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Whites Were The Original Niggers…

Sunday, October 21st, 2007

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BILLY X. SUNDAY school everyday at XXL Mag Dot Com

Instead of trying to stop people from using the word nigger we should be trying to have as many people use the word as possible. That is how you put the word in its proper place. For generations it has been a term of derision for African Americans and no Black people have been courageous enough to study the roots of the word. Not the Alex Haley ‘Roots’ which are powerful for sure, but the etymology roots, the beginnings, the genesis, the O.G. usage. It wasn’t a bad word in the beginning because it described someone’s occupation.

In America we have done such a good job of reconfiguring language that most of us don’t recognize what we are describing when we talk. That’s why your cousin Billy Sunday comes here to XXL Mag Dot Com. I come to bring the light to the dark. Not that Dark, because I don’t think he has the mental capacity to go in too deep. The dark in the figurative obfuscated sense. I imagine that’s why most of you come to these threads in the first place. You want someone to make some semblance of sense out of this fucked the fuck up American pie. Since you came through, let’s go in…

The roots of the word nigger are northern European. The Dutch settlers that came to America to find their fortune were land owners back in their old country. Who else would have the scrilla to contract a ship to bring them across the Atlantic? These wealthy land owners were enticed at the idea of the Americas being a land of gold and riches. In order to build their settlements and their communities over here similar to the establishments they held in Europe they had to bring their entire staff as well.

You don’t think they made their sons and daughters build their houses do you? That back breaking manual labor was the job for their indentured servants. The settlers charged their servants money to come over here. The idea was that the settler would grant their servants a plot of land to live and which to farm just as they did in the Netherlands or whatever they called that shit they came from. What the settlers realized was that there was a shitload of land here in the Americas and to settle all of it, because let’s be honest, when is white ever gonna be happy with just owning half of everything, they would need more laborers.

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The Indians were bad laborers. Now when I say Indians I am referring to the ancestors of the dudes that drink too much and own all the fucking casinos. Not the dudes that can’t hold down their liquor and own all the Qwik-E-Marts. Those are hindudes. We’ll get to them in a minute. The Indians were lousy servants because they had this funky attitude like “Why should we work for y’all motherfuckers when we was living here, eating deer, and minding our own business?” The settlers then decided to merc’k the Indians something like how the Red Sox are gonna kick Cleveland’s ass. Except the settlers did that shit more fly than the Red Sox. The settlers handed out blankets filled with smallpox.

Back to the issue at hand… Where would the settlers get more of the laborers and farmers that they need to capitalize on all the open space that the Indians were giving them? The key industry that made the Americas so valuable wasn’t so much precious metals or minerals, but agricultural products. Unlike Europe, which was mostly craggy and cold, the Americas were a fertile, healthy landscape where all types of plants, fruits and vegetables prospered in. You know how much cake you could make in Europe selling agricultural products? Wild amounts. The settlers needed bodies to help them stack that guap, ya’ dig?!? But even better than bodies, the settlers needed specialized farmers.

In the old country farmers were the backbone of the community. You could trust the man that spent his waking hours digging in the dirt or driving the team. The plowman was literally the salt of the Earth. This motherfucker walked behind the team of animals and by the end of the day he was up to his knees in shit and animal piss, because you can’t tell an ox or a mule when or where to shit and piss. They do that shit and it becomes fertilizer for the crops. That’s why the plowman can’t come into the house to eat. Mom dukes ain’t having that fool track animal shit all around the house. The plowman sits out back and gets his meals sent through the kitchen window. In Germany, or Deutschland, or whatever the fuck they called that shit, the plowman was called the negger. That described his job. That’s what the people called him. No big deal either, and keep in mind this is whites calling other whites this shit.

At that point in time the human condition didn’t separate themselves by skin complexion, but by language and respective nationality. The idea of using skintone as a system for separating people was adopted by the Europeans from the hindudes who had a setup that divided their priests from their farmers and manual laborers. The hindudes caste system appeared to the Europeans as social stratification according to skintone since the priests were essentially lighter skinned than the farmers. No big surprise to me though since the farmers were outdoors all of the time. Anyhoo, the Europeans never really bother to ask questions about shit they don’t understand, they shoot first and let God do all the sorting and paperwork. The Europeans needed farmers in the Americas and there were some damn good farmers in Africa, or Nubia, or whatever the fuck they called that shit back then. The Europeans had found their neggers.

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At that time the Europeans from the north called dark skinned people Schwarz. That’s the Deutschland word for black. The Europeans struck a deal with the a-rabs from the Mediterraenean region to deliver them some of the best farmers and laborers from the fertile regions inside central Africa, or Nubia, or… You know where the fuck I’m talking about. The a-rabs have been doing this slave ship since the Code of Hammurabi days so that was nothing for them. The a-rabs were slick and they played the Africans against one another. They basically had the Hebrew farmers in the central region stuck up by the gentile Africans. Most of you so-called Black people here in America are actually Jews, but that is a whole ‘nother Sunday school drop.

Check this foxy shit out… White don’t play that shit when it comes to keeping his stacks in order. Why you think he labeled an area of Africa the ivory coast? Or the gold coast? Because that is where he steals that shit from. That dude is so hardbody that he labels the map to tell him where to go to get the natural resource he wants. He labeled a whole region in central Africa NEGGER because that was the shit he was mining from that region. Negger eventually begets Niger just like tomatoe begets tomato. They are the same things no matter how they are spelled now. Shitloads of schwarze neggers are brought to the Americas from Africa.

FYI, Billy X. Sunday Fun Fact: Schwarze Negger = Black Plowman

Back to the lesson… The schwarze naggers aren’t just brought to America for their agricultural skills and their labor. They are brought here under a systemic organized platform of terror. Families are purposely separated. People from the same ‘hood are also divided and deposited in different areas. There was never a system of slavery on this planet that treated the human with such an utter lack of humanity. Being a plowman was never this bad. America’s neggers were the beasts of burden and not the oxen. Let’s face it though. If you are gonna do some shit that is fucked the fuck up you might as well do it like you’re doing it for t.v. Despite all the bullshit these neggers perservered. I call that God’s sense of grace, because there were millions of people that didn’t survive the four months at sea in the cramped hull of a boat while they slept in their shit, piss, vomit and blood. If you ended up in America you were meant to be here.

Fast forward past all that Civil War shit to the time in America when manufacturing and industrialization supplanted agriculture as the steam machine that powered our GDP/GNP. America began to develop a class of people that were not land owners nor farmers. The people that still worked in agriculture typically did not own the lands that they labored upon. There were African Americans that were becoming educated and even land owners themselves. This is when the word nigger becomes a slur. It no longer describes the persons occupation, but in a manner it assigns a caste to the person. To tell someone that no matter how straight their hair is, or how fancy their clothes are they will always be subservient is a statement of social mobility.

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The word nigger was used mostly by the transplanted immigrants from Germany and Ireland. They escaped famine and disease in their former homelands only to find that America was not so much the land of wealth as it was the land where you maintained a racial hegemony. If you didn’t maintain this color line you jeopardized your possibility at achieving the ultimate cultural lottery ticket which was to step into the ruling class. This is how supremacy works and it is the obligation of white to keep this shit rocking or else we could have a chink as the president one day. Yeah racism sucks wild balls, but what other choices do we have? I don’t care who your favorite rapper is, racism, and the word nigger is here to stay.

The reason I give you this drop today is to support NaSir Jones and the projected title of his latest album. White created the word nigger and they used to call each other the word too. Most likely as a term of affection I might add. I can see some old European land owner standing on his porch and looking over his land as Johann or Bernhard or whatever the fuck his name was worked in the field. That’s when the land owner would say to his fellow land owner, “Johann is my nigger.” I don’t think it’s right to forbid white from using the word nigger, especially not from forbidding him to call other white nigger either. How else are white going to be able to request the title track from NaS’ new album on the radio? You know white is going to be buying that shit too.

Now that we have agreed on the name for NaS’ new album can we help my nigga select some beats?

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POLITRICKS 2008: Septugenarian Stick-Up Kids

Wednesday, October 17th, 2007

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I’m thinking about tagging my political news on this website “Laugh Now, Cry Later”. That’s the truth about our political system and the more I learn the more I want to kill myself to find out what awaits me on the other side. Shit over here is so fucked the fuck up and the people with the means to make it less so don’t have the will or the commitment to reverse the direction.

I’m sure that most of you are aware of the fact that the U.S. resides in a woeful deficit that has compromised the value of our money so much that Canadian dollars are now worth more. All hell will break lose when the peso supplants the dollar. I imagine that we will be waist deep in the throes of an all out racial war by that time in order to keep our minds pre-occupied from the fact that we were bought and sold a generation ago. All this doom and gloom might be overstated if I couldn’t see the handwriting on the wall.

First Baby Boomer Applies For Social Security

Baby Boomers are the children of America’s so-called ‘Greatest Generation’. Their parents weathered the Great Depression of the 1930’s and also fought in the second World War. The Baby Boomers were America’s largest growth in population and the source of wealth for this country through their contributions in labor and resources, particularly their contribution to our tax base and our overwhelming debt ratio. Unlike their Depression era parents, Baby Boomers were actually rampant consumers. This same out of control consumption has been a trademark our Baby Boomer controlled government.

For the last forty years our government has spent more money than it has collected. The majority of these funds have been spent on militaristic projects like the Vietnam War, the arms race with Russia, the space program and the trillions of dollars given away as corporate welfare. In the meanwhile our education system has been dismantled and the social programs that provided vocational skillsets to our citizens have been dissolved to non-existence. We have been creating a permanent under-educated underclass. The next step will be a return to an economic feudal system. Start collecting Euros and don’t be surprised when you hear about grandparents doing stick ups and bank jobs in order to pay for their prescriptions.

I’m not crying a tear because our social security money has been spent on spy satellites and private security companies that kill Iraqis. Since I’m Black, I wasn’t going to live long enough to collect any benefits anyhoo.

BTW internets… EUGENE SAENGER is dead.

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SAENGER’s resume totally shits on Dr. JACK KERVORKIAN for his overall body count. The difference between the two was that SAENGER had a license to kill from the Pentagon. He was a radiology expert who tested the effects of intense dosages of radiation on human patients. Basically any poor Black that came into Cincinnati’s General Hospital between 1960 and 1971 was getting zapped by SAENGER until his assed was fried, died and laid to the side.

SAENGER handled his biz in the same spirit as the Tuskeegee Experiment from the 1950’s. The patients were never told that they were being killed slowly because some were being killed immediately. His actions in regards to debriefing patients and using the public hospital as the base for a highly classified military experiment brings not simply questions about this man’s ethics, but also his very morality. It looks like the Hippocratic Oath becomes hypocritical when in the hands of racists.

Good night good doctor, and good riddance.

Hip-Hop 2007: Art or Commercial Bullshiite?

Thursday, September 13th, 2007

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Editor’s note: BILLY SUNDAY doesn’t have too many friends at XXLMAG dot com because he writes shit like this…

I posed this very same question to readers at DALLAS PENN Dot Com two years ago after I read this dope piece in Vanity Fair about how the SugarHill Gang was formed. Did y’all know that them niggas didn’t even know each other from another blank nigga on the street? One of the dudes was a weedcarrier for GrandMaster Caz and stole that nigga’s rhymebook in order to create the song lyrics for ‘Rapper’s Delight’. In reality, the very first incarnation of rap music that was played on the radio was actually ghostwritten. The game was bullshit from out of the gate and I didn’t even know that much. All the producer, Sylvia Robinson knew was that jigs up in Harlem were snapping their fingers to this shit and she and her hsuband needed a hit record to pay back some of that mob money they owed from previous failed disco recordings.

Now ain’t that a bitch?!? Literally, and figuratively.

So all throughout my life the music that I used as my personal fucking soundtrack for when I wanted to get high, or get some pussy, or voice my social and political frustrations was merely a sham created to make me want to consume shit. Fuck! I hate when I get bamboozled. This is why I never believe Black people when they say anything. As soon as you turn your back that motherfucker will be trying to get money from you to line his pockets.

Fucking Run-DMC sold me a lifestyle that had me wanting shelltoe adidas and a black fedora hat. The Beastie Boys convinced me to invite my white friends over to party in the basement of my parents’ crib. Public Enemy had me wearing a stopwatch around my neck along with an African medallion. Slick Rick convinced me to buy a pair of Bally shoes. N.W.A. taught me not to give a fuck about a racist pig cop. A Tribe Called Quest said that it was cool to be Black and NOT be mired in poverty so that your mind could think of other shit like effing chicks. Yo-Yo made me want a broad with light green eyes. NaS reminded me all over again why I love this shit in the first place. All the while I’m being sold down the river.

I say all this to frame my feelings about the hyped up Hip-Hop that was officially released this week. Whether KanYe outsells Fifty, or vice versa, I hope every one of you that reads this drop buys both. Studies show that most of you won’t enter a polling station this November, but you will all spend hundreds of dollars between now and Election Day. Let your wallet be the hand on the lever and kindly vote to continue the charade of surreality that is rap music. I want to hear more songs of gun-slinging mayhem spoken by millionaires hermited away in sound studios on private mansions. I want to dance to more jams of available, intoxicated women recanted by people that couldn’t tell me what a woman even smelled like. This is the fantasy world that rap has always occupied from the minute it was first broadcast over the radio. And I don’t want it to stop.

I will remain faithful to the corporate ethos that has consumed Hip-Hop in it’s totality. I will spend all my wages on the items du jour. Spinning guns on my teeth, Louis Versolo on my ass, and candy paint on my 2008 Edsel SUV, sitting on 54 inch rims. I’m too far in to stop the fantasy so I might as well go hard since I can’t go home. Hip-Hop never had a home anyhoo. Shit was always on rented time. Standing back looking at KanYe and Fifty helped me realize this after all. KanYe’s desire for white bitches with no commitment or love, and Fifty’s lust for money with no conscience or social responsibility has illustrated to me that neither of these salesmen are artists in the first place. They are both just pitchmen for end of days lifestyles. What was I thinking before by trying to put on a cape and save Hip-Hop with my self-righteousness? The only way to save Hip-Hop is to spend all of my savings, and that starts with me going out and buying these two CD’s from the most expensive retailer I can find.

I want General Electric to see my vote loudly and clearly. Don’t stop the charade and parade of wanton imagery. I’ve built my life around this shit and I don’t want you to take it away now. More KanYe, more Fifty, more DipSet, more OutKast. Not so much Jeezy. More Redman, more Raekwon, and even [gasp] more Lil’ Wayne. I am ready to take the blue pill now (and possibly some purple ones too). Ignorance is bliss and I vote for Team Status Quo.

Stat Quo… Not so much.

CHOCOLATE SNOWFLAKE’s LABOR OF LOVE…

Monday, September 3rd, 2007

Every Labor Day millions of people descend on my neighborhood to celebrate the Caribbean tradition of Carnival.

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Between the music, the costumes, the food and the all-around good time, it’s easy to forget that Labor Day is a moment of reflection — one day out of 365 — in which we recognize how much we owe to those that came before us, those that stand beside us and those to whom the debt of our labors is passed on.

Of course there are official Labor Day parades in most cities and towns which celebrate the achievements and contributions of working people. But there are others — mothers, fathers, relatives, friends and neighbors — who bear the weight of carrying forward the social and cultural values that invisibly shape so much of our daily lives.

Creating and raising a family — no matter how you define it, whether it be inherited or selected — is work. There is no parents’ union to collect dues and make sure the love, care, attention, hope, faith and hard work that is put into the next generation pays off. There is also no question that someone, somewhere, cared enough about you and your future to invest in your wellbeing. If there were no such person, you would not be reading this blog right now, nor would I be writing it.

So I encourage everyone to make the time — today, or tomorrow, but don’t wait too long — to let the people who nurture, support, feed, and care for you know that you appreciate their presence in your life and value their labor.

It’s amazing how often we forget to say thank you, and how much it means when we do.

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TEARS OF A CLONE…

Friday, August 31st, 2007

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Yes, I hate the New York Times because they are supremacists.

Yes, I read that shit all the time because it is that necessary.

There was a story in the Sunday magazine about the undoing of our army inside Iraq because the troops were losing faith in their leaders. Generals were losing the trust of the ground troops because their leadership was suspect.

New York Times: Challenging the Generals

The problem is that from the top down these troops are being commanded by people with NO experience in combat. It starts at the very top of this Republican administration and filters down to all the people that have been selected to command. If this administration doesn’t believe in the effort enough to commit their own children what is the message that ends up with the troops?

If there was ever a time to pray for the young men and women that serve in the U.S. military now would be that time. As the forces in Iraq are digging in for a troop surge, and the Iraqis are still wild for the night, I pray that the U.S. soldiers can maintain their heads and come home safe. This shit is a long way from over with.