The Black Mans Bible

By The God 720

This is the first book of it's kind. The Black Man's Bible details a young black males struggles with the world, religions, drugs, crime, money and sex. Throughout his life he studies advanced scholarly material which changes his view of the world over and over again as he matures. He battles health issues after he goes through a traumatic experience with the delivery of his first child. So he delivered his second son at home. The video of the home delivery can be seen at TheBlackMansBible.com. In the book he details how he finds himself in history repeatedly in different times periods. He also gives vivid descriptions of his experiences with Love and Women. Then, after becoming an online Entrepreneur, he travels to Germany and China for free. He has struggles with finding a career and ends up becoming an Author. He covers many subjects that are not popular to the modern day world. He has compiled a multitude of experiences that are dissected through the abstract different types of black males. THIS IS THE BOOK OF THE CENTURY. THE TRUE GUIDE FOR BLACK MALES LOST IN THE WESTERN WORLD.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Jul 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781682220481

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Life.

INTRODUCTION: LADIES FIRST

(Written By My Mother)

LIFE!! It Is What You Make It!!

Work without FAITH is nothing! If a man does not work and support himself or his family, he has no faith! A man that doesnt work doesnt deserve to eat! This is why I didn’t understand proverty. I learned that as long as you put faith behind everything you do and believe you can do it, it can be done. My childhood was enriched with dance and music lessons, serving as the work team for the rehabilitation of buildings and cars with my dad and learning that fear will get you nowhere. In high school, I excelled in my bookwork, belonged to the marching band, jazz band. dancing team, drama team (I used my artist talent to do all of the stage props and back drops) and worked part time jobs from sophomore to senior year. My femaleness, I would’nt let hold me back. Other people with insight will see your energy and invite you to do more. I was constantly invited to do more, even if I didn’t know how to do it, my mantra was, teach me! I wanted to be the best woman and prove it to myself! I didn’t care what others thought. You cannot please the other people and most of them will tear you down if you give them a hole to step in.

In college, I started the studies of pre-med…I wanted to be a psychiatrist. I studied business managment at the same time. Science was amazing to me. The science of man, his culture and his business mind. So I studied that, horticulture, and the dissection of animals and humans. In studying and cutting animals, I realized that the animals we eat are the same as us. Except for birds and fish, the mammals we eat have digestive systems like humans, they reproduce like humans and are the strongest creatures on the earth. And guess what…they are vegetarians! This is what shocked me! Cows, sheep, goats. deer and domesticated pigs are vegetarians. They have blunt teeth, the same respitory, circulatory, glandular and digestive systems with long skinny intestines just like humans and are much bigger and stronger than we are! Look at the elephant, whales, hippos, giraffes, antelopes, moose, elk, etc. Get the picture? They are big, strong, some of them can live longer than humans and they eat nothing but leaves, grass, planton! How wonderful is that? This is what turned me to vegetarianism.

The Early Days of Keenan Juwaan Booker

August 31, 1980, Gregory Booker and Donna Harbin joined hands in matrimony attesting to love, support and forsaking all others for the rest of our lives together. That was our intent. We worked together, saved money together, had fun together and tried new adventures together. Living on the north side of Chicago, one block from the Wrigley Baseball Field, we were the average couple surviving metropolitan living in the United States.

It's the first day of September 1982 and I just received a letter in the mail inviting me to test for Air Flight Controller for the state of Illinois. I was employed at the O'Hare National Airport as a lead accountant for the Department of Defense Logistics Agency and had always been fascinated by the numerous flights going and coming over my head everyday. Our President Ronald Reagan had just fired Air Flight controllers all over the country over some type of scandal and they were recruiting heavy for new ones. I was an E5 Air Force Reservist, had tested and passed all tests for Air pilot but failed the requirement for 20/20 eyesight. My name was turned over as a perfect recruit for Air Flight Controller and I was elated! It was finally my turn to work with those airplanes in some capacity!

I went through the written test series, passed them all with flying colors. Went through the physicals, corrected eyesight was 20/20 which was acceptable, then FAA found a lump in my breast! No problem, all I had to do was have an operation to remove the lump to ensure that it wasn't maligment. The lump is removed, proven to be benign and now I had to take the last blood test. This was November and I was so ready to start a new career, received my assignment which was DuPage Airport, received my training location and dates and took my blood test.

Two weeks later, received a call from FAA, Sorry Mrs. Booker, the blood tests came back that you are pregnant and we cannot allow you to take this training for it is very stressful and we cannot afford you to lose your child because of stress!!. Pregnant!! I wasn't pregnant when I had the operation two weeks ago! Called my private doctor and asked, You did take a pregnancy test before you operated on me, right?. He said he did and that I was not pregnant!! Well, that was the inception of Keenan Booker.

Pregnancy with Keenan was good. I had no morning sickness, gained 35 pounds, was able to do all of my reservist duty, work my 40 hour week accountant job and pursue my Master's degree at Roosevelt University. I read my studies out loud, played symphonic music, danced ballet, rollerskated, rode a bike. practiced Kundalini yoga and meditated believing that the action will make my child knowledgable, coordinated and peaceful.

It's August 1983 and it's the hottest summer on record, something about a solstice, planets in alignment or something and my water bag breaks! The doctor told me if it a big gush, go directly to the hospital, if it's leaking, I can wait until there are pains. My bag broke at 12 midnight and it's leaking so I take a shower and go back to bed. At 12 noon the next day, I decide I feel a little tired so I say, Take me to the hospital. Gregory is sitting around, bugging, is it time yet, are you ready yet? I tell him, come on and we go to the hospital, Mt Sinai. We are at the hospital and the doctor keeps asking was I in pain, I tell them no and he decides to put a monitor on me. Gregory is having the fits, he was having the labor pain, I wasn't feeling anything. Right before the monitor would register another contraction, Gregory would say here it is, it's coming and start grimincing in pain. He was getting on my nerves! Time for Keenan to push out and Gregory passed out!! The doctors had to put Gregory on a table and take him out of the delivery room. I had Keenan, he was cooing and bright eyed, my first born, August 2, 1983 at 8:30pm.

Keenan was a good baby. He would go to sleep at 8pm every night and sleep all night long. One night, he was about 6 months, Keenan cried and cried. I couldn't do anything to make him quiet. I constantly got up, tried to feed him, changed his diaper, rocked him. nothing worked. I finally passed out, couldn't take it anymore. The next morning, I looked at Keenan and he smiling, he got 4 teeth in his mouth!! Two teeth at the top and two teeth at the bottom! No wondered he cried all night. My baby!

As an at home mom, I paid all my attention to my child, I wanted to make sure his every need was taken care of. I nursed him for a complete year with no solid food. My milk was very thick, rich and good, tested by my doctors and asked to sell my milk to the hospital for babies whose moms could not produce milk. I turned down the offer because of the work it presented. The doctor asked me why did I think my mik was so potent. I suggested that my milk was a product of being a pure vegetarian. Ladies, prepare yorselves, purify yourselves, mentally and physically. Then and only then will you be able to produce a sweet care free baby.

In my decision to feed my baby properly, I decided that I need to make baby food. I steamed vegetables and pureed them in a blender with either the liquid from the steaming or used apple cider to bring the mixture to soup status. In childhood, I never gave my children cookies, cake, candy or ice cream. I gave them all varieties of fruit for their sweets, made pies, sweetbreads and custards, all from natural ingredients. They had cottage cheese and yogart, which I made them believe it was ice cream. My adult friends would ask,How did you get your kids to eat grapefruits? My response,if that is what you give them to eat, they will eat it, just don't give them junk food and they will never miss it! As a result, my children never got sick, had a cold, earache or childhood disease. Their teachers would comment from elementary to high school, I never seen your kids eat the school lunch and they never missed a day of school and never seemed sick!. I was amazed that they noticed!

Keenan would amaze me with things he would say as a child until the age of 9 years. At 18 months, his first words were, I remember a long, long, long time ago… I looked at him and said,What did you say? Keenan said, I remember long, long, long time ago! I said, Baby, you are 18 months, what could you possibly remember? He would then babble…because he apparently didn’t have the vocabulary to say what he wanted. Keenan later on would say more astounding things that I didn’t know how to respond to. In 1986, the first car phones became popular. They were a 12 x 12 x 12 box with a phone receiver on it. People would carry this phone from the house to the car or the more affluent people would have this phone installed in the car. Keenan, three years old asked, Mom, why don't they put the phone into the dashbroard and the keypad of numbers on the steering wheel so they don't have to hold the phone while driving. I am amazed, where did he get that ideal? Then, still three, Keenan says, why don't they put a recorder on the door so when someone is not at home and somebody visits, they can leave a message? The message machine was just made popular for the telephone, cellphones were not in existance yet. I am stumped, I had no answers. I told him that people were not ready for the ideas yet and I didn’t know how to make the prototype to get the ideal patented. Nowadays, one can patent an ideal, this was not so in 1986, so we missed out on opportunity because Keenan ideals became real! 10 years and almost 25 years down the line. Telephones are in cars where you just hit a button on the steering wheel and a telephone conversation can be had while driving (25 years later), and there are message machines (10 years later) that are activated by a doorbell in apartment buildings to leave messages for the missed meetings.

One day, I am out doing errands with Keenan as my sidekick riding in the baby car seat which was designed to face forward in the front seat on the passenger side. I am doing my runs, talking to my son as I normally did, explaining to him where we were going and what errands I needed to run. Keenan was about 18 months old, just beginning to talk but still did not have a full range of vocabulary to express all of his feelings. Now it is time for me to drop the camera film off to have it developed. I pull up in front of the drug store, right in front of the door so I can quickly run in, drop the film in the development box and run back out. The box is right inside of the store, about 6 feet from the door. I figure I would park the car right by the door, tell Keenan to have no fear, I am going to drop the film in the box and come right back. Keenan is looking at me like, Be quick, mom. I park the car, turn it off, give him a kiss and run into the store. Two minutes, I run back out and my car is gone…I parked it right in front of the door and my baby is in the car! I freaked in my head, my baby…where is he?

I look around and the car is down the parking lot about 30 feet, stopped by poles installed in the ground to protect the side of the building. I run the 30 feet, relieved to see my car, wondering if my baby is still there! I get to the car, look in the window and Keenan turns to look at me. I take a breath of relief and unlock to door to get in. As soon as I got in my seat and turn to apologize, Keenan goes off on me!! He is babbling fast, waving his arms in the air, pointing out the window at the wall of the building in front of us, pulling at his hair and looking back and forth at me like, How could you leave me and the car was moving and I almost crashed into the building, I am a baby and you left me alone! I was shocked about how he responded, it was like I got told off! All I could do was apologize over and over until Keenan calmed down. Then I laughed to myself at Keenan’s very expressive disapproval of what I did and I promised I would never leave him in the car alone again. Keenan was livid!

Keenan is now 4 years old and running around in the backyard while I was gardening in a corner of the yard. Every now and then, Keenan would come to me and ask what procedure was I doing now or what type of vegetable patch I was working on at the moment. I thought it was interesting that he seemed to come over each time I changed rows to either repeat the same procedure of weeding the area or splitting the plants to reduce the overcrowding of the roots. Keenan was asking the name of each vegetable and wanted to know the name and what stage of growth that particular plant was in. I had become accustomed to his numerous questions and I always had to make sure I answered the questions completely or he would be back saying, You did not say that about the last plant…. So I had to prepare my answers to cover every aspect of the stage of the plant and let him know that different plants needed different attention. I am finally finished gardening, so now I get the water hose to water the garden. I watered the garden and the telephone rings in the house. Keenan comes to see what I am doing right when the phone rang so I playfully sprayed with the water before I go answer the telephone. I finished the call and remember I left my 4 year old in the back yard so I go to the door to see what he is doing. I can not see him so I step out of the door into the yard to look for him…just when I turned to see him, Keenan had picked the hose and he sprayed me! I said , Hey, don’t do that! Keenan sprayed me again, and again, and again. I was dumbfounded! I asked him, why did you do that?. He said, You sprayed me, so I wanted you to feel what I felt. I could only laugh at that point.

At 5 years old, Keenan won his first science fair in kindergarten. The project he chose was how the eye reflects light to see colors or Black and white. I made a diagram of the side view of the eyeball depicting the parts, Keenan colored and labeled the diagram. Yes, Keenan could read and write since the age of three. I then had him memorize his presentation speech identifying the parts of the eye and the scientific theory behind seeing colors and Black and white. Apparently, he impressed the judges because he was the only and first kindergarten student to win first place for the elementary grades. He went out on a boy scout camp night. While there a boy fell through the ice on a pond. Keenan shouts to the adults and then runs to the boy with a stick for the boy to grab. Then Keenan was able to pull him out of the water. The school recognized him with a badge of bravery in a school assembly. Keenan's fourth grade teacher, after the rescue recognition now declares Keenan as Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD)! The teacher wants Keenan tested with my permission. Sure, test him I say. Keenan proved to be gifted so now he is transferred to an excel magnet school.

I hosted a craft market event at a large convention hotel and I gave promotion fliers to Keenan to give to his teachers at his new school. Keenan takes the fliers after school and stands at the car line and gave the fliers to all of the parents waiting to transport their child from the school. The event was a success with practically every parent showing with their children to the craft market. Again I am impressed by Keenan's insight. He told me that the parents looked like they had more money than the teachers because they had better cars so he decided to give the fliers to them. I was not mad at him!

To close this chapter, I will relate this last story. Keenan is 9 years old and we have a family outing to the dog track races. Keenan wants to go and pick the winning dogs. Repeatedly, Keenan is picking the dogs that win and in the right order! It's the trifecta meaning if you pick the first three winning dogs in the order of their crossing the line, one could win the big pot! Keenan gives me the order of the dogs that will come in and I said ok I will bet these numbers. (I didn’t bet the other races). I switch the numbers by mistake and the dogs came in…in the order that Keenan picks! I still kick myself to this day for not winning that $500,000.00 pot.

I believe that traveling, listening to symphonic music, monitoring television programs and reading dictionaries, newspapers and encyclopedias to the children from the time of birth is what sets a stage for innovative thinking in a child. From the moment of my awareness that I was pregnant, I would intensify my workout activities, read aloud to my invetro fetus, played orchestra music and of course ate plenty of nutrient filled vegetables. Both children I birthed naturally with no intervention. They both are highly intelligent, musicly inclined and disease free. If more people that decide to have children, prepare themselves first with the regiment I have suggested, just imagine what this world would be like.

NEGRO BIBLIOS

CHAPTER 1: THE WHITE CEMETERY

I was born in Chicago, Illinois on August 2nd 1983 in Mt. Sinai Hospital. The first thing I can remember is living in this lower middle class white neighborhood in Rockford, Illinois an hour drive from Chicago. One street over was 2 cemeteries that connected in the back. I lived close to the back area. This cemetery, I had a lot of my first experiences in. The human experience must be fulfilled at a young age and that is with all things that are harmful when your young you can take it. Do not limit your curiosity. Curiosity is the origin of all creation. My family was the only Black family in the neighborhood. On the other side of the cemetery, the multi-racially speckled community began before the hood started, which was only about a mile to 2 miles away. The school I went to in first and second grade were Black private schools. In the third grade I went to the neighborhood school. Through the ways white people have conqued. They have been able to set the bar and create the rules in all things. In essence the conquered will conform, adapt, identify, mimic and try to align with everything the self-made authoritarian has created or stated.

Around the age of 7 I told my father I wanted to be white. This psychological issue and social mandate also comes from media, which is another battle field the Negro has yet to conquer. The overt influx of white glorification in imagery, including religion is the major factor. Due to the fact I was in a white neighborhood, all my friends where white. I went to a Black church, of course with all the falling out and Negros acting like fools supposedly catching the Holy Ghost. My parents were friends with other couples, who were all Black and had children that in turn were my friends. One of the kid’s names is Mike he was just a year older than me, me and him were always close.

My parents were born and raised in Chicago and so were all of their adult freinds. We all went to the same churches we’d stay over at each others house. They didn’t want to raise us in The Gangsta Capitol, Chicago. My mind in that city would have been a dangerous situation. They went extreme as the rest of the couples did and didn’t want to live in Black neighborhoods. All the Black neighborhoods in Rockford were hoods. Rockford, Illinois right now is the 10th most violent city in America and its population is only 170,000. It’s a small town with a big attitude. The racism in this city was there but subtle. It’s shown more in the children of white people. Racism is enforced by the parents at home on the children. The parents rarely express it their racism in public. The damage is still done as this game is generational and futuristic.

You have to be focused on the future at all times. When you are in a relationship, you should only have friends that are also couples, this cuts all niggardness. Even though over time all of these couples divorced, including my parents, which we will further examine. I remember white girls, a lot of them. As a child that’s all I was being raised to be attracted to. I was being raised to be a Black man that wasn’t a Black man. With me being in tune with my soul that was going to be the last thing to happen to me. Raising your children blind to this information is comparative to fattening the pigs for slaughter. You must understand that the Black essence is under attack and always will be until exterminated. You will have small random outbursts from that angry nigga deep in your soul. Your expression of such anger will only hurt you.

The Black essence is carried in the Black man and assisted by the Black woman. The intelligence, strength, power, moor-al, is deep within the Negros cells, he has been the father to all civilizations and peoples on this Earth since the beginning of time. The children have grown up and now they feel neglected, hurt, betrayed by their father and mother. War, ridicule, and Death in its many forms is the only suffice. Why you might ask? Because we got lazy, we did not maintain control, we let our children fight amongst each other, and we have failed what we have created. As the Gods that designed man have failed us, without constant direction and instruction, we are lost. They got tired of us, wanted something new. They thought their creation was a failure and abandoned the project as we have done other races and their religions. This is the essence of thought, change. Yet and still this change is controlled by the uncontrollable element of the Stars, Astrology and change my friend is the only thing that’s constant.

My father tried to get me to play piano. I played for a couple of years but I really didn’t want to play. I saw no power in it. I didn’t understand what money was. I didn’t know what sex was. I knew, I liked women and he only had my mom. Which is the social standard, but I didn’t perceive it as powerful, it was normal. If you do not have power expression, do not expect much attention from your son, unless he’s gonna be an Al Bundy like you. There are rules to nature. It does not matter if the children want to do the family trade, they will. I wish I knew how to play piano like he does now, but I don’t. Only because they asked me if I wanted to play and I said no. They didn’t force me as they should have. Force brings refinement, force and pounding creates the sharpest & strongest weapons. You can tell a child that they will need it in the future. They’re not mature enough yet, nor experienced to process the necessities needed for the future. Yet, all children aren’t the same. The family trade can only be enforced if you have a trade or service. You cannot pass down a job but you can pass down intellect for a career inclusive with opportunities to make the introduction & route smoother. The majority of Black men have not done this, let alone teach their sons on how to pick or handle a Black woman in this racist environment.

At the local church, we did the regular shit and were in the church Easter plays. Watching our parents fall out acting a fool. I’d have to watch my mom do my sisters hair. She’d be tugging and have my sister crying and it looked painful. I saw Black women as unnecessarily abusive because of this. Negroes trying to do some shit they didn’t know anything about or what they were doing. You see adults always think they can just say anything to children and the child is supposed to just take whatever an adult says. That’s why people like me are born on this planet. These teachers would get to talking this stupid shit in Sunday School about one God that created all and nothing created him. I said no teacher, something has to come from something.

Well, is God a man or a woman? How is their creation with only one sex? You’re not making sense lady. Oh, you have a story about all the animals on the planet fit on one big boat? Well that’s how many different monkeys? How many different large cats, dogs, how many different snakes? Oh but your bible says no unclean animals? Then why are there snakes here now, since they are deemed unclean? Were Adam and Eve Black or white? This broad looking at me like I’m crazy. These Sunday school teachers go running to my parents talking about, I’m to challenging. No, you dumbass stop teaching shit you don’t know shit about. You’re force feeding garbage to your own blood. Now I’ve lost respect for all adults. From then on an adult that wasn’t my parents wasn’t going to tell me nothing.

I was in the Boy Scout Group of the neighborhood, which opened me up to several different classes, of the white male. The white race knows how to be comfortable within who they are, regardless of how their habits, behaviors, and fetishes may be different from one another viewed and/or judged. I state this to prepare you for the things I’ve witnessed. I became friends with one white boy named Jon who lived on the more prestige area of the neighborhood which was close to the Country Club. Jon was the first one to put me on to marijuana. This fact still tickles me relative to my marijuana habit now. I also became friends with a guy named Nate. He lived in a house where his mother adopted children, I never saw any Black children over there, but that situation is occurring more and more. Interracial families are against the laws of nature as everything in America is. America was designed and built off of interracial families and interracial sex and will continue to be. Nate’s house was filled with insanity at all times, his mother only had boys biologically so she would adopt girls. Girls and boys in orphanages are 9 times out of 10 molested, raped, neglected and/or traumatized. These girls were always attracted to me, they wanted to be my girlfriend. One girl took me to the cemetery and tried to pull my dick out. Another girl who had large breasts told me that her mother used to whip her on the chest to make them bigger, I guess it worked.

The street I lived on was a weird scene. At the top of the street lived Joey & Timmy, next door lived a deaf man. Across the street lived some twin girls Kandice & Katie that had some younger brothers Jerry & Adam. Jerry & Adam got caught 69ing together by their sisters and I watched them eat worms out the dirt from underneath an old rotten sock. Next door to them lived a retarded boy & his brother was deaf, it was rumored their parents were brother and sister. Down the street was the Christian family, who didn’t have a TV, a radio, or a microwave, they basically ostracized themselves from society. Across the 4 way you had Ian & Blaine who later moved out, they had racist toys all in their house, I didn’t know what they were at that age but they never treated me out of order. I lived on the end of that street in the house by the corner next to a small 4 tenant apartment building. Down the streets from us was this white trash hippy family. There were a couple of kids who didn’t come outside at all. In white neighborhoods all the kids don’t go to the same schools. They all have their different perspectives and they defend whatever lifestyle they live. They are not open minded by majority rule, but yet again they are because they collectively play their separate roles in harmony of another. To come all out and recognize and accept each others differences. Negros once did the same activity, but we did it with whole tribes at a time. On the other side of the cemetery lived a kid named Jimmy. He was the trouble starter of them all.

My Television viewing was restricted of certain channels. Enforced curiosity will always be sufficed. If you tell a child what they cannot do and touch and that’s exactly what they will do, just to find out why you told them not to. My parents tried to stop me from watching MTV, other music channels and Black movies that were coming out at the time. On the reverse side of things, my mother played Negro History based board games with me as a child. She also had an Egyptian doll in a case that was the hue of a Caucasian. I think it was Cleopatra who in essence was of mixed blood. These small elements played on my psyche as well. I became friends with the white boys of the Boy Scout group and I was the only Negro. I went camping with these mountain men in every season & condition. I learned a lot. This is important for you and your children, to be familiar with nature in all its forms. When it comes to survival, you'd be better off learning the small tricks in the woods than in jail. Just like, it would be wiser to become a scholar in society rather than a philosopher in jail. We don’t have time for bullshit. I learned traveling tactics, animal sound identification, poisons, emergency response, honor, a code of respect.

There was a time we had to save a boy from drowning. He was playing around on the thin ice and fell under and got trapped. We ran out there and all of us fell into the ice cold water and I had to drag him out. My father didn’t come on most of these trips; it was me and white men of the woods with their sons. For a Black man to leave his child amongst another race especially when having a history of violence and opposition, he would have to be labeled as a fool. Over time I lost complete respect for my father. In the Black psyche relative to this time, the fathers of the household felt as if all they had to do was pay bills. There was no moral mandate of a relationship. Teach him to be a man, make sure he gets a job and he’ll be fine is the quote of the day.

I didn’t see any reason to idolize anybody of any race at this time. The boys of my neighborhood were wild. All of the parents of all the white families were divorced except for Jon and Nate. Out of me taking the white family model as the model to achieve, I in essence assisted with the divorce of my parents. Now, divorce regardless of race is the American social standard. I used to go out with these white boys and do all types of senseless shit. We used to spray paint up the neighborhood. Bury eggs until they were rotten and then put them in somebody’s air condition or throw them at someone’s house. Play truth or dare and get the girls of the neighborhood naked. We wouldn’t do anything with them. Supposedly the white boys were getting their rocks off. I didn’t fuck a white girl till later. The white woman to the Black man in this world is a social status symbol. It would be a violation for a white girl to break my virginity and I write a book called The Black Man’s Bible. Let’s not deal with fake ass niggas and fake shit.

I started to witness talent and organization towards crime with these kids. Jimmy & I would go to the Kmart and get a big bag, put it in one location of the store. Then go get the paintballs, the gun, the co2’s, and the pellets. Rip all the shit out of its packages, put it in the bag and walk out the store. We would ride around all night shooting up homes, cars, and people. There was one homeless kid who always hung around us. The other white boys treated him like shit, I guess because subconsciously no white person has a reason to be homeless during this time period and in essence it is an eye sore. Its disgusting and a disrespect towards their ancients who have put in astronomical work. The Caucasians feel this way to such an extent that they will report bums loitering in their ritzy neighborhoods to the police. Black people inherently see the police as an enemy. Due to the fact that the police structure in America derived from the Ku Klux Klan and the Old European Executioner.

We were at an older guy’s house in the neighborhood messing around with the paintball gun and Jimmy cocked it and took the clip out. He gave the gun to Joey, Joey aimed it at the poor boys head and told him to stop tripping and shot the gun. He didn’t know it was loaded, I saw this boys eye hang out the socket. The orange paintball all over his face. This was at point blank range. We all scattered like roaches.

These white boys were sort of in a cross of cultural acceptance. Their children don’t understand their position in society until later. They are told, don’t listen to that, and don’t think the niggers got one up on you. They couldn’t stop from joining our gangs, listening to our music, wearing our style of clothing or shoes named after famous Black sports players. It will always be a social demand to follow and do whatever the Negro is doing. This is with all races. In essence we all listened to 2pac, Snoop, Death Row who was running things at that time in Black music and media. The lifestyle portrayed was Gangsterism. Everybody wanted to be a Gangsta. I didn’t know what the hell a Gangsta was yet. I was soon to know and be oversaturated with it. We would stand in front of the store and get adults to buy us cigarettes. Around the same time Magic Johnson retired from the NBA because of AIDS and Eazy - E died of AIDS. So the condom propaganda was heavy in society and the plastic companies were making a killing. At the same time women were yelling No Glove, No Love.

I must recall to Brown Park which was right across the street from the cemetery. This park had summer programs me and my sister used to go to. I only recall this park to bring up a scene when we were all at the park playing, out of know where we hear a scream. We go running to the swing set and low and behold, the white boy is lying on the ground, all twisted out of shape and his forearm bone is sticking out of the skin. Of Course everybody is frantic and acting a nut. We call the ambulance and it is taking forever. For some odd reason, I can’t stop myself from laughing. I always find myself laughing at situations like this, which are extremely gory. The camp director takes the boys arm and shoves it back into place. It forces the skin of his finger tips to go up as he jammed it in too far. The boy looks at me and screams Fucking Nigger. I just looked at him and laughed and stated you’re the one fucked up on the ground. I’ll never forget that, I did not cause nor was any Black person around during this scenario. Besides screaming out of agony for his mother he only yells out fucking nigger for no reason.

Jimmie’s home and Melissa’s home, were hoarder homes. My sister really only had 1 friend in the neighborhood, her name was Leslie. Leslie’s dad was handicapped and ended up committing suicide. A hoarder is a person who stores an infinite amount of useless garbage in their home. This useless garbage can spill over into the yard. There are also animal hoarders who will have 50 dogs running around in their house or 80 cats etc. It’s a high level of insanity. Nobody in my family that I know of has this issue. Even though my mom says my dad’s aunt had similar habits. My sister gravitated towards the white thought of life. It is easier for Black women to accept western civilization then it is for Black men. For instance in 1856, 3000 Black men were lynched and only 50 Black women were. This needs to be taken into consideration when one thinks of his current plight in this country and the situations which have made America, America. One can blatantly see that the Black man and woman have different histories and are viewed and treated differently.

I became close friends with the kid up the street his name was Joey. He was German and a Leo. When Leos are in the same space it will begin as compadres and end as enemies. At least that’s been my experience. We hung out a lot when I came back from school. My mom took me to take some city test. I got high scores and some school requested me to attend. So, I started going to this advanced school named Bloom in 4th grade. There was a small Black population in this school. The majority of these niggas were from hoods. They’re parents were dope dealers, government workers etc; laymen’s jobs. So I kicked it with my niggas at school, after school I’d kick it with these crazy ass white boys. I was wearing big ass funny glasses, shit I'm in the 4th grade I got no control over my clothes. This became an issue later. The parents of the other kids didn’t mind spending money on their kids looking fly. I had to wear Kmart shit. Not that my dad didn’t have the money. He was just cheap and didn’t understand the importance of social respect. It'll bite him in the ass later, just like it will do you, when not having a balance with your child’s appearance. Regardless of all of that, the girls saw something in me at a young age I didn’t know shit about.

We went on a field trip to see some birds in a special park. During the time period my skin started acting up. Its hard to describe. If I rubbed my skin it would come up like a bubble. Basically my whole body was peeling, from head to toe I was peeling all over. My mom started getting worried thinking I must’ve caught something from a bird while being on the field trip. She starts getting worried and takes me to the doctor. The doctor takes my blood and urine samples. When he comes back he has a frantic look on his face. He tells my mother, We couldn’t find anything wrong with your son, all his measurements are fine, but he does have the testosterone level of a horse. We don’t know the reason for his skin peeling. So my skin just kept peeling until everything peeled off. It was weird sort of like a reptile shedding his skin.

My first real encounters with Black girls was at this school. When I first started going to the school in the 4th grade the girls in the 6th grade wanted to be with me. One who had a limp wanted me to be her boyfriend, I declined. To me, I looked like a nerd, I had big glasses, wearing 80 style clothing. It was like 92-93. I remember this big fine girl started going to the school and all the niggas were gawking. My homie Thess wanted to get with her so he gonna tell me to tell her. I tell her and she tells me she gotta crush on me. Niggas didn’t like that, oh well. Her name was Nicolia. From what I understand about women now, I think she was being molested at her home. She was on super lock down. Her body was too full for such a young age. I liked the girl, but she couldn’t do anything. She couldn’t talk on the phone with boys and couldn’t go anywhere. News Flash: Regardless of your Momma, Granny, Sister, Auntie, and your daughter the pussy is designed to get fucked and so it shall. So it was a school thing, I got tired of it. On Valentine's Day I cussed her out and dumped her in front of the whole cafeteria and she ran out crying. I don’t know why I did that. This was my first experience on heart breaking.

At school the niggas was putting me on to rap, gang lifestyle, had me holding weed at school. I didn’t know what it was, even though my parents were smoking weed, my dad quit before my mom. I would get teased all the time about these cheap ass clothes I was wearing even though I’m still getting girls. So I started complaining to my parents. I gotta job. A real job. I had to wake up rain, sleet or snow at 3-4 in the morning, sometimes in 20 below weather. I was delivering newspapers. Little did I know delivering information was going to be my life long mission. I had to wear these newspapers on my chest and back. It was about 80-100 pounds. Oh well, it don’t matter I got to get fly at school. The job taught me real early that jobs were bullshit, but working is mandatory. No matter what you want to do with your life you got to have faith in it. You must work your ass off, until you have gone thru the ranks and gained the experience. Then you get your turn to stick your foot up other people’s asses. Slavery, as being the reason for the creation of man, will remain on this planet. Everything you see and know is built from it. I tasted such a scenario when I was young. Soon I was gonna graduate from elementary. The white boys were getting into drinking and shit I didn’t fuck with yet.

I got teased a lot, that’s part of the reason I gotta job to buy clothes my parents didn’t see logic in buying. What kid doesn’t get teased, it’s a part of growing up. Getting bullied makes you stronger if you don’t fold. Parents will try to dress their children due to what they know from their times. That shit doesn’t work. I had to go out and start my own fashion. I hated it so much, due to the fact I was young and couldn’t do nothing but fight everybody who talked shit. I tried to commit suicide. I went on a field trip to a museum and they did an electricity presentation and also taught how it can kill. So I went home and put one hand in the water and stuck a key in the electricity socket. I felt the surge run through my whole body, but it skipped my heart. The volt bubbled the water that my hand was in. The electricity in the bathroom was out for like 3 - 5 hours it eventually came back on. Then I knew, I’d just have to keep on fighting, which is tiresome and pointless. But it makes you stronger.

Hanging out with those white boys, one time I took a pharmaceutical called Dramamine. The shit had my shadows fighting me. I would never take that type of over counter drug shit again. We were babies that were born from hippy/revolutionary parents, and that was all of us, Black, white it didn’t matter on that point. They showed me what a gravity bong was, which is a 2 liter bottle with the bottom cut off and a pipe made out of tin foil in the cap area. On the flip side of the same coin, as a child my parents made sure I was travelling everywhere instead of having me draped in the finest linen. At school white children got the same thing, the Black kids just got the clothes. This was a time period in America where road tripping on vacations was the norm for those who could afford it. I had family scattered all across the south so we would travel to see them. Gas was cheap then no more than. 75 cents a gallon, there was still payphones around for a dime. While on the road my mother forced us to read books. She bread my sister and I into stone cold readers. I was forced to read the American classics, these books are very important to understand the root of America, and Western Life and they are: Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde, Huckleberry Finn, Tom Sawyer, Moby Dick, Oliver Twist, Tale of Two Cities, etc. Later on I developed to Frankenstein, Vampires, The Blob, King Kong, Godzilla and all of the old school material. In literature these are all American Classics. This is sub conscious training for the land and culture that you live in.

We went on a road trip to see my grandfather, my dad’s dad. This was going to be the first and last time I ever saw him. While on the way there we went to some dog races. They were betting on the dogs of course. My mom told me to go down and look at the dogs and choose which ones I thought were going to win. So I go down there and observe, I come back and tell my mom 2, 5, and 7. She said ok, didn’t play those numbers, and the exact same numbers I called and in that order won, in 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place. Because they didn’t play the numbers, there goes $15,000 out the window. My mother and father looked at me with her mouth dropped and said go do it again, I went down there and chose 3, 6, and 9, told my mother. Neither did my dad or my mother play the numbers I gave them and my number selection won again. $500,000 out the window behind ignorance. I didn’t know what money was completely but I knew those were large numbers and I was furious. All that money gone, I lost a large amount of respect for adults that day.

When we got there I thought it was kind of ironic that he lived up an old road that had an extremely old cemetery right across the street from where he lived. Personally, I thought the man was bat shit crazy. He lived on an open field and had 3 big 18 wheeler trailers, he lived off of. Basically, 1 was refrigerated and was stocked with nothing but meat and ice cream, and then the other one was like bread and rice, and pantry type items. The other was like miscellaneous. He lived in a separate trailer that was like an RV. Then he had a faucet that came directly out of the ground and had an old school tub outside, with a piece of glass on top of it so the sun could heat up the water. This is where they took baths and got water. I thought these niggas lost their rabid minds. He was still having babies. So I had an uncle that was the same age as me. This was my Rolling Stone Grandfather. He had families all across the country and denied all of them except my dad and his sister. He had a birth mark on his stomach and I was the only one that had that same exact birthmark in the same location. The PIMPING was passed on.

I went to several museums & zoos all over the mid-west and the south. Still to this day I’ve never been to New York or in the north east nor have I been to California, Seattle area. Travelling is very important, and do as much of it as possible. My parents took my sister & I to the Bahamas, I’ve never seen a natural water so clear since. At the time I didn’t appreciate these things, but now as an adult I understand what was being done, the instillation of wisdom. A real nigga can survive anywhere. Respect is the key element. That’s why I must mention all of these details. My mother and father got into a huge argument I’ll never forget. They argued over my mother buying a fur coat for $10,000. This is a symbol of many psychological issues that stem from slavery, but we won’t get into that right now. This was the beginning of the end of their relationship. It was a bullshit purchase in my eyes. If you don’t own any type of business or got millions of dollars you do not need a fur coat. Women’s minds get caught in the glamour and glitz real quick. Then again some women don’t care for it, depends on how they’re raised.

Material items for men are social status symbols. Their masculinity is judged by physical strength or intelligence shown by power and achievements. Power in today’s age is your finances. Fame is nothing to desire, you must seek the fortune. The ones that tell you money is not important they already have money and don’t want you getting any or becoming competition. Never go for a deal unheard of. Leave dope alone as much as possible when it comes to selling and using. This argument they had and the things my dad would explain to me at the time made me conclude that women are retarded in the guises of money. I’ll keep it simple with you, a woman’s face isn’t on the money, and therefore she doesn’t know what to do with it. It is a man’s face on the money and birds of the same feather flock together. Never trust a woman with your money or her own by majority rule. If you do not do this you have set yourself up for failure.

It was Christmas time and we were going to go see some cousins in Carbondale, Ill. These were once again relatives on my dad’s side that I’m just now finding out are a bunch of of looney birds. Anyways, it was 3 cousins of mine that were very good looking, their names were Crystal, Joy, and Kim. Crystal had a baby named Anthony. We were watching a basketball game on TV. Michael Jordan was the big hot shot at the time. This dumb bitch Crystal drags her baby up to the T.V. and says That’s your daddy right there!, Anthony that’s your daddy. Jamming her finger on the screen of the T.V. at Michael Jordan. I looked at this quack bitch like she has lost her rabbid mind. Understand that her intenetions are good by trying to identify the childs father as a man of power by being on television. While not having and knowledge of his financial status or any other status for that matter. At the same time the lie that she has downloaded in the child will later show up as extreme anger taken out on himself, men whoo look like him, children who have fathers or revenge upon her or other women later in life. By this time I’m starting to develop a keen eye on women and their movements especially their social agendas. The things they intentionally do, like lying for no reason.

While my parents are arguing all the time. I’m turning into a nigga, listening to rap music. I never followed the ways of the white boys around me. The school I was at was majority white as well but I kicked it with all the ghetto kids. I started listening to Scarface, Tupac, Dayton Family, Bone Thugs, Do or Die, Snoop Dog’s Doggystyle, Biggie, The Fugees, A Tribe Called Quest, Nas’s It was Written, Trick Daddy, Crucial Conflict, Too Short. Of course I bought the rap music with my money. I also payed attention to everything these white boys were listening to like: Insane Clown Possee, Marilyn Manson, NIN, STP, Pearl Jam, Smashing Pumpkins, REM, Nirvana, Metallica and others. Versatility is the key to life, as variety is the spice. Music embodies the psyche of the race, the culture, and the times and that’s past, present and future. I listen to classic music, as I read classic books, this builds a classy nigga. Every night I went to sleep to my father playing Mozart, Bach, Scott Joplin on the piano and my mother playing oldies on V103 in Chicago.

Music is very important to build your character off of and many other things. I will mention several more artists here which are important for you: Busta Rhymes, Ras Kass, Jayo Felony, 2pac/Makaveli, The Eastsidaz, Mos Def, Talib Kweli, Common, M.O.P., Wu Tang, Big L, Jay Z’, Fat Joe, Public Enemy, Screwed up, UGK, 3-6 Mafia, Outkast, Goodie Mob, Pastor Troy, Playa Fly, Kingpin Skinny Pimp, Twista, Yukmouth, Tech N9NE, All of Death Row, All of No Limit, All of Bad Boy until the No Way Out album, Redman, Eminem, Rakim, X Clan, T.I., Young Jeezy, All of Cash Money Old & New, 50 Cent, De La Soul, Lupe Fiasco, MC-Eiht, Z-Ro, DJ Quik, Suga Free, E-40, Cassidy, All of Sauve House, All of Rap a Lot, AZ, Foxy Brown, The Roots, Ice Cube, Ice T, Pete Rock & CL Smooth, DMX, The Lox, theres more that youll encounter from all of these artists. On the old school side as this is mandatory to be in your soul. I must mention them now as many of them are passing away: Earth Wind & Fire, The Funkadelics, Jimmy Hendrix, Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes, Curtis Mayfield, Isaac Hayes, Chaka Khan, The Shylites, The Ohio Players, L.T.D, Aretha Franklin, Roberta Flack, Gladys Knight, James Brown, The Isley Brothers, Michael Jackson, Luther Vandross, Stevie Wonder, Sammy Davis Jr, Cab Calloway, Dorothy Dandridge, Della Reese, Lena Horne, Etta James, Nat King Cole, Sammy Davis Jr. Nina Simone, Maxwell, Jill Scott, Scott Joplin, Erykah Badu, Lauryn Hill, Bob Marley, Fela Kuti, Roy Ayers, Prince, Mary Jane Girls, Loose Ends, Rick James, Cameo, Soul II Soul.

I didn’t know then what I was doing to my self, but I know now. These are the classics and the most of these artist, I listened to their first album. This is key, you must be very selective about what energy you add to you when it comes from unknown sources. These artists do things you would not believe after fame & fortune. So it is wise to apply strong discernment about what songs you enjoy as there are frequencies that enforce backwards habits and behaviors. Meaning the experiences one has and what a person socially accepts will be encoded in the frequency sound wave of their voice. This is the same for the original writer of the lyrics, in which the artist and the lyric writer may not be the same person. This is not necessarily the case with the composer of the actual music. Music has no time or birth date and will forever be. It is the 3rd Magic system that controls all of man. The first is human sacrifice, the second is sex/illusion. Magic has been applied to it centuries ago don’t be a victim to it. Listen to them when their energy is strong on their first album. I must say Rest in Peace to all the old schoolers I mentioned that are deceased and all the faceless ones I didn’t mention. If you want to have the several dynamics of the womans understanding in your system, the best place to get that is old school R & B. 1980’s & 90’s R& B is good as well. All the R & B and the majority of the rap in the 2000 especially the 2010’s is to be left alone for the safety of your sanity and wellbeing.

One day in my 6th grade year, we had a substitute teacher for a day. During class I had my hands in my desk and I flicked the teacher off. The student behind me who was a Black girl and was supposed to be my friend (at this school all the Black kids supposedly stuck together) raised her hand and snitched on me. Of course my first reaction as a child was uh uh shes lying. Then the teacher asked the entire class if anybody else saw me do it and every student in the room raised their hand. I mean kids all on the other side of the room raised their hand. This was my first experience letting me know the world

Reviews for The Black Mans Bible

[QuadiyrWilson · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

The author was kind of all over the place but there’s bits and pieces of the booked that I liked.

[d-fbuser-493891308 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I read this book when I was 18 I’m 20 going on 21 this book gave me a lot of insight. It’s life changing knowledge, I had to reread.