a writer, motivational speaker and creator of Serenity for Life Sober Living. She spent her childhood in Arizona and California and as a young woman she was soon acquainted with the destructive force of addiction that held her in its horrible grip for fifteen years.
A mother of four children, grandmother, sister, daughter and aunt, she found relief in God and his Love and then turned to help others, bringing hope into their lives.
She is currently working on a book titled, Colors of Addiction.

 

                                               Interview with Lemelia Johnson Bonner – writer

"The Eyes That Weep"

Eyes fill with tears listening to the many voices, the reverberation of a nation
"Save him, save him"....

"Cry Me Freedom"

Beautiful faces wrecked with
pain....

Interview with Luna Charles

Director of Hardcastle Enterprises Corp. and Author

Interview with Quentin J. Tyson – Author and Documentary Filmmaker

Quentin J. Tyson age 36 aka Qwest Allah of the Nation of Gods & Earths.  First born in the year of Born Understanding & disciple of Timothy Muhammad of Medina (Brooklyn NY).  Quentin or Qwest (NGE) is a New Orleans native who attended NGE & NOI classes in New Orleans East as a teenager to find a way to safely separate himself from the drug culture.  While in college he found himself deeply immersed in the some of the deepest aspects of the criminal culture as a night club manager.  He joined the Navy at 24. 

Quentin, I read your article on Eurocentrism. I hope others will read it as well, and will share their thoughts with us. I am sure that many wonder why you are so aggressively fighting Eurocentrism here in the United States. I admit I asked myself this question, and my first reaction was to think your article dealt with it from a racial perspective, although you use the term “non-Europeans” and that confused me.Yet the more I thought of it, the more I came to realize that the picture is bigger than we think and it does not only affect black people. It’s not even limited to the United States. I agree that European white supremacy is a business, but is it, ultimately, about color? And who in Europe is the creator of Eurocentrism?I don’t know how much it is known here about the part of the world where I am from – I was born in southern Romania, which is part of the Balkan region.(See http://eurodialogue.org/balkan-countries-map)Allow me to introduce you to the Balkans, home of violent history, wars, slavery and ethnic cleansings, foreign domination, and what not. Actually, my people don’t even remember to be “free,” perhaps with few short-lived exceptions. Starting with the rise of the Ottoman Empire in 13th century, Ottomans came by, filled their harems with our women, took male kids (it was called “the blood tax”) raised them by their law and make them Janissaries (soldiers) in the Ottoman army, only to send them back to attack their homeland..Later on the Ottoman legacy lingered, and we rarely had our own rulers; they were foreigners and most of them could not even speak the language, did not know and care about the people they ruled. Hundreds of years and different Masters later, after everyone had sold everyone, here we stand proudly bearing the same slave mentality. I believe that slavery is not (only) physical; it is a mentality, a way of living. Sure in the meantime we, the slaves, also learned how to hate each other. You should read sometime about the prejudices and historical stereotypes in the Balkans. What a fun read that is! Romanians hate Hungarians, Greeks hate Bulgarians, Bulgarians hate Romanians, Bosnians hate Serbs and vice-versa, et cetera but all of them hate Jews and Gypsies and a Hungarian Gypsy will hate the Romanian one and the other way around, see how subtle and refined we are in our hatred? It takes a keen eye to peel off the layers here. We carry the legacy of hatred with out mouths full of Baklava and Sarailie and Sarma, all of them Turkish delicacies we had cooked for our slave owners and finally came to love (great recipes by the way, I will share). There is controversy over the dishes, as everyone claims they’re “theirs.” Now and then a researcher pisses off everyone with his findings, like the linguist who suggested that the root of word “baklava” could be… Mongolian WHAT? The guy might be right because there are records of this ancient dish in China, under the…Mongolian dynasty Yuan. SAY AGAIN?As one who grew up in this explosive perpetual state of slavery, helplessness and ultimately self-hatred, I had struggled to understand the mechanism. These people hating and killing each other so “passionately “ for centuries do not even belong to different racial groups.Dr. Will Moreland a distinguished African American public speaker author and leadership expert told me in a recent interview on the Complex Image of the African American Man that “When we hear about racism many times people think it is about skin color, but the foundational essence of racism is about economics. The root word for racism is race; racism comes in when one group is trying to race another group to economic security.”I think Dr. Moreland makes a great point.Slavery in the Roman Empire wasn’t about race or color, was it? How about Greece? In fact, I heard that in the Roman Empire slaves looked so similar to the free citizens that they were trying to come up with some distinctive signs to set them apart. Apparently, the house slaves with nobility wore plaques around their neck stating what family they belonged to, how many languages they spoke and if they could read and write. This is what my local History teacher told me. The atrocities committed against Jews were not based on the fact that they were that different, but on socio-economics. Gypsies are usually dark-skinned, but some Gypsy tribes are light skinned blondes, and some naturally have blue or green eyes. Yeah, you heard that right. As a matter of fact, if you travel in that area, I challenge you to tell a Romanian apart from a Hungarian, from a Bulgarian, and whoever else you happen to see. How can you tell my genetic make up just by looking at me? How do you know what breed I am? What if I am Gypsy? What if I have Jewish or Turkish blood, how can you tell? See, this is where I go back to Dr.Moreland’s theory. It is about money. Creating and maintaining a “healthy” slave mentality is good business. All you have to do is take one particular population, convince them they are inferior, ghetto them and let the mentality grow inside their heads for a couple of generations. Then they are born convinced they are of a lesser value and they belong in a cage. It works, I have seen it with my own eyes, and hey! I have seen it on animals too, when I was working wildlife. If you have an animal who spent too much time caged you can leave the gate open as many times as you wish, he will not take off, he will stare at the gate with a bland resigned expression, just like some of my Romanian fellows in 1989 when we executed Ceausescu and were “free.” They said, “Oh well, Ceausescu’s regime was not that bad, it gave us some safety.” They wanted their slavery back, because you see, freedom meant responsibility and risk. WHAT?When I heard that crap I started packing, not because I was a coward and I did not want to stay and “build a new country,” but because I was FREE, I was physically free to go wherever I wanted. Freedom is a state of mind, and I was born like that, and I my parents and my teachers enforced that in me. I will never forget how my long life mentor Ms.Segal used to tell me -- and this mind you, in times of great fear and oppression --“Oana, I’ve always felt a free person in a free country. We are free.” Now I see that leaving Romania was good, because a new slavery was ahead. People were not even fully recovered from the nastiness of all those totalitarian regimes and wars, when all the former communist countries got sucked into a new trend: Greater European Union. We had to be accepted into this Europe “thing” at any cost. Whoever was left outside was bad, junk, lesser value. Of course, this would not happen just like that, acceptance was not granted automatically. We had to obey their rules and “behave,” in other words we had to be what I called my puppies when I was doing veterinary healthcare, “good foofoos and fifis.” (foofoos are boys, fifis are girls.) We had to be humble and serve our Western masters well, same subservient attitude that we had been forced to have throughout history, nothing new to me. And for many years we had crawled to their doors begging “Puleeez let me in,” knowing very well that no matter what we did we would always be second hand citizens. It was the same good old competition between slaves, “Who pleases the Master better?” To the Master it was just a matter of numbers, and it was all about …economics. Quentin, most people in the former communist countries hated the “European Union” concept just like the blacks you were writing about who hated to be taken to white schools. They felt this “forced love” came at a price. And they were right, it was the price of Eurocentrism for…non-Europeans. Because Western Europe and Eastern Europe have always been two different worlds, no matter how hard they try to glue them together now.So I moved to the United States, hoping to leave this entire bullshit behind, but surprise! Every place has its own history of hatred and yes, here color is a tool, and yes, being white gives you privileges in some circles, or at least some acceptance. Unless you have an accent like me, and you are an immigrant. I am white until I open my mouth. I had never been aware as of why I was treated so poorly by some white folks, until my friends (some of them black by the way) told me that the moment I opened my mouth I became brown. Think “brown” as in “category” not color. It’s very subtle. I had an epiphany. So this is what it was. I crossed the ocean just to be second hand citizen in another country. And what is happening here is the extension or the legacy of that Euro-centric thinking that I basically ran away from. Silly me! You can’t hide from that. I could not understand this one and for many years. But hey, now I know and this makes me aware. To avoid unpleasant experiences, I stay silent, and pretend to suffer from a mysterious muteness while writing down everything. Sometimes, I am summoned to stay silent, like in my last trip to Nogales, Arizona, when my Mexican/Native American girlfriend who was driving turned to me as we were getting closer to the border and hissed at me, ”You shut up.” I know she meant well and she loves me and she did not want us standing there being searched and questioned for three hours.YES, color makes it easier to discriminate against people here, and yes, I know a lot about the extermination of the Native populations, African Americans and whatever was/is not “white” by their standards. I must tell you one thing that I find to be very interesting. Back in Ceausescu’s schools, especially during the last years of the Cold War we were told about the discrimination against people of color here in the United States and… we did not believe it. We did not buy into that, we thought it was yet another Stalinist lie. You see, we had been fed lies and bullshit so long, we could not believe the truth anymore.Ah, all these populations and how they move around. This blonde blue-eyed lady was telling me the other day how she got a mole on her arm and she went to a specialist and they did all sorts of tests to rule out cancer and guess what? The doctor took her aside and told her that this type of mole is specific only to a certain genetic group and it is frequent in … Mongolians. WHAT? Is there anything on this planet that Mongolians have not touched yet?Quentin, you sure brought up some memories I wanted to bury deep inside and move on. But maybe this happened for a good reason. Some stuff need to be analyzed over and over again, until we finally get it. I bet you if we were to run comprehensive genetic tests, we would be in deep state of shock. We might even not know who we are, that is why I have always thought racism is ridiculous. On a deeper level, I am a citizen of the world. I have amazing friends from all over the place, including Western Europe, Africa and you name it. There are good things about the Western European culture too (such as emancipation of women). It is always dirty politics that mess things up.In the end, it is about humanity. It is about us reaching out to each other and listening to each other, and not about greedy corrupted rulers and governments.After all, this is why we go to school to understand the connections between Here and There, and Everywhere.Your Mongolian (?) friend,Oana© 2012 by Oana For those of us who haven’t read Quentin’s article yet you can find it here: http://www.authorsinfo.com/index.php?option=com_easyblog&view=entry&id=289&Itemid=635Dr. Will Moreland’s interview can be found here: http://www.authorsinfo.com/index.php?option=com_easyblog&view=entry&id=220&Itemid=635

Oana, if you love doughnuts then let me take you to the motherland. Recently my kids grandmother and I was looking through the cupboards for a crock pot to deep fry some chickens when she introduced me to some of her old cook books. At first I knocked them because these where cookbooks her church published. I'm a member of the Nation of Gods and Earths so anything from a Christian church I pay no attention to. Then I continued on reading some of these 19th/20th century recipes to find some nice recipes. Then Nanna (kids grandmother) asked me if I ever had monkey bread. Monkey Bread? That's what I said. Then Nanna went on telling me about this "monkey bread". She told me that her mother made it all the time for holidays and white folks back then loved it to death. I thought it was an European dish but nope. I'm from New Orleans Louisiana, land of the big booties and creole cuisine. I can cook most of these dishes myself but my family never had this monkey bread. It's really soft dinner rolls layered together with butter to create a butter roll tree. I noticed all of her cook books had a monkey bread recipe in them. I'm like damn, it must not be that good if I haven't heard of it yet. So I did my research to find out this dish is traditionally called Afrikan Coffee Cake. Then I remembered that New Orleans has a dish called Afrikan Coffee Cake that was Christianized for a Christian holiday, Fat Tuesday. This particular dish is the signature piece for the Mardi Gras celebration, the King Cake. I can make a King Cake because my mother taught it me but like most American bred Afrikans our culture and traditions were stolen and outlawed to practice so my momma didn't tell me the origins, just the recipe. So now here in DC my kids are like what is this King Cake or Monkey Bread. After giving them a factual history lesson I decided to make it for them. The first picture is my first attempt made with just sugar, cinnamon, brown sugar, butter and store bought biscuits. It was gone in one day. So I decided to make another one with some Creole "stank" on it. This time I used sweetened butter, molasses, brown and light brown sugar, milk, flour, eggs, and I made the glaze from an old school powdered sugar, water and buttermilk recipe...and here you have it for the second picture. It's a shame that racism is apparent in all American history. What's worse then that is today people play a blind eye to it like it never existed. Maybe if people are really sincere of the truth then maybe we can sit at the table together to have a slice of the King's Cake. But apparently not everyone believe Afrikans should be KINGS. That's funny, who do you think created kingdoms worldwide? Check the facts! Peace.

Author's Info presents Open Book with Envy Red & Q. This episode we feature Mizz Baltimore Michelle "Pebbles" Caldwell, Photographer. Mizz Pebbles or just Michelle commonly known, is a fan photographer who is coming up on the entertainment scene. Yes, she started as a fan photographer but under the study and guidance of Hip-Hop pioneering legend-The Chief Rocka Busy Bee, this charismatic personality is slowly becoming the "Baltimore" celebrity photographer at parties and concerts. Each one of her photos has a personal story behind them as she keeps it 100 with me. Currently she's working on publishing her memoirs titled "Memories of Pain" and she's a writer on imusiccentral.com. Here's a short list of her photo subjects Jamie Foxx, Trey Songs, Anthony Hamilton, Musiq Soulchild, Snoop Dogg, Estelle, Erykah Badu, Common, Redman, Method Man, Busy Bee, Red Grant, Jay-Z, Beyonce, Miguel, Amazin', J Holiday, Rakim, K-Swft and many more. Michelle is also managing her son's music group Amazin'. The music video for their new single "Keep Up" is in preproduction as I write and will be produced by Q. At the same time Michelle has Black Diamond Entertainment and Swagga Magazine for new and aspiring local artists. Michelle has been featured for her work with The Chief Rocka Busy Bee in the LA Times this month as well. The second part of this interview will be available soon. K-Swift Baltimore Club Mix Tribute composed by Q aka DJ KaNeckScratch Patterns performed by DJ Ant Love of the Mo' Nique Show.

Y'all probably want to know where I get these images from? It's from the same infamous site I chose not to name because I don't get a check from them and they should pay people for the amount of time they spend there. That's another discussion. Is there's something wrong with this photo? I don't believe so. it's pretty accurate "according" to today's social climate. But what scares me is the amount of criminality and destruction it took for that picture to be true. Yes, I said it. If the average person took the time to research most of these religions today, I guarantee they would be outlawed. It's so bad that people are defensive of their religions, and others promote false propaganda stories misleading others to think differently. Why? It's all about greed. That's right, GREED. Ok, if you want to get racial we can. It's those who have not who want to have it all. First off, Afrikans bred in America are not and have not been formerly educated by any European. Just less than 170 yrs ago if you caught a slave reading a book, he was killed on the spot. The only Afrikan bred in America history taught in public schools is all on slavery. Eugenics is in full effect and the Prison Industrial Complex is big business. All this is brought on by who? Christians and Ashkenazi Hebrews. Ask any American bred Afrikan the history of Christianity, I swear you'll see the funniest thing imaginable. Yet they can quote a verse from an imaginary person from a book of stories. Try it! To show you how illiterate people are, the Christian Bible in BOLD print tells you it's a story. Prime example, The Book ACCORDING to Paul, The Book ACCORDING to John, The Book ACCORDING...etc,etc. What's the definition of according? According to who? According to when? According to how? Well, some of us know the why. Funny you don't see one called The Book According to the Christ or Jesus. That should be the first book a Christian should read. Now if there's NOT a book ACCORDING to that dude then how in the hell you gone give credence to something that's said to exist and continues to exist?! It doesn't. According means agreement. That's it. So who agreed to it? Think about who "forced" you to agree to it. That word is called surrender. You know people get angry about this? Yeah! You really want to see something scary, if you want to find a "nigger" (by full definition) go to a Christian Church. They in there, all of them and they'll show you too. There is nothing on Earth liberating Europeans can do for you, so let them have Christianity. Next, a Black Jew? What in the hell is that? Hebrew is not a race, it's a culture like Hip-Hop. A "Black" Hebrew? That's sounds illiterate. You know 200 yrs from now Europeans are going to label Hip-Hop as a race? They already making and calling it homosexual! But these are the people American bred Afrikans TRUST. So does "trust" make you hate or just plain stupid?! Part -1