Every family history has dark spots... Mental illness is on my fathers side and drunks too...I mean come on they made moonshine.
I'll repost...
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Every family history has dark spots... Mental illness is on my fathers side and drunks too...I mean come on they made moonshine.
I'll repost...
I'll be brief:
Parents immigrated from Ethiopia in the late 70s. My father worked for Ethiopian Airlines as a painter and got injured on the job, so the govt let him go abroad for treatment and my mom went with him and the rest was history. My mother's side were wealthy merchants from Asmara, when the Italians came they took as many people and possessions as they could and moved to Addis. The neighborhood of Piassa was once wholly owned by my great grandparents, but they gradually lost property or gave it away to loyal servants/friends/family and all that's left today is our family house. My great grandfather was a guerilla fighter during the Italian occupation and my grandfather worked with him as a spy of sorts. My grandfather would go to Italian camps acting like a cripple or some shyt and they'd let him in and put him to work. He'd get the layout of the camp, number of troops, ammo, etc and in the cover of darkness slip out of sight and return to his guys and give em the info. At the end of the war, Haile Selassie gave my great grandfather land for his service and my grandfather went on to open his own school. My father went on to graduate from the Emperor's art school while my mom attended G.C.A. which was a school operated by the Fords. The Fords were an African American family that were a part of the wave of other African Americans/West Indians that repatriated to Ethiopia from the victory at Adwa up to the Italian invasion. So my mom was heavily exposed to Black culture and gained that same diasporan experience I would gain here in America.
I was born in Oklahoma City in 1986. My parents had lived there under asylum with my aunt since the late 70s. The next year we were either going to move to LA or DC, my uncle in DC convinced my parents that DC was the better move of the two and the rest was history. We bounced around from spot to spot for the first few years, when I was 3 we moved to Silver Spring where I would pretty much spend my childhood and teenage years. Downtown Silver Spring is a very diverse community but you still have your borders on economic grounds. Whites are on one side of town and Black/Spanish/Asians were on the other. Since my father had misguided views on Black people at the time, he always preferred I be around Ethiopians or Whites so I was pretty whitewashed at first. It took me going to Ethiopia in 94 to open my eyes, seeing how poor people were left me with so many questions that led me to my path. But the fact that these same people kept a smile on their face made me want to fight for them partly out of guilt because I was an American and had access to more but also because people that noble deserve an advocate. As I got older I became more aware and realized that their struggle was all a part of a greater Black struggle throughout the world. When I came home those same Black kids in my neighborhood that I ain't really kick it with were suddenly my best friends and still are to this day.
My passion has always been writing, when I would get in trouble at school my dad would whoop my ass and then make me sit down and write letters and numbers over and over again in a notebook to improve my handwriting. I ended up loving pens so much because of this, I would draw pictures and write backstories for the characters and then act everything out so it helped with my speech and made me a natural in Theater. I've taken courses on different writing disciplines(I'm learning screenwriting now), so I really love message boards because they allow me to experiment and play around with writing without the rigid structure of more formal writing, I break all types of punctuation rules on here. My goal in life is to use my writing to help tell our story in our words and by doing so help to reclaim our culture so we can put it to better use.
I really could say more but I said way too much by even doing this.
Parents immigrated from Ethiopia in the late 70s. My father worked for Ethiopian Airlines as a painter and got injured on the job, so the govt let him go abroad for treatment and my mom went with him and the rest was history. My mother's side were wealthy merchants from Asmara, when the Italians came they took as many people and possessions as they could and moved to Addis. The neighborhood of Piassa was once wholly owned by my great grandparents, but they gradually lost property or gave it away to loyal servants/friends/family and all that's left today is our family house. My great grandfather was a guerilla fighter during the Italian occupation and my grandfather worked with him as a spy of sorts. My grandfather would go to Italian camps acting like a cripple or some shyt and they'd let him in and put him to work. He'd get the layout of the camp, number of troops, ammo, etc and in the cover of darkness slip out of sight and return to his guys and give em the info. At the end of the war, Haile Selassie gave my great grandfather land for his service and my grandfather went on to open his own school. My father went on to graduate from the Emperor's art school while my mom attended G.C.A. which was a school operated by the Fords. The Fords were an African American family that were a part of the wave of other African Americans/West Indians that repatriated to Ethiopia from the victory at Adwa up to the Italian invasion. So my mom was heavily exposed to Black culture and gained that same diasporan experience I would gain here in America.
I was born in Oklahoma City in 1986. My parents had lived there under asylum with my aunt since the late 70s. The next year we were either going to move to LA or DC, my uncle in DC convinced my parents that DC was the better move of the two and the rest was history. We bounced around from spot to spot for the first few years, when I was 3 we moved to Silver Spring where I would pretty much spend my childhood and teenage years. Downtown Silver Spring is a very diverse community but you still have your borders on economic grounds. Whites are on one side of town and Black/Spanish/Asians were on the other. Since my father had misguided views on Black people at the time, he always preferred I be around Ethiopians or Whites so I was pretty whitewashed at first. It took me going to Ethiopia in 94 to open my eyes, seeing how poor people were left me with so many questions that led me to my path. But the fact that these same people kept a smile on their face made me want to fight for them partly out of guilt because I was an American and had access to more but also because people that noble deserve an advocate. As I got older I became more aware and realized that their struggle was all a part of a greater Black struggle throughout the world. When I came home those same Black kids in my neighborhood that I ain't really kick it with were suddenly my best friends and still are to this day.
My passion has always been writing, when I would get in trouble at school my dad would whoop my ass and then make me sit down and write letters and numbers over and over again in a notebook to improve my handwriting. I ended up loving pens so much because of this, I would draw pictures and write backstories for the characters and then act everything out so it helped with my speech and made me a natural in Theater. I've taken courses on different writing disciplines(I'm learning screenwriting now), so I really love message boards because they allow me to experiment and play around with writing without the rigid structure of more formal writing, I break all types of punctuation rules on here. My goal in life is to use my writing to help tell our story in our words and by doing so help to reclaim our culture so we can put it to better use.
I really could say more but I said way too much by even doing this.
Keep it brief. Son of a rasta and a baptist. My parents gave me three things that forever shaped my existence: The world book encyclopedia, an actual globe of the moon and the middle name of an African king. 
Those three things set the foundation for the question I forever seek the answer to, 'why?'
Those three things set the foundation for the question I forever seek the answer to, 'why?'
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My turn...
Was born in Jamaica, moved to the Bronx at 3 or 4 years old.
I was what they called 'bright.'
All I would do was read and play outside.
Spent half my time in elementary classes daydreaming.
got my love of walking to my destination and traveling from my time there.
I thought my dad was crazy; kept talking about how foul most white folks were and how Jamaicans had a direct hand in the birth of hip hop(turned out to be right, though.
).
Mom and dad separated and moms took us to live in LA when I was 7. Best and worst thing she could've done for me.
Sat out a full semester, but mom taught me (was a teacher back in Jamaica) so I wasn't behind in classes.
I was teased relentlessly because of my accent (mix of Jamaican and New Yorker) and my love of reading (was teased for 'acting white.')
Went to one of the top 6-12 schools in CA and saw how fukked the school system was out there.
The Asian kids cheated like a muthafukka, going into big ass groups after class, copying work, sharing answers on tests. Then everyone else followed. I was too goody-goody to do it. To this day, I only cheated once on a test.
Transferred to a hood school after that; was a square but got a pass cuz I played ball.
Still got no play from the girls cuz I was a quiet, black nerd.
Went to JUCO for ball, had a couple offers for D1s, but shyt happens.
Got to a four year college in Denver and saw how blatantly/naively racist white folks could be.
Stayed in touched with my mentor from HS who was always dropping knowledge about my black culture other than slavery and the CVR.
She said she thought I was the only person she knows my age who was curious, smart, and in touch with his blackness enough to understand this stuff.
Felt so proud from one offhand statement she made.
Played a bit of ball overseas and reinforced my belief that a lot of English speaking whites can be REALY fukked up, but a decent amount are friendly and genuinely curious about black folks.
Still keep at arm's length, though.
And in 2012, I found TheColi.
Came for the fukkery, stayed for the knowledge dropped and current event about black culture you won't hear on CNN.
As well as the fukkery.
I love (most of) you guys.
Was born in Jamaica, moved to the Bronx at 3 or 4 years old.
I was what they called 'bright.'
All I would do was read and play outside.
Spent half my time in elementary classes daydreaming.
got my love of walking to my destination and traveling from my time there.
I thought my dad was crazy; kept talking about how foul most white folks were and how Jamaicans had a direct hand in the birth of hip hop(turned out to be right, though.
).Mom and dad separated and moms took us to live in LA when I was 7. Best and worst thing she could've done for me.
Sat out a full semester, but mom taught me (was a teacher back in Jamaica) so I wasn't behind in classes.
I was teased relentlessly because of my accent (mix of Jamaican and New Yorker) and my love of reading (was teased for 'acting white.')
Went to one of the top 6-12 schools in CA and saw how fukked the school system was out there.
The Asian kids cheated like a muthafukka, going into big ass groups after class, copying work, sharing answers on tests. Then everyone else followed. I was too goody-goody to do it. To this day, I only cheated once on a test.
Transferred to a hood school after that; was a square but got a pass cuz I played ball.
Still got no play from the girls cuz I was a quiet, black nerd.
Went to JUCO for ball, had a couple offers for D1s, but shyt happens.
Got to a four year college in Denver and saw how blatantly/naively racist white folks could be.
Stayed in touched with my mentor from HS who was always dropping knowledge about my black culture other than slavery and the CVR.
She said she thought I was the only person she knows my age who was curious, smart, and in touch with his blackness enough to understand this stuff.
Felt so proud from one offhand statement she made.
Played a bit of ball overseas and reinforced my belief that a lot of English speaking whites can be REALY fukked up, but a decent amount are friendly and genuinely curious about black folks.
Still keep at arm's length, though.
And in 2012, I found TheColi.
Came for the fukkery, stayed for the knowledge dropped and current event about black culture you won't hear on CNN.
As well as the fukkery.
I love (most of) you guys.
It's actually amazing all the brehs that have been woken up by the coli and sohh.
This is why I never really go hard at c00ns and sometimes is seems like I message and deal with the c00ns ( I have hope that they will be black nationalist one day)
shyt we all start somewhere
yall wouldn't wanna know what I used to be like... i wasn't a c00n but I was even worst than that.
I was woken up by being down south and having a black guy who was supervising me..... throw me under the bus for cac approval
I COULD NOT believe it!!!!!.. because where I'm from .... in Africa and in Detroit... nikkas might be the most violent ignorant destructive etc on Earth............. but we dont do shyt like that do our brehs.
Then I discovered racist CACS , I had been living in a bubble. I didn't even know that this entire shyt was a system... and we are just playing a role in it
but yeah i agree w op. I would say we need private groups, but those shyts never work out right.
This is why I never really go hard at c00ns and sometimes is seems like I message and deal with the c00ns ( I have hope that they will be black nationalist one day)
shyt we all start somewhere
yall wouldn't wanna know what I used to be like... i wasn't a c00n but I was even worst than that.I was woken up by being down south and having a black guy who was supervising me..... throw me under the bus for cac approval
I COULD NOT believe it!!!!!.. because where I'm from .... in Africa and in Detroit... nikkas might be the most violent ignorant destructive etc on Earth............. but we dont do shyt like that do our brehs.Then I discovered racist CACS , I had been living in a bubble. I didn't even know that this entire shyt was a system... and we are just playing a role in it
but yeah i agree w op. I would say we need private groups, but those shyts never work out right.
born east detroit,
Peace.
travelled to france then germany then africa as a child. my mom is some ethnicity,, my dad is black but i don't really know what.. i guess just nikkas from Georgia.
Parents were athiest growing up. But mom recently become a Chritian.
I'm Muslim. All of my favorite people in history were muslim or affiliated with being a black muslim... so it's natural to me... the values and life is natural to me.. plus my mom ethnic group is 100% Muslim. There are some ancient african pracices I GUESS we do back 'home' but naw son.. I don't do that because it's deal w animals n shyt and not inline with me being a nikka from Detroit. I'm more AA than African. period.
at a young age......
back to east detroit, pops bounced, lol.... so me n my bro and mom broke as fukk in detroit.
she sent us to great schools. i went to the very best..... Don't know where she got the money AND i don't want to know
then i became a fake wanna be thug, lol. (I was just a random dude tho and now realize i only had street cred thru the work of others)
so got sent to my dad-- But guess what!??! That nikka was rich now. so went to great schools still.. but then was CUT OFF!! because i turned down a full ride for the school of my dads choice,
but i wanted to study computer science at the school of my own choice.
was broke 5 years, got married had 2 sons. Started looking closer to my age, discovered I was one of the biggest pimps know to mankind.. fukk hundreds of hoes, got divorce,
then went to mid east then africa then did some other shyt............... DID nothing but read for like two years.... became very militant. ON SOME extream militant shyt.
but then calm down.
got a career. before that though i joined the military.. (not as an officer tho cuz fukk that I wanted to be a combat troop to learn skills I might need later )
Got mad medals... still get paid off disability.... learned all the shyt i wanted to learn.
impregnated some other women.
I have a family of bms who all love me, i love them.. but really only love the woman i'm with now. I love her... I never thought I'd find a african queen like her.
i have 4 sons 1 daughter. I'm not a hoe anymore. I am not very militant anymore... but I'm pro black. I'm at a state that I support any black cause or person i see.........
I support because the shyt I left out of this lil intro to blackking is very demonic, evil, crazy, sounds like duketales and sick and so I really owe a lot to the world.
Parents were athiest growing up. But mom recently become a Chritian.
I'm Muslim. All of my favorite people in history were muslim or affiliated with being a black muslim... so it's natural to me... the values and life is natural to me.. plus my mom ethnic group is 100% Muslim. There are some ancient african pracices I GUESS we do back 'home' but naw son.. I don't do that because it's deal w animals n shyt and not inline with me being a nikka from Detroit. I'm more AA than African. period.
at a young age......
back to east detroit, pops bounced, lol.... so me n my bro and mom broke as fukk in detroit.
she sent us to great schools. i went to the very best..... Don't know where she got the money AND i don't want to know
then i became a fake wanna be thug, lol. (I was just a random dude tho and now realize i only had street cred thru the work of others)
so got sent to my dad-- But guess what!??! That nikka was rich now. so went to great schools still.. but then was CUT OFF!! because i turned down a full ride for the school of my dads choice,
but i wanted to study computer science at the school of my own choice.
was broke 5 years, got married had 2 sons. Started looking closer to my age, discovered I was one of the biggest pimps know to mankind.. fukk hundreds of hoes, got divorce,
then went to mid east then africa then did some other shyt............... DID nothing but read for like two years.... became very militant. ON SOME extream militant shyt.
but then calm down.
got a career. before that though i joined the military.. (not as an officer tho cuz fukk that I wanted to be a combat troop to learn skills I might need later
)Got mad medals... still get paid off disability.... learned all the shyt i wanted to learn.
impregnated some other women.
I have a family of bms who all love me, i love them.. but really only love the woman i'm with now. I love her... I never thought I'd find a african queen like her.
i have 4 sons 1 daughter. I'm not a hoe anymore. I am not very militant anymore... but I'm pro black. I'm at a state that I support any black cause or person i see.........
I support because the shyt I left out of this lil intro to blackking is very demonic, evil, crazy, sounds like duketales and sick and so I really owe a lot to the world.
Peace.
