Turning point

Here's a drawing my 4 year old did of Ta-Nehisi Coates taking my wife to the what my daughter described as "the screaming room"

I asked her why she drew the picture, was it because she knew how important Mr. Coates was to me I enquired

"No" she said not looking up from her drawing. "I just wish he was my daddy. You are no good"

I cried. I cried like an ice sculpture whose face was melting. NEVER have I been so proud. Never before had I been proud at all. I had always hated my daughter. I hated her blonde hair the color of the gold stolen from the dispossessed people the world over. I hated her blue eyes that pierced like the bayonets of colonial invaders. I hated her white skin which seems to curdle before my eyes like the stale milk of some demonic cow.

But it was different now. Though she was not the brown child I had wanted she was at least a child that wanted to be brown. This I could love, I think, at least as much as it was right to love it.

I got up, dried my eyes, and placed my paperback copy of "Between me and the world" in my le coq sportif backpack. "This exquisite pain represents the birth of a new us" I said profoundly. Again, she did not look up from her drawing. I left for my tenants meeting smiling.

Firefighters are people too, bad fucking people says Ta-Nehisi Coates

Ta-Nehisi Coates weaves words of power that touch on the oft ignored threat posed to the black body by America's firefighters

"We arrived two months before September 11, 2001.....I suppose everyone who was in New York that day has a story. Here is mine: That evening, I stood on the roof of an apartment building with your mother, your aunt Chana, and her boyfriend, Jamal. So we were there on the roof, talking and taking in the sight—great plumes of smoke covered Manhattan Island. Everyone knew someone who knew someone who was missing. But looking out upon the ruins of America, my heart was cold...
I could see no difference between the officer who killed Prince Jones and the police who died, or the firefighters who died. They were not human to me. Black, white, or whatever, they were the menaces of nature; they were the fire, the comet, the storm, which could—with no justification—shatter my body."

The plumes of smoke and dust produced by the collapse of the twin towers may have obscured Ta-Nehisi Coates view of the horizon, but they did not obscure from him, not for one solitary second, the essential inhumanity and evil of America's firefighters.

New name for a new man

I always used to regard mathematics as the language of God. I still do but thanks to Ta-Nehisi Coates my understanding has deepened: Math may be the language of God but hiphop is the slang of God.

Its thanks to this that I am quitting my job as an accountant and becoming an emcee. All I need now is a name and in tribute I have decided to draw it from Coates new book "between the world and me"

the following are phrases from the book I am considering taking as my new emcee name

"Tenacious gravity"

"Dark spectrum"

"The Mecca"

"Majortarian bandit"

"Specimen of plunder"

"Galaxy imparted"

"Velocity of escape"

"Precious body

"Menaces of nature"

"the comet"

"eclectic tongue"

I'm leaning toward "eclectic tongue" at the moment but whatever I choose the rest shall make great titles for my mixtapes

Global warming - Ta-Nehisi Coates reveals the truth

Is global warming occurring because we're burning too much coal or not enough white people?

In his masterful new book "Between me and the world" Ta-Nehisi Coates provides an insight thus far neglected by the lab coated heirs of Tuskegee

"Once, the Dream’s parameters were caged by technology and by the limits of horsepower and wind. But the Dreamers have improved themselves, and the damming of seas for voltage, the extraction of coal, the transmuting of oil into food, have enabled an expansion in plunder with no known precedent. And this revolution has freed the Dreamers to plunder not just the bodies of humans but the body of the Earth itself. The Earth is not our creation. It has no respect for us. It has no use for us. And its vengeance is not the fire in the cities but the fire in the sky. Something more fierce than Marcus Garvey is riding on the whirlwind. Something more awful than all our African ancestors is rising with the seas. The two phenomena are known to each other. It was the cotton that passed through our chained hands that inaugurated this age. It is the flight from us that sent them sprawling into the subdivided woods. And the methods of transport through these new subdivisions, across the sprawl, is the automobile, the noose around the neck of the earth, and ultimately, the Dreamers themselves."

The world is warming not because of CO2 released into the earth but blood seeped into the ground. The world warms because Hell is racing to the surface. A hell that you have summoned and that you deserve

Ta-Nehisi Coates - star crossed lover man?

I shared the excerpt below because of its extraordinary power and earth shuddering effect it had on me but there is one thing about it I found puzzling. Why in a book to his son is Coates detailing his sexual escapades with a bitch from beyond the stars? then it struck me

Coates son is named Samori

Samori. Doesn't that sound, I don't know, a little alien to you? like, if you were watching a repeat of Babylon 5, the much underrated space drama of some years back, and an alien character had the name Samori it wouldnt seem out of place yet if he was named Bill or Hank you'd be all like "What the fuck?". In fact Samori sounds distinctly romulan to me. Now, I know the romulans are fictional race of alien from Star Trek but its perfectly feasible that not knowing the alien woman's true race Coates settled on such a name in tribute to her, Samori's REAL mother.

Now, I don't assert that this alien women Coates slept with is Samori's real mother. I just mention the possibility as something that would explain this curious inclusion, that perhaps he included it as subtle hint to Samori We can never know and that is one of the great majesties of Coates as a writer. Every bride of revelation comes accompanied by ten bridemaids of mystery and Coates is fine with that, no, he rejoices in it. He stuffs bouquets into those guns you use to fire t-shirts into the crowds at wrestling events and sprays the wedding party with abandon laughing manically like a crazy man shooting up a walmart with an AK.

Ta-Nehisi Coates dicks down a space bitch

I have been engrossed by Ta-Nehisi Coates new work "Between me and the world". Reading it is like having every part of you gathered up, rolled into a blunt and then smoked by some ethereal figure that is someone else and yet you at the same time. To become the blunt of yourself. To slide on a rainbow, running your fingers through the clouds as you go, landing at the bottom to find not a pot of gold but a pot of truth. THE pot of truth

The following passage epitomises the experience

"In my small apartment, she kissed me, and the ground opened up, swallowed me, buried me right there in that moment. How many awful poems did I write thinking of her? I know now what she was to me—the first glimpse of a space-bridge, a wormhole, a galactic portal off this bound and blind planet. She had seen other worlds, and she held the lineage of other worlds, spectacularly, in the vessel of her black body."

WHOA, b. Did you read that shit, money? did those word flow through your eyes right dead bang into the middle of your brain, homey? WHOA

This is the kind of thing that white privilege cuts you off from. These space hotties have been amongst us the whole time but I was too lost in my white world to see it.

But Ta-Nehisi Coates saw it - christ, brah - not only did he see it, he hit it! He filled the hoes wormhole no doubt. No point even asking her if the earth moved since we fucking bitches up in the troposphere right now. My boy Coates smashing galactic portals and fathering planets

Sadly, we dont get much more information on this marvellous space broad, not even whether she had good tits, but just this glimpse is enough to birth a 1000 questions, to open up paths to places I never even knew existed. This book is filled with passages like this. Passages I have started this blog to explore and share. Passages that will author the end of all this wretched whiteness that drowns the world in its evil