Jim Palmer

BallAndChain

Stockholm syndrome, or capture-bonding, is a psychological phenomenon in which hostages express empathy and sympathy and have positive feelings toward their captors, sometimes to the point of defending and identifying with them. Has institutional Christianity become this?

“Faced by someone promising to do them harm if they didn’t do as they say, most people would at least regard such a person as the enemy. Institutional Christianity, however, embraces this “person” as God. They praise and adore him, and even worship this God who has promised them eternal suffering if they don’t do as he says. They bow their heads in thanks, praising him for giving them a way out of the trap he has set for them.

Some expressions of religion bring Stockholm Syndrome to mind.

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From young she was told she would go far

Before her lips ever even parted, people assumed she would amaze the world with her beauty

Men formed lines to see what she would say

Whenever she spoke

She was adored

And no one knew why they adored her.

They just looked on and she passed them by

As if to say “I hate you, for being so beautiful”

She carried her bags on buses

Combed her hair with cheap combs with teeth missing

One day she bought a book about loneliness

The cashier snickered as she read the title.

“You want me to tell you about loneliness?”

She smiled and grabbed her bag off the counter

No one needed to teach her, she knew it by name

No one saw past her big titts, long hair and nice ass

She was born in the twilight

nothing more than a shadowy figure

But she was never the woman to be called upon for more

Her bags still went uncarried

She stumbled down New York city blocks

toting all of her luggage

She was friendly with all of the homeless

And she would often pass by the construction workers, and give a little nod of the head

They would watch her until she disappeared into the distance

until the New York smog swallowed up her silhouette

The only family she had left was a little sister with whom she had been estranged for 4 years

ever since her brother in law forced himself on her.

She knew he was the only good thing her sister felt she had

She’d been jealous of her most of their life

She wasn’t born with the beauty her sister was bestowed.

All she had was him

So she walked out of the lives of them both.

The places she slept stunk of rotten food and dead animals

Old run down motels

And park benches

After slipping out the back door of a million dollar house,

nearly falling into the pool

or on occasion, attacked by a neighbors dog.

No matter how big the diamond she wore,

she would peer out into the sea of wives

and realize that their diamonds were bigger; shinier and worth more

No one saw her tears

because she hid behind a doll face

and a permanently fake smile, that lit up rooms

like a luminescent light 

But she got bored with her life

The turning of the same key, belonging to the same door,

where the same empty bed awaited her every night.

Pills were there

Cocaine was there

Jack Daniels and Captain Morgan were the closest to love that she ever got

She’d fuck Jack in the morning

and the Captain was her night time fling

taking her in and out of the only ecstasy she’s ever known

And she was willing

She didn’t even remove her panties to masturbate

She secretly hated the body that everyone else found a reason to love so much

Her sheets smelled of men’s cologne with a touch of shampoo on her pillow cases

She was looked over

and seen through

She was translucent

Everyone wanted her face

No one wanted her broken life

 

Random Re-Entry

Posted: May 29, 2014 in Uncategorized

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I know it’s been quite sometime since anyone of you have heard anything from me. Contrary to popular belief, I am not going to come up with some clever reason why I’ve been gone, honestly I don’t really have any excuses at all.

I think the best way to describe my absence is to say that I needed a mental and emotional hiatus.

… or there is always.

I’ve been buried in seeking

I have been trying to find my happy place

I found myself in a place a longing

I was grabbing for the very last thing that I thought I had left

It always amazes me that the longer you live, the more you learn that everything that you thought

could be

or would be

or was even a possibility

slips farther off in the distance.

Heartbreak is almost inevitable

tear soaked pillows are what life is about.

Somehow I made it back to the very place I have been working tirelessly to avoid for over 3 years.

my thoughts and emotions are scattered

and I writing from a place of complete despair

But I have earned enough about to life to know that pain is just as much apart of it as joy..

maybe even more.

Pain confounds us

Builds character

It teaches us to be afraid of touching the oven while it’s hot.

No more running to the sink and running cold water over our hands

we’ve learned our lesson

And yes; it was painful

But at least

we learned

I thought I would be better this time.

I thought that I had grown a little more.

I felt like I was a little bit stronger than before..

Turns out that I am a little weaker than before.

Maybe just a little less suspecting of where the pin would generate from.

But here I am

and I am still standing

So that means that I am doing just fine

and even though at times I feel like death

I know that this is typically the time that I pick myself up and run faster than ever before.

 

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It seems like that I had no time

It seems like time just stopped inside my ear

It seems like it stood still

I was frozen

frozen in time

in a moment

caught tightly within the grasp of a timeless place

measured only by the amount of heart beats I lost

I counted how many times my panties got wet

How many times I smelled the musty stench of New York streets

I felt lost inside the walls of my own mind

Too quiet a place to think

I needed noise

and noise never came

Grey mountains that obstructed my vision; not majestic.

No magic to it at all actually

Just men

Stronger and weaker at the same time

And I believe that I am free

even though I have never known freedom of any kind

My feet are blistering

At times I feel like walking is an impossible task.

Razors beneath me

Destination far off in the distance.

Like always no easy road

no taxis

no good Samaritans; in my book 

Just grey coated clouds, covering the sky above me.

and my walk of shame lasted longer than most

I walked my shameful body off of a ledge

and jumped.

And now the streets are covered in the organs I once used to live

Usually, I’d care

Let them scavenge like hungry mongrels over the little of me that remains

Fight like dogs

Hungry for blood….. Like the gods they serve

Spitting image of only themselves

 

 

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Ok, so I have kept quiet for quite some time about this whole Travyvon Martin trial, in large part due to the fact that I hadn’t really formed much of an opinion until just recently.

Before I offer up an opinion on this particular subject I would like to first say that I work at a woman’s shelter located in the heart of Overtown, in Miami, Florida.

For those of you that are unfamiliar with where this particular place is, just turn on A&E Thursday nights. Just about every episode of the show First48 is filmed there.

Don’t get me wrong, while I do love the show, at times it is a bit hard to watch. A young black or Hispanic man is gunned down in just about every episode as well.

It is truly sad.

However, it is a culture; one that has been adopted by the people who live in these impoverished areas. In every episode the detectives’ are stuck with the almost impossible task of finding killers. The neighborhood won’t talk; the people who witnessed the crimes being done won’t talk and everyone just goes on about their life almost instantly after a murder has been committed.
Even some of the women that frequent the center that I work in, are themselves victims to losing the homes they put up as collateral to pay their boyfriends/sons’/brothers/uncles bond.

I met a woman a little under a month ago that lost all four of her sons to gun violence. She openly admitted that after the first one got killed in 1993, she knew that the other three would follow shortly thereafter. She went on to say that just about every woman in her community had lost someone dear to them in the same capacity.

This is the part of black culture that troubles me, our young black men and their propensity for violence, drug activity and overall crime. That is not to say that every young black man has fallen victim to these statistics, but many have.

I am also not blind to the fact that there are a lot of circumstances surrounding the statistics.

1. Lack of education
2. Lack of proper health care and nutrition
3. Religious indoctrination (see Religion;The Black Plague)
4. Poverty

The list could honestly go on and on. I am not making excuses, but I am stating facts. Where there is little education, there is little opportunity, where there is little opportunity, there is little money, where there is little money there is increased crime. It is my strong belief that if we start to properly educate, feed and tend to the health care needs of the black community, in time; some of the everyday problems (like crime) will begin to lower.

I would love to go on and on about the current state of the black community, which I so often do. But this blog is not about that.

This blog is specifically about my opinion on Trayvon Martin.

After I heard about what happened to Trayvon, I immediately started trying to contact the family to offer my condolences. After several unsuccessful weeks, I finally reached a cousin, who told me that the family had received my card, flowers and monetary donation to help with funeral expenses. This was exactly a month before the media had gotten a hold of the story.

Every day I googled to see if any new information had hit the air, if this guy “Zimmerman” was really going to walk? This was before they released any information about what had happened or why? I assumed it was another case of ‘profiling’; after all we have so many cases just like that here in the state of Florida.
I can tell you what there wasn’t.

An angry mob forming outside of city hall, or the police stations, shirts, hoodies, tea cans or skittles.
Outside was quiet.

Accept for the occasional sound of people that patronize the liquor store on a daily basis, and the loud music of passersby. But surprisingly, nothing had changed. Just about everybody now knew about what had happened in our state, yet no one was outraged.
I was listening to the radio one day and heard that Reverend AL was on his way to Florida. Great, I’m certain he will bring the black civil rights Calvary with him, right? Now we can finally get some “Justice For Trayvon”.

After the day his public speech aired on the news, the streets were paved with more Trayvon supporters. Suddenly, everyone was angry; everyone had an opinion about how young black boys are being gunned down by “creepy crackers’”.
The same people who for years looked on as young black men were gunned down in their neighborhoods, street corners and sometimes on their doorsteps, were suddenly revved up enough to fight for justice?

The same individuals who turned countless police officers away from their houses because “I aint seen nothing”?
The same individuals who allowed their playgrounds, recreational parks and even schools to be overrun by thugs, drug dealers and gang bangers?
Say it aint so?

I wanted to walk down the street with a T-shirt that read “Oh, Now You’re Mad??”

The more people I saw creep their way out from under the rock of complacency, the angrier I became.
I don’t in anyway condone what Zimmerman did to Trayvon, but exactly how many Zimmerman’s’ are there, compared to TaQuans, Big Slims and Lil Fizz’ out here?

In the 513 days between Trayvon dying, and the Zimmerman verdict, 11,106 African Americans have been murdered by other African-Americans.

Mind me asking, where is the rally for these individuals, and more importantly, where is their justice?
Why has it become our culture to accept violence within our community, as long as it’s perpetrated by someone else also within the community?

This is what Jamelle Bouie from The Daily Beast had to say…

Overall, figures from a variety of institutions—including the Federal Bureau of Investigation and the Bureau of Justice Statistics—show that among black youth, rates of robbery and serious property offenses are at their lowest rates in 40 years, as are rates of violent crime and victimization. And while it’s true that young black men are a disproportionate share of the nation’s murder victims, it’s hard to disentangle this from the stew of hyper-segregation (often a result of deliberate policies), entrenched poverty, and nonexistent economic opportunities that characterizes a substantial number of black communities. Hence the countless inner-city anti-violence groups that focus on creating opportunity for young, disadvantaged African-Americans, through education, mentoring, and community programs. Blacks care intensely about the violence that happens in their communities. After all, they have to live with it.”

Do they Jamelle?

…Because from where I stand, it looks a lot like unconcern.
Every time someone looks the other way when a robbery happens right in front of them, even if they know the person that did it, that’s your idea of “intensely concerned”?

Furthermore, a lot of those statistics are due to the overwhelming amount of black men that have now been incarcerated for various crimes. The judicial system now has an answer… Lock um’ up and throw away the key. None of the circumstantial barriers that contribute to the reasons why African American men commit crime are weighing upon the minds of those who sit in the jury box or sling the gavel.

All they see is young, black and violent; an entity that need be extinguished.

Lastly, I will say that although I work in the inner city, I am fortunate enough to not have to live there. I, like many other Hispanics and Blacks, have opted for middle class living in a nearby Miami suburb, where the neighborhoods’ are gated, the streets are heavily patrolled, the schools are A-1, and they have plenty of recreation for children, from babies to late teens.
My son will never know the struggles of those living in these kinds of conditions. I work very hard so that he can eat right, get a good education and stay staff. That doesn’t mean that these kinds of neighborhoods don’t come with their own set of difficult circumstances. Drugs are, and always be an issue in the suburbs of America. A lot of which can be found in the comfort of one’s own home, in moms medicine cabinet.

But there is something about the application of opportunity that makes the entire difference. When given a choice to stay or go, or even provided an opportunity to retreat, most if not all would choose to go, be better, do better and act better.

My heart still goes out to the Martin Family. I wouldn’t wish that kind of heartbreak on anyone’s family. I certainly can sympathize, having a son to care for and love, myself.
But if we are to ever cure what ails our community, we must first set the example within our community. We have to make the violence that happens all around us UNACCEPTABLE!!!
We have to begin to work with the police officers and not against them.

We have to stand up to those in the community that are committing the crimes, and tell them they are NO LONGER WELCOME!!
Until this happens in every hood, in every city, in every state in this country, we will still be faced with statistics like we have in the past.

Let your hooded sweatshirt represent more than just Trayvon.
Let it represent the countless men that have been murdered in your community.

Let it represent your willingness to do what needs to be done, for it to stop!

Written by: Atheo Priestess

Evil Evil Bible

Posted: July 3, 2013 in Uncategorized

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On Punishing

‘Immorality’

Leviticus 20:9

If anyone curses his father or mother, he must be put to death.

Leviticus 20:10

If a man commits adultery with another man’s wife—with the wife of his neighbor—both the adulterer and the adulteress must be put to death.

Leviticus 20:13

If a man lies with a man as one lies with a woman, both of them have done what is detestable. They must be put to death.

Deuteronomy 22:20-1

If, however, the charge is true and no proof of the girl’s virginity can be found, she shall be brought to the door of her father’s house and there the men of her town shall stone her to death. She has done a disgraceful thing in Israel by being promiscuous while still in her father’s house.

Exodus 35:2

For six days, work is to be done, but the seventh day shall be your holy day, a Sabbath of rest to the LORD. Whoever does any work on it must be put to death.

On Destroying Other People

Deuteronomy 7:1-2

When the Lord your God brings you into the land you are entering to possess and drives out before you many nations . . . then you must destroy them totally. Make no treaty with them, and show them no mercy.

Deuteronomy 20:10-17

When you march up to attack a city, make its people an offer of peace. If they accept and open their gates, all the people in it shall be subject to forced labor and shall work for you. If they refuse to make peace and they engage you in battle, lay siege to that city. When the Lord your God delivers it into your hand, put to the sword all the men in it. As for the women, the children, the livestock and everything else in the city, you may take these as plunder for yourselves. . . . This is how you are to treat all the cities that are at a distance from you and do not belong to the nations nearby.     
However, in the cities of the nations the Lord your God is giving you as an inheritance, do not leave alive anything that breathes. Completely destroy them—the Hittites, Amorites, Canaanites, Perizzites, Hivites and Jebusites—as the Lord your God has commanded you.

On the Evil of Biblical Law

Ezekiel 20:25-26

I also gave them over to statutes that were not good and laws they could not live by; I let them become defiled through their gifts—the sacrifice of every firstborn—that I might fill them with horror so they would know that I am the LORD.

On Slavery & Subjugation of Women

Ephesians 5:22-24 

Wives, submit to your husbands as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything.

Exodus 21:20-21

If a man beats his male or female slave with a rod and the slave dies as a direct result, he must be punished, but he is not to be punished if the slave gets up after a day or two, since the slave is his property.

1 Peter 2:13

Submit yourselves for the Lord’s sake to every authority instituted among men.

1 Peter 2:18

Slaves, submit yourselves to your masters with all respect, not only to those who are good and considerate, but also to those who are harsh.

Leviticus 25:44-45

Your male and female slaves are to come from the nations around you; from them you may buy slaves. You may also buy some of the temporary residents living among you and members of their clans born in your country, and they will become your property.

Jesus, on His Second Coming

Matthew 24:29-34

[T]he sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light; the stars will fall from the sky, and the heavenly bodies will be shaken. . . . They will see the Son of Man coming on the clouds of the sky, with power and great glory. . . . I tell you the truth, this generation will certainly not pass away until all these things have happened.[Emphasis added.]

Matthew 16:27-28

For the Son of Man is going to come in his Father’s glory with his angels, and then he will reward each person according to what he has done. I tell you the truth, some who are standing here will not taste death before they see the Son of Man coming in his kingdom.

Scientific Errors

(1) Rabbits don’t chew cud.

Deuteronomy 14:6-7

You may eat any animal that has a split hoof divided in two and that chews the cud. However, of those that chew the cud or that have a split hoof completely divided you may not eat the camel, the rabbit, or the coney.

(2) No insects are 4-legged  (including grasshoppers)

Leviticus 11:20-22

All flying insects that walk on all fours are to be detestable to you. There are, however, some winged creatures that walk on all fIRS that you may eat: those that have jointed legs for hopping on the ground. Of these you may eat any kind of locust, katydid, cricket or grasshopper.

(3) This is only possible on a flat earth.

Matthew 4:8

Again the devil took him to a very high mountain and showed him all the kingdoms of the world and their splendor.

(4) pi does not = 3.

1 Kings 7:23

He made the Sea of cast metal, circular in shape, measuring ten cubits from rim to rim . . . It took a line of thirty cubits to measure around it.

(5) The earth moves. It does not have a foundation.

Psalms 104:5

He set the earth on its foundations; it can never be moved.

Selected Contradictions

(1)

2 Kings 2:11

As they were walking along and talking together, suddenly a chariot of fire and horses of fire appeared and separated the two of them, and Elijah went up to heaven in a whirlwind.

John 3:13

No one has ever gone into heaven except the one who came from heaven—the Son of Man.

(2)

Numbers 23:19

God is not a man, that he should lie, nor a son of man, that he should change his mind.

Exodus 32:14

Then the Lord relented and did not bring on his people the disaster he had threatened.

(3)

Ephesians 2:8-9

For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith . . . not by works.

James 2:14-17

What good is it, my brothers, if a man claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save him? . . . Faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.

Revelation 22:12

Behold, I am coming soon! My reward is with me, and I will give to everyone according to what he has done.

(4)

(Jesus speaking)

Matthew 5:16

Let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your father in heaven.

Matthew 6:1

Be careful not to do your ‘acts of righteousness’ before men, to be seen by them.

(5)

(Jesus speaking)

John 14:27

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you.

Matthew 10:34

Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.

(6)

Genesis 32:30

So Jacob called the place Peniel, saying, “It is because I saw God face to face, and my life was preserved.”

Exodus 33:11

The Lord would speak to Moses face to face, as a man speaks with his friend.

John 1:18

No one has ever seen God.

(7)

(Jesus speaking)

John 5:31

If I testify about myself, my testimony is not valid.

John 8:14

Even if I testify on my own behalf, my testimony is valid.

(Just the few things I’ve highlighted are more than enough to see how scientifically and morally wrong the Bible is.. I can’t not believe that people still follow this crap in 2013… Wake up little lambs..)

Thinking Beauty

On The Brink

Posted: June 23, 2013 in Uncategorized

On the brink
Of hunger’s needing
Deeply debted
To its pleading

Sharpened tongue
It hovers near
Nightmare’s vivid
Past is clear

Opened wound
The pain is throbbing
Dearest woman Dies from sobbing

Candle light
To guide my way
Do I run?
Or will I stay?

Vapors of your
Love embracing
Fear, at last
Is worth the facing

Calm me now
My day be done
Infidels the night
Have won

No curse
No prayer
No hope can carry
No soul goes on
With body buried

No god to
Greet me near a gate
No burning hell
Will be my fate

Just mine story
Will suffice
No book need
Tell me to be nice

For now my heart
Is ever breaking
The con of man
Is ever taking

Command their hearts
To burst in fear
Tell them that
It’s god they hear

But as the world
Is steady turning
Cannot stop
The young from learning

The water chased
You to your roofs
Hid tightly in
Your bosom; truths

Beware the brink
His power thrusting
Uncovered secrets
Curbs the trusting

He turns away
He turns away
Horizon, is a brand new day.

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Religion; the Black Plague

When did the course of the black community take a turn for the worse?
Some would argue that it happened during enslavement; black men being ripped from their families and put on display like cattle.

But some would also argue that as the new era of gangsta rap was ushered in, so was the era of mental and physical degradation by modern day African American men; projected towards mothers, sisters, daughters and wives.

Unfortunately, both would be right.

The propensity for promiscuity, violence and fathering children with multiple women, is a trait our men inherited from slavery. Black men were literally stripped from the arms of their loving wives and forced to have sex with other black women, in efforts to breed the perfect slave. The more muscular the slave, the more likely they were to breed many times over.

But who can ignore the popular 90’s group ‘2 Live Crew’ whose albums include ‘Pop That Pussy’ and Hoochie Mama’? Black women danced on as lyrics like “Shake what yo mama gave ya” and “she’s a hoe” played on our cassette players and boom boxes, never stopping to think about the emotional and mental scars black men were inflicting on our character.

There was an era in which black men treated their Nubian queens with the same amount of respect that they gave their mothers. Daughters looked to their fathers as an example for how a man should treat a woman, and the black man cared very deeply about how he was perceived in his community and in his home.

Things have now become quite the opposite. The United States Child Support System is overwhelmed with thousands of new cases daily. Black women from the ages of 13-40, pleading with the court to force the father of their children to (at the very least) help meet the financial needs of the child. That very same system is also exploited by many women as well, who use it as leverage against ex-boyfriends or past sexual partners, as a way to extort money.

It’s not hard to see that both sides of the isle are nursing mental wounds, while continuing to get cut in this nasty battle of the black sexes.

The question is: how can we begin to heal, settle our differences once and for all and finally work together to make a better future for our children?

The affect music has on self image:

A young beautiful dark skinned girl listens on as Lil Wayne says: “I need a long hair, thick red-bone”.

A skinny girl listens on as 2 Chainz says: “All I need for my birthday is a big booty hoe”.

What happens to how they see themselves, already suffering from inadequacies as teenage girls often do? She lives in a community that idolizes men who are specific about the kind of women they find physically attractive. And there is a very small margin for error. You must be a specific color, size and height, with a specific hair length and style.

Black women come in many different shades and sizes, so most of us fall outside this very specific spectrum of beauty. So in efforts to achieve acceptance, some women have gone through the drastic measures of bleaching their skin and risking their lives to undergo some very dangerous procedures.

All of this is brought on by a society that frowns upon black women wearing their hair the way it grows out of their head and loving the bodies that they have (either through childbirth or genetics) been bestowed. It’s almost as if the overall objective is to be as close in appearance to the women on the covers of magazines and on video screens.

This kind of verbally abusive music doesn’t only affect black women; it also greatly affects black men. How much music do we hear on the radio that makes getting an education and falling in love, look half as desirable as selling drugs and objectifying women?

Almost every genre of black music has been hit with men and women buying into an overall stereotype. One that has for too long made us seem worth little more than the crack our men cook up in kitchens and the babies our women pop out left and right.

This young black boy grows up admiring the black men in his community that have the flashiest cars and the most women. They represent achievement and that is who he aspires to be. The thought of going to college, or even finishing high school is unachievable for boys like him. In some cases the family has immediate needs that have to be met, so in the absence of his father, he goes out to do what he knows will bring in fast money.

All the while his mind is filled with visions of expensive cars, fancy houses and exotic women.

But what most entertainers/musicians will never admit to, is that hardly any of the money used to finance their luxurious lifestyle, was made in the manner that is often depicted in their videos and music. It is an image that is sold to our community via the people who market these artists to the mainstream public.

Furthermore, most of the luxury cars seen in these videos don’t actually belong to the artist. Most of the exotic women are ‘rented’ too; the kind of women who wouldn’t be caught dead with black men, if it weren’t for the paycheck. But still they put on the clown act, and we try to mimic the deceptive images fed to us on the TV screen and in the magazines.

I know it has been said before, but I still continue to think that entertainers do bare some of the responsibility. They must understand that every time they release a song that objectifies a woman or places the value of certain women above others, it causes damage to the women and men that listen to it.
Even if they don’t know they are being damaged at the time. In some cases darker toned women develop a nasty dislike for their lighter toned black sisters, an emotion that was also birthed in the midst of slavery and carried down through the years. The same can be said of the lighter toned women, treating their darker toned black sisters as if they are beneath them or is not equal to them in worth.

Our music will either begin to break these stigmas down or it will continue to uphold these harmful ideologies for the purpose of making money.

While I do agree that the artist and entertainers do have some responsibility, I feel that most of the responsibility lies in the hands of the parents. I realize that our children come to an age where trying to redirect their attention from the many influences that exist, is nearly impossible. I think that waiting until your child is entering their teenage years to take action is too late. Avoiding music that is degrading to any group of people should be taught at an early age. But often times the women who are raising young boys in this day and age don’t see anything wrong with letting them listen to T.I, Rick Ross and Kirko Bangz. Don’t get me wrong, these are all very good artist, when playing to an age appropriate group.

A history of violence

This is a debate that has been had time and time again. In the wake of one of our nations most horrifying tragedies, where 20 innocent children fell victim to a mentally ill young man with a high powered assault rifle, we are still trying to put the pieces together.

How and why did this happen?

For years and years we have been losing one black child after the other to gang violence, police brutality, turf wars and black on black crime.

Cities like Detroit and Chicago face these issues on a daily basis. The time to act on gun violence was years ago, and I am saddened that it took for our nation to arrive upon such a senseless tragedy, in order for those higher up to see the extent of a problem that has plagued the black community for sometime now.

Detroit’s murder rate has jumped 5.2 percent from 2011 to 2012, after a string of homicides had left 20 people dead in 10 days.
A Detroit Police Department report stated 261 homicides have been counted in the city since the beginning of the 2012 year, compared to 250 during the same time period in 2011. In the same period, 863 non-fatal shootings occurred, 23 fewer than in 2011. But on the day the report was published, two more fatal shootings took place, bringing the murder tally up to 263 since January 2012.

I know that each individual city dealing with these kind of homicide numbers, have developed special task force specifically to deal with this ongoing cycle of black on black violence. But the truth is; it has never reached the ears of such high up officials as the Newtown tragedy. This is in large part due to the communities that these types of crimes take place in.
The fight for safer schools and safer sidewalks has often times fallen on deaf ears on Capital Hill, so it has caused for most to become accustom to living in these conditions. A failure to act promptly on behalf of the victims and their families has perpetuated a cycle of acceptance amongst those who live and work in these communities. A no-snitching rule was even birthed into existence in order to protect those who commit these kinds of crimes, from being arrested. What good is a task force, when no one will talk, when no one is willing to stand up on behalf of their community and say enough is enough?

But even worse; who are the ones providing protection for these violent black men?

The black women of the community are often the ones that refuse to talk to the police; we lie in interrogation rooms and obstruct evidence in murder investigations. We have traded our sense of what’s right, in order to protect the very ones that have no value for human life. And we live side by side with the families of those who have buried their loved ones. All because of a distorted sense of loyalty to our black men, the same ones that put our lives in danger everyday to keep up an image amongst the other black men in the community. It’s a never ending cycle of communal abuse.

So what is the root of this ongoing and worsening problem?

Surface problem: The breakdown of the black family structure, due to years of being poorly educated.

The root problem: Religious indoctrination

Before we can deal with the surface problem, the root problem must be fixed. After all, it is the root problem that causes the overall problem.

The dangers of Black indoctrination

“None have been taught to follow so blindly,
As those who were taught to follow”

The one thing that is distinctly different between our culture and white culture is the propensity that our white brothers and sisters have for exploration and discovery. Two things that are needed in order to develop the healthy skepticism it takes to break these kinds of cycles.

Although religious indoctrination is usually the same across the board, access to accurate information about earth, evolution and world religion, is not.

I have met a host of different theists, representative of a host of different faiths and beliefs, but the one thing that most black believers have in common is their ignorance of nature, science and evolution. This is why their argument for god is typically no more than “Take a look around you and you will see the proof that god is real”. I must admit that this particular ideology is by far the most ignorant position one can take as it relates to the belief in god. Not to mention that the undertone is one of intellectual laziness and a completely blind faith.

It was comedian Chris Rock that said “If you are a black Christian, you must have a real short memory”. This is because it seems as if blacks have forgotten when and how we were taught about the bible and the Christian god. It’s as if we forget that the very ones who enslaved our people, raped and killed our women and lynched our men, were also the ones that stripped us of our native ritual (honoring our grandfathers) and in turn replaced it with the belief in a white son of god, who died for our sins on a cross.

This was not done in efforts to empower our ancestors; it was done to instill fear and ignorance. “Slaves obey your masters”. This is the message that was intended for us, and it is a message we have been abiding by since it was beaten into us years ago.

Willy Lynch and others like him are proof of this. His address to the white slave owners at that time was very clear.

How to make a slave:

Separate the family by removing the male
Turn them against one another
Dark against light
Young against old
Male against female
Strip them from their native tongue and replace it with your language
Strip them of their culture and African rituals and replace it with yours
Rape their women and render their men helpless

All these efforts combined will create the division needed in order to make a subservient mind. The shackles can come off but the mind will remain enslaved. The woman will no longer trust the man to protect her. The women will instill fear into her children; teach them to submit to the slave owner.

And why should they not?

He gave them their Jesus.

We have a Short memory indeed.

This is certainly where the break down of the black family began. We became exactly what they intended us to, a divided group of individuals who handed over the sacred keys of our unified homes to men in suits, carrying bibles.

Our condition at the time made us more susceptible to the lies that we were told. The suffering we were made to endure day after day landed us in a place where the hope of a better life ‘after we died’ was the only hope we had.
It felt good to know that even though we weren’t seen as being human in the world around us, there was a god abroad that cared for us deeply, even if he’s a god that loves us so little he did absolutely nothing to protect us against what was unjustly happening to our people. We justified our circumstance by saying “God works in mysterious ways” and “everything works out for the good of those who love the lord”.

We were taught never to question, never to challenge, never to show any signs of disbelief in a god who obviously favored the slave owners and not the slaves themselves. What kind of damage over time has this caused our community; our thinking? What kind of toxic behavior arose from being taught to rely not on your own understanding? After years of embracing our inferiority, how has it weighed on our self perception?

You can still see the debris that slavery has left behind.

Beautiful Black women are fighting one another over the pigmentation of our collectively gorgeous skin. Strong Black men failing to uphold the respect and honor their foremothers died defending, so that they could even consider themselves “free”. All of this is because we have been taught to conform.

We treat those outside of the community with the utmost respect and treat those inside it with little to none.

Our black brothers have been taught to view white women as a reward; an affirmation of acceptance into the ‘superior’ tribe. At the same time he has been taught to view the black woman as his subordinate and substantially lower in quality when compared to the ‘hands off’ women he adores so greatly.

This is not to say that I am against black men dating outside the community or the black women who do the same. I’m just pointing out some of the toxic positions and beliefs held within the black community; positions that are ripping our younger generation apart at the schemes.

Each of us has a responsibility to help them bridge the gap that was created out of fear and ignorance. By doing this, we are making certain that our youth have a positive outlook on themselves and their futures.

As time progresses, we learn to adapt to the current condition we are in. The world around us is in a steadily increasing mode of progression.

Most of the top paying jobs are science based.

Environmental Scientist
Hydrologist
Geoscientist
Medical Scientist
Biochemist/Biophysicist
Atmospheric Scientist
Material Scientist
Physicist
Biological Scientist
Astronomers

Consider this;

The U.S produces nearly one third of all science and engineering Ph.D.s in the world annually. (Source: Science and Engineering indicators, National Science Foundation)

Blacks represent 11 percent of the U.S workforce, but only 1.1 percent of physical science doctorate; 1.3 percent engineering doctorates; and 1.4 percent of computer/mathematical science doctorates. (Source: National Science Foundation)

We have failed to create the necessary environment for black scientists to thrive. We have sewn them into a seed of superstition and folklore. They go to church and learn about a 6 thousand year old flat earth; dinosaurs frolicking with humans around the Garden of Eden; talking snakes and best of all, virgin births.

They return to a home that teaches much of the same. School should be the one place that our black youth can go to learn things that have evidence, things upon which they can always rely. Not myths passed down through generations of superstitions birthed out of ignorance and fear.

It truly saddens me every time I cross paths with an individual that does not know the difference in a theory and a scientific theory. It infuriates me to think about the horrible ways in which we go about educating the children within our community.
This alone is the reason why they don’t go into scientific fields of study. It goes against everything they are taught; everything they think they know; everything that they were sold.

Also consider this;

If the nation continues to progress in the areas of science and technology, and we are on the precipice of issuing in that new era; where does that leave the future of the black community? How much longer will we accept crosses in exchange for unquestioning faith?

Even unto our death?

In order to sustain our place in history we need to lay aside the dogmatic ideology and equip our children with all the tools they need to succeed in this new science driven era.

If we assess the 1.4 percent of black scientists in this country, I have little doubt that all of them will most likely have one thing in common; they were all afforded a healthy learning atmosphere and more than likely had teachers that were fluent in science and mathematics; the kind of teachers that don’t push their religious beliefs on their students, as some often do.

African Americans are the most religiously devout racial group in the nation when it comes to attending church services, praying and believing that god exists, according to a recent profile.

Compared to the rest of the U.S population, which is generally considered highly religious, blacks engage in religious activities more frequently and express higher levels of religious belief (Source: Pew Research Center’s Forum on religion and Public Life)

The center’s U.S. Religious Landscape Survey, conducted in 2007 on more than 35,000 People, found that 79 percent of African Americans say religion is very important in their lives, while only 56 percent of all other U.S. adults said the same. Even among African Americans who are unaffiliated with any particular faith, 45 percent of them say religion is very important compared to only 16 percent of the religiously unaffiliated population overall.

Among the various racial and ethnic groups, African Americans are the most likely to say they belong to a formal religious affiliation. An overwhelming 87 percent of African Americans say they identify with a religious group. (Source: Pew Research Center’s Forum on religion and Public Life)

The reason we are being left behind is clear with numbers like these. If there were ever an area that we were dominating in, it is here. We make up a painstakingly large amount of the evangelical churches that have hell-fire ministers as their head; Preaching that science is the devils playground, thereby discouraging anyone from wanting to know anything outside of their bible.

In conclusion

Organized religion is one of our community’s greatest downfalls and as a afro-Cuban atheist, I can truly say that it has caused more damage than it ever has good. Religion is not needed to believe in god anyhow, all it does is keep blinders strapped tightly to our faces, so we don’t see the world outside our windows, passing us by. It encourages us to not accept others within our community; it teaches our men that black women are not their equal, rather their possession. It makes allowances for those who commit crime in our community. It causes us to bow our heads for a word of prayer, when we should be grabbing our coats and headed out for a day of helping. It makes us consider ourselves ‘favored’ in the eyes of god. All the while we ignore the constant suffering whence come from our ancestors bosom. The thousands of Africans who die everyday, that the bible also claims “Jesus loves”.

Religion is the disease that plagues us, and from it all other illnesses grow.

By: D. Patton

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Notes: Thanks to the Detroit and Chicago Urban youth project for helping me gain information about the current conditions of both communities.

Thanks also goes to the countless people who help to educate and assist in crisis prevention everyday within these communities, daily.

War on MAN through the degradation of WOMAN.

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How is man to recognize his full self, his full power through the eye’s of an incomplete woman? The woman who has been stripped of Goddess recognition and diminished to a big ass and full breast for physical comfort only. The woman who has been silenced so she may forget her spiritual essence because her words stir too much thought outside of the pleasure space. The woman who has been diminished to covering all that rots inside of her with weaves and red bottom shoes.

I am sure the men, who restructured our societies from cultures that honored woman, had no idea of the outcome. They had no idea that eventually, even men would render themselves empty and longing for meaning, depth and connection. There is a deep sadness when I witness a man that can’t recognize the emptiness he feels when he objectifies himself as a bank and truly believes he can buy love with things and status. It is painful to witness the betrayal when a woman takes him up on that offer. He doesn’t recognize that the create of a half woman has contributed to his repressed anger and frustration of feeling he is not enough. He then may love no woman or keep many half women as his prize. He doesn’t recognize that it’s his submersion in the imbalanced warrior culture, where violence is the means of getting respect and power, as the reason he can break the face of the woman who bore him four children.

When woman is lost, so is man. The truth is, woman is the window to a man’s heart and a man’s heart is the gateway to his soul.

Power and control will NEVER out weigh love.

May we all find our way.

– Jada Pinkett Smith

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This particular post was motivated by an earlier discussion that I had with some of my fellow atheists on twitter.

This is the article that sparked the debate http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/01/08/atheist-church-sunday-assembly_n_2432911.html

I think the idea of an atheist church is wrong for the obvious reasons. I also believe that to call yourselves a church based on the understanding we have of what a ‘church’ is, plays right into the belief that a lot of theists share…

“Atheism is a religion”.

Atheism is not a religion; it is only the belief in no gods!!
It’s as simple as that.

We have no doctrine, no creed, no hymnals and no holy book.

But that was not the topic of discussion earlier on twitter. While I may not agree with the idea of an atheist church, I do whole heartedly agree that atheist support groups are much needed in the United States, where there are still churches on every corner in most of our communities.

In this article I intend to show why these kinds of groups are essential and also heavily relied upon by everyday people like me.

In 2003, my middle brother passed away from an illness called Wilsons disease. It was a very difficult time for my family.

November 5th, 2003 at 5:55 in the morning I started questioning my faith.

Before that day, I prayed out loud for hours at a time, begging and pleading with god to spare my brother’s life, to no avail.

I was heartbroken when I received the phone call. I felt betrayed, as if the god I knew turned a deaf ear to my prayers and to my groveling.

For 2 years after my brother died, I was a shell of my former self. I hadn’t dealt with any of the pain or anger that came associated with losing him.

I was involuntarily put in the position of the ‘solid rock’ of my family. Without my strength, my mother and father would have never made it through this difficult situation.

But the downside to being the solid rock is that quite often you do not allow yourself to feel, to be left alone with your emotions and your pain.

Sure it’s fine for awhile, but in time it makes you angry and bitter. It weighs on your relationships, your marriage, and your job. That was precisely what happened to me. I internalized all of it. Soaked it up like a sponge, and rinsed none of it out.

Before I could completely destroy myself, a friend recommended that I attend a grief support group. At first the idea sounded ridiculous, but I was willing to do just about anything to deal with the resentment I had behind losing my brother; my very best friend.

So with reluctance, I attended.

By this time I had renounced my faith in god. But I had no idea that they had a name for people like me. It may sound funny, but I didn’t.

For years I had been told that atheists were evil, horrible, demonic people. So I couldn’t have been an atheist, because I was none of those things.

When I walked into the group I was received with more than a few open arms and warm smiles. I had never felt so welcome in my life. That was until a quick once around the room and I revealed that I had no belief in god.

It was as if the earth stood still, all eyes shifted to me and the non-judgmental group of loving friends, became an irate group of bible slinging critics, with statements like “Do you really wonder why you’re still trying to heal?” and “God is the only true way to be completely whole”.

I couldn’t say much in my defense. I didn’t even understand why I knew what they were saying wasn’t true.

I just knew it wasn’t.

After the group session was over, several people pulled me aside and asked if they could pray for me, to which I respectfully declined.
The coordinator later called me and said it would be better if my kind of ‘negativity’ was not in the group and perhaps another group would be better suited for my needs.

Negativity? Better group? What did she mean “better group”? This was a grief group, I was grieving. What better group is there for me?

Nowhere in the pamphlet did it say that you had to believe in god to attend. However, it was an unwritten rule. One that everyone had kept and I’d broken.

I gave up fairly quickly on the idea of a support group. I had only gone to one and so far I wasn’t impressed. A bunch of people crying and turning red, blaming god, then saying they couldn’t have made it without him. It was nothing short of schizophrenia in a group setting.

A year later tragedy struck again. My half sister committed suicide in a busted down hotel room. She and I were never really that close. But carrying the weight of my brother’s death made the weight from her death unbearable.

Finally the pain from everything I was dealing with took its toll on me. I began using cocaine and drinking pretty heavily on the weekends. I was functional, so hardly any of my closest friends knew about my secret; I was a junkie and my 9 year marriage was falling apart.

At the request of a close family friend, I went to see a therapist. I overcame my addiction and had finally gotten the balls to end almost a decade of abuse. I was finally starting to put the pieces of my life back together. My son and I were coming out of a long cycle of damage, and we were recovering very well.

During one of my sessions Dr. Denison recommended that I attend one of her recovery groups. Red flags went off in my brain. Not this again. Hadn’t she received my memo detailing the horrible experience that I had with the previous group? I suppose she didn’t, because I had forgotten to send it. So at the request of the person with whom I had shared some of my most personal thoughts, I went crawling back into the den of schizophrenia.

Once again I was greeted with open arms and warm smiles. Accept this group opened with a word of prayer. Asking that god continue to lead and guide our hearts and minds in the direction that he would have them go. I knew right away that opening up about my atheism was a horrible idea. So I sat for an hour; listening to other women talking about everything that they’d lost during their battle with addiction and how they thank god everyday for getting them back on their feet. Not to mention that the serenity prayer was said over a dozen times as well.

Clearly this was not the place for me. I did not believe in the god that they were so flagrantly tossing around. I didn’t need god to grant me anything. I understood full well what I could and couldn’t change, and I also understood the differences in the two.

But these women went on for an hour about how Jesus died for them to be here and how he still loves them even if their families no longer did.

They needed that extra nudge to continue living; I had learned to live without that nudge. They needed an extra incentive to remain sober, which was the thought that god would be displeased if they did not.

I knew that I needed to be clean for me and the ones that I loved. No one else cared!

That was incentive enough for me.

When it came my turn, I smiled and told everyone my name and my story. I was careful not to make mention of any god during the time I was speaking. After I was done, another young lady asked me if my drug use brought me closer to god. I paused for a brief moment and I finally let it out.

“Actually, I don’t believe in god.”

Once again I was met with the same baffled and terrified looks. Once again I was the demon in the room. However this time I had learned a trifle more about atheism and was no longer afraid to call myself an atheist. But before I could even say it, a woman in the group belted out “You’re a damn atheist”. I turned and looked at her with certainty and said “Yes, I am”. A few moments later, the session was up.

The group closed out with the same prayer they opened with and added “Please keep sista Patton in your loving arms and show her your infinite love.”

Not surprisingly, here I was again; out of place.

I realized that it wasn’t the idea of getting support from a group of individuals that I was necessarily against. It was the fact that so much god was wrapped up inside that support that people were no longer relying on their own sense of self, often times negating responsibility for their actions.

Needless to say, I never went back. I was again settled on the fact that no group would accept my kind, no group would be willing to understand my frame of mind, and no group would open themselves to the idea that someone could actually be sober and godless. The idea was farfetched to them.

They wouldn’t and couldn’t accept me. I represented an idea that they deemed impossible. My success would only mean their idea was wrong. This was not the atmosphere in which I could grow.

Inevitably, they would see to it, that I did not.

Newly single, I moved myself and my son to south Florida to escape the long hard winters. It would prove to be one of the greatest moves I ever made.

With the help of family and friends I opened up a soup kitchen for homeless women and children in 2009. Shortly after I applied for a 501C(3) to open up a shelter and it was granted. Things were starting to look up for me. I was doing what I loved, which was helping people. It filled me with a joy that I hadn’t felt in sometime.

However, after a few of the other religious help services got wind that there was an atheist in town (one who had the audacity to actually help people), I quickly became the target of some nasty letters/emails, a curb side demonstration and the subject of some very vicious rumors; none of which were true!

The morning after the demonstration that took place in front of my newly renovated homeless shelter. A woman by the name of Kathy stopped by my office. She’d heard about all of the things that I was going through and wanted to stop by to offer her support. She handed me a card that read:

F.L.A.S.H http://www.meetup.com/FLASH-Broward/

I didn’t have the time to go into who she was or what she wanted, so I told her to leave her card and I would give her a call later. After the dust had cleared later on that day, I came across her card again and decided to check out the website. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

A meet-up group for atheists?

This was unbelievable.

I immediately grabbed my phone and gave Kathy a call. She advised me that there would be another group meeting that Thursday, and that I and my son were welcome to attend.

Without hesitation, I cancelled any previous plans I had and cleared my schedule to attend my very first FLASH meeting.

Thursday couldn’t come fast enough, besides a couple of my friends in college; I had never actually fellowshipped with other atheists. I was curious about how things would go without all of the singing and praising god.

On Thursday around 5pm I left the office and raced to my car to program the address into my GPS. I was admittedly a little nervous, but I was more excited then I’d probably been since my son was born.

I arrived at the park where the meeting was being held, powered down my phone and touched up my makeup. Heart beating fast, I got out of my car and headed toward a group of people that were gathering. Once again I was met with open arms and warm smiles. Hug after hug, until I arrived at Kathy, again.

They did not open in prayer; they did not hold hands and cry. Instead they grabbed plates and starting digging in the long spread of food that was laid out on a picnic table, while the children played softball on the diamond.

I got to hear some amazing stories that day. Stories that sounded a lot like mine. I got handed a guide to being an “atheist in the bible belt’ which proved to be very useful when I was unfairly targeted by a police officer who pulled me over for the fish with bullshit, sticker I have on my car. I learned about programs for secular youth, a community basketball team, a newsletter that keeps people in the loop about new laws being passed or religious demonstrations to avoid.

But the one thing that I got; the most important thing; was friendship.

The friendship of people who understand that having the support of other atheists is important, especially when you are turned away from so many other groups merely because you do not subscribe to a religion.

Many who do not live in the United States cannot fathom that being atheist can not only get you physically harmed but can also get you fired, cast out your family and ostracized in your community. They do not know what it is like to live in a country that has more churches than we do schools. And because of this, they see groups like FLASH as unnecessary or not needed.

But I am living proof that they are much needed. If it were not for the wonderful friends that I have made in my own community, I don’t know where I would be; certainly not the advocate that I am now, and certainly not a Thinking Beauty.

I think the one thing that religious people have over us, is their ability to congregate, regardless of the fact that the things that they are teaching are false. They spread far and fast, because they meet-up, typically on Sundays and also throughout the week.

Whether or not we want to accept it or not, religion is a stain on our world, the cause of war, genocide, oppression and a host of other injustices inflicted upon mankind in its honor. I believe that it is our job to make sure that the people, who are in situations where they need support, get it.

It is even more essential that minority atheists get support from fellow minority atheists. It is us that often times are mistreated in our families and communities. There is no room for nonbelievers in the black or Hispanic community. To come out the closet in certain situations can mean your death, literally. This is something that happens quite often all over the world.

We cannot ignore the outcry of our youth, the ones who are expecting us to form a protective wall around them and not let them succumb to the bigotry and hatred that sometimes goes along with a belief in god.
We need more groups set up for families affected by gun violence that do not want to hold candles and pray, we need groups that help victims of rape that do not encourage through faith and we need AA and NA that doesn’t include the serenity prayer.

If we do not provide these secular services to our own community, then please tell me who will? Who will care enough, if we don’t? Who will educate, if we won’t?

This is the precise purpose for the Reason Rally and other conventions like it.

To let people know, that even though we live in a world filled with delusional people…

YOU ARE NOT ALONE AND I AM HERE TO HELP YOU!!

Thanks,
Thinking Beauty
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