Woebeit reparations have become a popular raison d’être for made in America Africans to rant and rave about, as far as I’m concerned, a war is still going on whether we fight back or not. What I’m saying is, when it comes to reparations, we should adhere to the wisdom of Kenny Rogers, who advises The Gambler, “Don’t count your money until the game is done.”

In essence, in my own Outer Limits way I’ll be at war with this racist nation until somebody apologizes for making me pee on myself because I couldn’t use those White only toilets in 1940s’ downtown Houston. Reparations notwithstanding, my ancestors arrived on these shores (chained in the belly of slaveships) too.
Even so, unless those talking reparations know something I don’t, we’re still fighting the same war that African warriors declared when they got off the boat in the land of the free. So you brothers and sisters who surrendered might as well put those white handkerchief’s back on your nappy heads, because America’s centurions are still kicking our butts in the ‘hood, ergo, a war is still going on.

Hey, I’m sick and tired, of being sick and tired of fighting against impossible odds too, but until there’s justice, there just can’t be no peace. I would love for America to sit down and put a pencil on the centuries of inhumanity that was perpetrated upon my people. I’m as anxious to see how much America valued our ancestors’ services as any other made in America African buck. I’m particular curious to see the price that’s placed on services rendered by our beautiful, hot bodied sisters who warmed old massa’s bed on cold nights. Oops, there go that Twilight Zone theme again. Square business, I’m not poking fun at the reparation efforts.

Truth is, I’m sponsoring a youngster’s seat on the bus, when a contingent coordinated by NBUF make the historic National Rally for Reparations trek to Washington, D.C., on August 17, 2002. So perish the thought that I’m not down with my brothers and sisters or that I don’t have their backs. Then again, we’re surely not a monolithic people, because this old African warrior thinks more like Masai than Randall Robinson. Masai? Oh, either you ain’t a Burt Lancaster fan, or you failed to see his 1954 movie “Apache.” In the movie, Burt played the Indian warrior Masai, who escaped from the train carrying the renegade Apaches to a reservation in Florida and declared a one-man war on the United States.

Masai wasn’t down with the treaty that also included reparations, because he knew “the White eyes” spoke with forked tongues. Constitutional rights, Proclamation of Emancipation, Reconstruction, Affirmative Action or Civil Rights Act aside, there is a preponderance of evidence that old Masai was a lot sharper than made in America African’s intelligentsia who go for 2002 America’s okey doke today.
Dare I suggest that White folks are telling us, “Okay we owe you reparations, but we ain’t gonna give you nada.” So the question is, if reparations aren’t forthcoming, just what in the hell are we going to do about it? May I reiterate, as far as I’m concerned there’s a war still going on.

Hey, I know one mosquito can’t defeat a herd of elephants, but it can sure pester the hell out of them and even draw a little blood if it picks its spots. On the real side, the unconquerable African warriors have been pestering and drawing a little blood from America since they got off the boat and will continue to do so until justice and equality translates to peace. Conversely, as long as this racist, double standard nation continues to discriminate and justify their centurions who slaughter our young warriors in the ‘hood without recourse, there’s a war going on. And I don’t think we can even discuss reparations while a war is going on.
Especially when brothers and sisters in the ‘hood are burying their children, who are causalities of that ongoing war, as we speak. Need we even mention the prisons that are bulging with prisoners of war???

Lest we forget, White folks are still licking their wounds from their Civil War, so don’t count out a major racial uprising. Then again, since 9/11, I’m not about to say anything that could be considered a terrorist threat, so I won’t mention that a Black on White Civil War would be far more devastating than the Union vs. Confederate genocide. Hey, I don’t want to even think about an all out racial war.

Conversely, whether America admits it or not, if they’re the nation’s heart, Black folks damn sure is its soul. Truthfully, how can Black America be separated from White America and survive? Hark! Don’t you dare try to answer that question if you haven’t read Kahlil Gibran’s “Prophet.” To wit: “And this also, though the words lie heavy upon your hearts: The murdered is not unaccountable for his own murder, And the robbed is not blameless in being robbed. The righteous is not innocent of the deeds of the wicked, And the white-handed is not clean in the doings of the felon.

“Yea, the guilty is oftentimes the victim of the injured, And still more often the condemned is the burden bearer for the guiltless and unblamed. You cannot separate the just from the unjust and the good from the wicked; For they stand together before the face of the sun even as the black thread and the white are woven together.”

If profundity confounds you, allow me to break it down in Ebonics. Until White folks realize that America’s greatness is the result of Black folks’ blood, sweat and innovated ideas, there will be no justice and no peace.

Furthermore, stupid bigots should realize by now that discriminating against Black folks is tantamount to a NFL team trying to win the Super Bowl with their best players sitting on the bench. Alas, until foolish racists grasp the concept of spiritual warfare and political naïve Black folks grasp the concept of reparations, there will always be a war going on. I wonder if anybody knows where I’m coming from?