The American Game of Racial Inequality has been played flawlessly for more than 400 years. The White Team has owned the Black Team lock, stock, and barrel and mean that literally because we have been locked up and locked down, we have sold as stock to the highest bidder to do the bidding of the White Team’s duties so that the White Owners can enjoy the benefits of our free labor, and finally we have felt the barrel of the White Teams weapons when we didn’t meet the expectations of the duties we were forced to performed. All of this in the quest for seeking an unrealistic dream of true equality in a game designed from the beginning for the Black Team to lose. This American Game that has baffled us, trifled us, and demeaned us for the sake of whites to control us from the very beginning of our time in this nation in 1619. Today, I highlight the game’s meaning from one of our best and brightest minds, Julian Bond. Who from a very early age was mentored by our finest black leaders. Mr. Bond rose to be a SNCC student leader, a Georgia State Represenative and finally the Board Chairman of the NAACP in his time on this planet. He fought relentlessly for equality and never gave in even though the rules of engagement were stacked against him and the members of the Black Team. The next time you sit in front of a television monitor think about how the real game is played.

Where, oh where, is the love, respect and dignity towards each other my black brothers and sisters?

THE SWORD AND THE SHIELD: THE REVOLUTIONARY LIVES OF MALCOLM X AND MARTIN LUTHER KING
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This is my historical question for tonight: If Martin Luther King Jr.had accepted the multiple overtures made by Malcolm X in the summer and fall of 1964 to join forces, or at least meet to strategize. Would that possible meeting made it more difficult for those in the NOI to conspire to murder him? I’m not saying that government wouldn’t have plotted but specifically the NOI. After today’s reading it really got me thinking about how an actual meeting between King and Malcolm would’ve changed the course of history. It seemed that unbeknownst to either both men were bending and blending to a similar goal.”

53 years ago today Hubert Gerald Brown now named Jamil Abdullah Al-Amin took over the leadership in the waning days of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee from Stokely Carmichael. The nation was torn asunder by the racial conflicts as well the misadventures of a war in Vietnam. H. Rap Brown the symbolic figure in a struggle for black equality that centered on more aggressive tactics and away from direct nonviolent actions. It was Brown who coined the term that violence was as American as cherry pie. It was Brown who had to leave Cambridge, Maryland in a coffin to escape the law enforcement agents seeking his arrest for inciting a riot. It was Brown who demanded that blacks look to blacks for their solutions, not white people. It was Brown who armed SNCC and shifted the organization away from nonviolent direct action. It was Brown who became the target of the United States government for the remainder of his life. The nation’s law enforcement agencies local, state, and federal have continued to attempt to convict Jamil Abdullah Al-Amin of a crime and they succeeded in 2002 when he was founded guilty of murdering Ricky Kinchen and shooting Aldranon English both deputies in Fulton County, Georgia. Brother Al-Amin is currently serving a life sentence. However, he will always be remembered for taking a stance for equality of black peoples and black communities. He wanted our communities to unite but the racist institutions wanted nothing to do with black union. So those in power killed the movement and silenced the leaders of that movement. One of the chief characters silenced was Hubert Gerald Brown. Who once said The man does not beat your head because you got a Cadillac or because you got a Ford; he beats you because you're black! The man is still beating blacks upside the head and we as a community are not close to unity.

How could we have sold the homes of Countee, Langston, Dorothy, and Lorraine? Did we keep place where the Reds first met? You know Detroit and Foxx? How about the spots where black geniuses mingled while Duke and Ella tingled the bells of modern jazz. Don’t tell that is for naught not those places where love strings were caught. Now where will those all giant ghosts of yesterdays roam? I can’t imagine that today’s Harlem is now home. Tell me this. Can Langston, Countee, Johnson, and all the other greats invade those homes of stolen souls now owned by peoples not known to them? All those wondrous souls who embodied our people's spirit; our people's struggle; our people's dreams; even our peoples desolate dreams? Yes, these greats created our peoples magic; our people's sense of worth. We sold nothing was stole. Why? Because we could; why the hell not; we should, shouldn't we? Dammit black folks chasing green forget all dead giant’s dreams. What happens to a dream deferred? It end up in a realtor’s scheme and that my brothers and sisters is the end of that magnificent dream. What happens to a raisin in the sun well you better catch because the seller is now on the run. Goodbye sweet Harlem we hardly knew thee. In comes others who will cherish not those sweet sprinkles of days past. Who now keeps that rich history of yesterday's past? It surely isn't those who eagerly sold it so easily away sold it away. Damn can’t those pitiful dollars sway?