Scattered People

Entries from October 2008

Misguided Tradition

October 29, 2008 · 1 Comment

The other day, i came across a man tirelessly beating a Mango tree.  i asked, “For what purpose do you beat this mango tree?” to which he responded, “This is no Mango tree.  It is a Banana tree and i am pursuing Bananas.”

“But Bananas you shall surely not find here, for this is a Mango tree,” i pointed out.

“No, sir.  This here is a healthy Banana tree.  My father, who learned from his father before him, told me so.  And i will get a bushel of Bananas before it kills me.”

“Well, you will surely die, then,” i reasoned, “for from this tree you will only receive Mangoes.”

“Kind sir, please,” a little annoyed. “My father, like his father, lived and died at the foot of this tree in the pursuit of Bananas.” Pride polished his words.

“i am sorry for your loss, dear brother.  But, i beg your pardon, from what did your patriarchs perish?”

“Potassium depletion.”

-amari

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Make it Plain: Barack Obama

October 25, 2008 · Leave a Comment

Ya’ll may’ve noticed i ain’t been talking about your boy (cause he sure ain’t mine) lately.  That’s ’cause i found a different media.  We might get murked for this one:

-amari

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Texas Justice

October 21, 2008 · Leave a Comment

12:30 in the morning.  A small Texas town.  Flashing lights. Sucked teeth.  Voice on megaphone.  Annoyed hands grip steering wheel.  All of it quite unnecessary.

“i’m officer Muhammad with the police department of….”

Officer what????  My neck almost broke under the weight of confusion.  A Black pig named Muhammad in this hick-ass town? (more…)

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Are We Free?

October 11, 2008 · Leave a Comment

The latest:

-amari

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James Byrd to Brandon McClelland: in amerika it’s always the same old shit

October 10, 2008 · 32 Comments

An amerikan story.

i was a young one when James Byrd was dragged from the back of a truck in Jasper, Texas, 10 years ago.  i remember hearing it pass on the television and thinking to myself, even in that tender age of uncritical consciousness, “well, what do you expect?  this is amerika.” (more…)

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