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Mormon’s Hate Black People?

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This is interesting. Mitt Romney’s foray into the presidency
has white folks talking about religion and slavery.

This was the worst political speech of my lifetime. Because this man stood there and said to you “this is the faith of my fathers.” And you, and none of these commentators who liked this speech realized that the faith of his fathers is a racist faith. As of 1978 it was an officially racist faith, and for political convenience in 1978 it switched. And it said “OK, black people can be in this church.” He believes, if he believes the faith of his fathers, that black people are black because in heaven they turned away from God, in this demented, Scientology-like notion of what was going on in heaven before the creation of the earth.

I was actually surprised by the anger and candor of the
comments. Do you know any Mormons?

For a long period of time Black African members of the LDS church were unable to hold the Priesthood. In honor of Black History Month let’s take a look at why this was so, when it changed, and what’s happening now.

The Priesthood
From the first days of the Church (1830) until 1978 members who were of Hamitic or Black African descent were denied the blessings of the Priesthood. Why were they denied the Priesthood for so long? Joseph Fielding Smith once stated, “a meaningful response to this question rests on an understanding of what the Priesthood is.”

Did you know that Black people weren’t allowed to
be Mormon’s until ’78? But then again, Black people
weren’t allowed to be Republicans either. And no I
don’t mean the Abraham Lincoln republicans but
the Nixon Reagan Republicans.

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Do you have a problem with a Mormon President?

Should Romney come clean on the Mormon’s history with Black folks?

If he did, what difference would it make?

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On My Bill Bellamy Moment

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If New York didn’t teach me anything, it taught me
how to play my position in life.

Sure while The Graduate acknowledged that I was attractive,
he didn’t feel it to the extent to try and wife me.

Granted The Jawn enjoyed my company, and thought I was sexy,
but me being his main squeeze? That wasn’t going to happen.

He had other things going on.

In the recent past, I think it was August, I wrote about Bill Bellamy
and how he must feel looking at Jamie Fox’s career.

Both of them started off on the Black comedian sitcom circuit,
yet in recent years Bill’s career stagnated while Jamie Fox’s
has taken off into the stratosphere.

I thought of this when reading about BET’s list of the Best
Hip Blog Writers, and Elliott Wilson’s subsequent post
and response that he was going to do 24 posts in 24 hours.

I found the list jarring not because of not being included,
but because it reminded me of my own inability to get my
other writing projects off the ground.

This past summer I had the privilage of reviewing
another bloggers contract right before his blog
was acquired.

That experienced taught me that if you find your niche
and can deliver readers, writers can make a decent nickel
off this game. Since then I have some up with an idea for
an industry related blog that is
set to launch first quarter ’08.

Of course, there is more. I have been floating an idea of a
business of hip hop book (Donald Trump meets Rich Dad Poor Dad
meets Jay Z).

I have also been trying to hammer out some short stories.

In trying to write these projects I have learned that
I am either short on time, or the overly critical voice in
my head tells me that I need to have a clearer idea of
where the project is going before I do any more.

But the project won’t go anywhere unless I execute.

Its a vicious, vicious cycle.

Which brings me back to the hard sh*t about New York.

There are so many beautiful, rich, creative, talented people
around you that it is easy to feel like sh*t.

Conversely, there are opportunities that present themselves
because you were at the right, party/cafe/subway, at the right
time and someone came into your life that helped you take
your art to the next step.

And thats where, when I learned to play my position
came in handy.

Earlier this year, I was forced to have a fundamental
understanding of the fact that it is unbelievably in my best interest
to play my position.

This may mean falling back, this may be being shrewed and bold,
it even may mean removing my self and just being completely unavailable
just to make a point.

What I also have come to appreciate from blogging
is the instant feed back, and community of readers.
I have made friends through blogging, sh-t, I think
I may have met my husband through it. (Now THATS a story).

Not only have a cultivated a fly national community but I
write about stick up kids, feminism, Ice Cube, Hillary Clinton,
Obama and baby mommas, DJ Drama, the Dali Lama. (Okay,
I got carried away).

The point this that my writing has its own lane,
and I am good with that.

However, I will never forget when the Imus incident went down
and Gotty was like, “Are you sure you are a lawyer and not a journalist?”

Does his statement creep into my head? Of course.

On balance, I will never forget meeting Kierno Mayo, right
after she lost Honey. She was heart broken.

She was beautiful, inquisitive and genuinely interested in my
research on the Gullah Culture and Ebonics.

Looking back, seeing her go through that experience
had an impact on my decision to marry my need for cake
to my love for writing.

Yesterday, my homie Sof.dini told me that writing
social political commentary is a gift. I thought to myself,
I don’t write social commentary I just articulate what I think
when I read the newspapers.

But, as much as I don’t want to admit it, she is right,
because god lives through.

So excuse me, I have to go, there are some short
story plots calling me.

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Whats coming for you in the first few months in ’08?

How do you deal with facing road blocks when trying to execute?

What was the most recent opportunity that slipped
by that has you kicking yourself?

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Crank that…..Kosher Boy?

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Video Vixens Speak.

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“Do you know how much money me and
Lashonte would have made if we had residuals off of Gold Digger?”

So my dad found my copy of Pimps Up Hoes Down,
and has decided to READ IT. See. Y’all be wondering where
I get it from. Where do I get that inquisitiveness, that tendency to pick it up
everything and read it? My poppi.

I told him, after he finished it that we could probably have one
of these most interesting conversations we have ever had.
 I also told him that I was going to blog about it. In the spirit
of the pending conversation, I posted the above clip.

Speaking of unions the MTV PERMALANCERS are raising
hell about changes in their status. Peep the Times
comments. I managed to chime my little bus fare on the convo,

December 12th,
2007
5:17 pm

#12

I LOVE YOU.

Unionize the Video Vixens.

Unionize and PAY the College Football Players.

And Unionize the DAGGMMIT Permalancers.

THATS WHAT ?UM talking ?bout.

?They DO have actual freelancers, you know – people who only submit things once a week, or who write or edit occasionally. Know what MTV calls them? Vendors.?

? Posted by StandUp

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What y?all need to do is contact Cuomo and give him something ELSE to look into.

modelminority.blogspot

? Posted by m.dot

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What do you think of clip?

Hot air?

Hoochie ignorance?

Or are the women that we ogle finally speaking?

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Speaking of ogling women, have you seen this?
NSFW.

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Why did the Gucci Mane video bother me so much?

Is it his name?

The quasi lesbian pseudo sex scenes?

Or was it just low budget and greasy?
And I ain’t talking ’bout good greasy. I mean, like crisco,
all the ladies were super greased up.

And why they have to be all shiny and moisturized and
he can have his belly out like the uncle that stay at
grandmomma house but only come out at the family
reunion to talk sh*t?
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Pathological Nigg*s Part I

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Life has a way of revealing itself to you.

Saturday Birkhold was cautioning me about thinking about Black people
and violence in a pathological way. I was reading a book by Jawanza Kunjufu
and he remarked that Kunjufu is one of those people who is SURPRISED
when a young Black person is in a CAR and it ain’t spinning rims.

He went on to say that Kunjufu is one of those people who thinks
that Black people are as jacked as mainstream, academic white
folks think they are.

I disagreed.

But this conversation was important for two reasons.

First. It helped me see the pathological tendencies in
Meredith Mays piece on Oakland.

She quoted saying that

“There are more and more families where there’s less and less structure,” he said. “Talking to these suspects day in and out, there’s a higher percentage today with no sense of right and wrong. It’s frightening, but we are creating super-criminals.”

And that

“In these neighborhoods of concentrated poverty, all the doctors, lawyers, pharmacists, architects and postal workers have left,” said Richard Miles, chief executive officer of Big Brothers Big Sisters of the Bay Area.

“The kids have nobody but drug lords to look up to.

And finally that.

Many of the convicted killers were quasi-homeless in grade school, moving every 90 days on eviction cycles, or bouncing between friends’ and relatives’ homes, where they slept on recliners and couches and floors.

Inside the home is pure chaos. Typically, they live with a third-generation relative, an elderly grandmother or aunt, who also opens her home to several other wayward relatives. They all pile into one home, bringing their boyfriends and girlfriends and their children. There’s no particular person in charge, no house rules, and people come and go.

I mean, reading that, you would think that babies in East Oakland
pop out with 9mm’s, born ready to kill.

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Why to writers think that it is tolerable to write about
Black people this why?

*** Plays Illmatic.

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