You know, it never fails. Soon as a Black man’s shot in the back (restrained or not) from a racist cop, who’s “feared for his life” homicidal actions have, yet, again, put him in the grave, here comes the usual suspects: Black Lives Matter at the forefront of the live cameras to soak up all of the energy, and refocusing it upon themselves instead of the numerous victims (us Black men) of corrupt police officers.
Straight-Up Jack Move
Oh, sure, first it was “Black Lives Matter,” an organization created and steer headed by everyone except us Black men. Then, of course, we had “All Lives Matter,” followed by “Blue Lives Matter,” all the way to the current “Black Trans Lives Matter,”respectively, which merely fans more hot air (pun intended) to an already blazing inferno that didn’t have anyone rushing in to extinguish it.
However, the power behind the Black tranny lives mattering has really crossed the line. And, no, I’m not transphobic. I’m not prejudice about their lifestyle but I do have issue with them pushing their agenda behind the cover of what supposed to be solely our movement.
Now I will admit to being horsesh*tphobic! Yeah, I’m allergic to the political manure being shoveled and piled so high, that I can’t breathe.
Because that’s exactly what these political high jackers have done: take away the thunder from what should’ve been an honorable, worthy movement to help us Black men. Yeah, we’re the ones whom are being executed on live video for the entire world to view.
We’ve endured this wholesale murder of our best for centuries. The last thing we don’t appreciate is outside organizations sneaking through the back door (pun not intended), merging their agenda with ours.
The same thing happen during the Civil Rights Era. Yeah, I know we remember how the NAACP (National Association for the Advancement of Colored People) just overshadowed the plight of Black American citizens more than hundred years ago.
It should’ve been the Advancement of Black People, not colored. I ain’t no freakin’ crayon.
Anyway, I know that some of you reading this article are probably asking yourselves what can be done to repair, shoot, I mean combat this ongoing onslaught. Or perhaps you’ve just thrown up both of your hands in disgust, feeling there’s absolutely nothing that we can do about it.
An uphill battle that can’t be won. And on the surface, it actually appears that way.
That is until now
Welcome to Black MEN Lives Matter! Yes, that’s right, I said it.
We’ve always mattered. However, everyone and their mama never seem to acknowledge this fact.
Well, let me tell you, those days are over. We’re no longer waiting or praying on anyone else to do for us what we can do for ourselves.
That sh*t’s played out like the Jheri Curl. And the last thing we need is another chemical activator.
Or should I say another lame activist group, whose real agenda doesn’t include us? Us being the heterosexual Black men of the United States and beyond.
Nowhere are we included in any mission statement for human rights. No righteousness for us.
No membership dues. No goofy songs or hashtags to memorize, just us, making a difference for our issues without adding everyone else.
And we’re not begging for pity.
We’re not minorities. We’re not statistics.
We’re not utilities. We’re not anyone’s scapegoat.
However, we’re Black men whom are frustrated and fed up with the so-called powers that be dictating, controlling our lives. Or better put, destroying us via a rogue justice system that caters to just about everyone but us straight Black men.
Don’t come at us like a political pimp, out to squeeze our collective vote. Because our vote’s for sale to the highest bidder.
We don’t want your worthless apologies. We don’t give a righteous ph*ck about another study on why racist cops are lynching us Black men wholesale in public places without fear of punishment.
All you can do now is just take two huge steps back, and stay out of our way. Why?
Because you no longer matter
We’re the sleeping giant who’s just awaken. And don’t expect us to return back to La La Land anytime soon.
So, all of you Black (insert group here) lives matter sects can just stop high jacking our narrative. Cease fire on that, and stick to your own movement without trampling all over ours.
Because like it or not, this is our thing, not yours. We Black men have always mattered.
Until next time, my Brothers, peace.
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