We were forced to pick your cotton and plant your tobacco, in America and the West Indies, for the better part of 247 years (1619-1866), and you gave the Indians the casinos. They reconnoitered your progression along the Oregon Trail, isolated your wagons, scalped and killed your men and boys and raped your women and girls, also slaughtering the ones they did not keep, and you placed them safely away from your settlements on reservations. We were demeaned, raped, beaten, flailed, hung and killed yet, in a collective unison, we diligently continued to enhance your wealth and civilization, albeit under the harshest panorama of involuntary servitude ever known to man for hundreds of years. For over three milleniums, we were conditioned and subjugated, in such
ways, so as not to know or appreciate the ideal of true manhood. From the bushes and trees of the forest, those same first-nation tribesmen, watched slaves labor in the fields, under excruciating circumstances, and never discovered a willingness to help us escape our fate, master the land and fight our common enemy. Instead, they jumped down from those very same trees and rustled forth from the bushes and did "rain dances" on our graves. Such is the adage "the enemy of my enemy is my enemy as well." Now today, we have been cajoled into not wanting to be men at all. It is a spurious survival mechanism which switches on innately within many of our black men that, inorder to survive the physical realities and emotional conflicts posed by the residuals of white supremacy, that we have to become emasculated. Oddly enough, our women have acquiesced to a similar complex, in reverse, and are seeking out masculinity or are enablers at polarizing the feminization of black men. The unreality of the black family as a centrifuge, for a stable growth inducing social construct, has always been a tenable proposition within American culture. Early American society did not view blacks as members of the human race. Following emancipation, there were still a litany of social, economic, political and legal barriers which kept blacks relegated as "second class citizens" in the United States. The contemporary effusion of rising identity models have eviscerated the African American culture, to the extent that being a gay man is stylized and valued, above foundational questions surrounding race and the survival of our genetic traits, in pursuit of a type of black societal hegemony. The black family is severly in decline. Birth rates are at all time record lows, incaceration and homicide metrics outpace every other ethnic group and the emergence of the gay revolution, among black men, has our race asphixiated and gasping for life. We are indeed in devolution as black men. And we are still serving the same god that kept us on those plantations for all those years. Kirk KaPeace Gillums-El ❣️ TRIPPLE OG KILLA SHINE 💯 DISCLAIMER: Kirk KaPeace Gillums is a fantasy/fiction writer and social commentator. His writings explore the complex outcomes, effects and impacts of contemporary social dynamics on Western societal and cultural expressions.










































































