Perspectives Over Politics: Killing PC Culture & Pussyfooting Truth

By D. T. Dakota

Go on a journey with D.T. Dakota as he takes you from the dirty, rough streets of China to the countryside wilds of South Carolina. He explores what it means to be a Black man in America and abroad. No topic is sparred. Born and raised in Washington, DC, his book is politically incorrect, raw, and pulls no punches. DT will write about fistfights, near-death experiences, and other unmatched drama. These experiences mold his quite controversial views on race relations, politics, and the overly PC culture we inhabit. 

An advanced warning from DT: "NOT for the faint of heart!"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Prodigy Gold Books
• Release date: Feb 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781734624434

D. T. Dakota

Born in the projects of Washington, D.C., D.T. Dakota always knew the road to success is a lonely one; A road where friendships die, and new ideologies are conjured.

Book preview

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WHAT BECOMING AN AUTHOR TAUGHT ME

WHEN I BECAME an author in November 2018, it taught me so much. Now I have a better understanding of numbers, proportionality, and even mathematics to a certain extent. As I analyzed my sales charts and specific algorithms, I saw fit with how to switch up my marketing strategies and how to experiment with different techniques; the psychological effects of certain colors, i.e., red signaling danger and yellow signaling happiness.

I advertised through promotional ads, word-of-mouth, social proof, quid pro quo, and through a firestorm of social media interaction. Let me stop while I’m ahead before I give away too many of my secrets. Ha-ha! But seriously, as everyday Americans, we don’t take the time to learn about basic economics and how money works. Fort Knox doesn’t have an infinite supply of gold, so we need to learn the know-how behind a dollar. Not just obtaining the dollar which so many of us fall victim to.

Naturally, the road to success is very long and lonely for us creatives. Many people will not understand your vision and won’t even try to. Yet, many of us spend a lot of our time working for some company and upholding their vision. What about yours, though?

I thought to myself, working for people really sucks. I want to be my own boss. So, I quit one of my jobs and dedicated all my time to writing. Not to be braggadocios, but I’m way too creative and talented NOT to give myself that agency. Having said that, I’ve unlocked skills that I didn’t even know I had. I can bend my brain in ways that someone who’s been handed everything in life, or the average employee cannot. I’m invested in my visions and bringing them to fruition because my stakes are higher. I don’t have mommy and daddy to call on when I struggle with things. I have only myself. What many may view as a curse often is a blessing. This is undoubtedly the case when it comes to my state of independence. Hunger for success and stakes are paramount in ascertaining whether you will achieve it.

As Americans, we live in a commercialized society. By the way, if you don’t know what commercialized means (or other big words I use throughout this book), then forgive me. I have no problem with condensing my words but not with ALL words. Why should I have to? I don’t even really use big words. People are just stupid.

Anyway, herein lies the problem. We have become so dumbed down and in turn, have lost our ability to think critically and analytically. At the forefront of this anti-intellectualism is hysteria and emotionalism which is perpetuated by the liberal mainstream media. The media perpetuates this hysteria and division because there’s no profit in a cure. As someone who used to believe in the fear mongering and hysteria, the media sells, it’s scary to see how well they’ve brainwashed us all!

One Facebook user characterized the usage of the Trump name on my first book, as a tar stain on a white dress. Excuse me? President Trump gets millions and millions of clicks on his social media daily. The name Trump as a keyword drives a bevy of people to my work. Excellent marketing strategy if you ask me or anyone else with a brain. She reminded me of that NPC meme that says orange man bad. She’s probably one of my secret shoppers. Ha-ha!

Anyway, in life there are winners, and there are losers. You can’t be better if you’re always bitter. If you are mad at the next man for getting off his butt to make things happen, then what does that say about you? The gumption that one possesses is a sum of their personal life experiences and drive to overcome them. I have had many life experiences that have brought me to where I am now.

If you want to find out about some of those experiences in my early life, purchase my first book, Red Pilled! on Amazon. By the way, I believe multiple streams of income is imperative to have. It creates financial stability. When you have multiple streams of income, you attain certain security in your life. You will reach a crescendo of resourcefulness and keep reaching greater heights from there.

I always knew I was destined for greater. People tend not to like me, and I say this in the most objective way possible. But they’re losers and envious, so I’m doing something right. Some backstabbers and backbiters would copycat and rip-off my ideas on both sides of the aisle! But you know what? I used that as fuel to keep going. To keep striving and keep researching.

Often, this entailed getting up at the crack of dawn to perform the work that I had to fulfill. From analyzing my sales charts to recognizing different variables that affect sale surges etc. The early bird gets the worm. For instance, at 3:58 am, I did a little book promo on Instagram because I knew that time was hot. Twelve hours away in London, people are surfing the web and on their phones after a long school day or workday. I also invoked the usage of several hashtags.

By the way, I don’t use an alarm clock. I never have and never will. My body clock ALWAYS wakes me up at the right time. That circadian rhythm is something. Conservatives are usually more organized and hardworking.

Conservatism has been one of the guiding lights throughout my life. This encompasses the fiscal and conservatism of energy and resources. In Red Pilled! I touched on the time I spent in South Carolina doing community work, which I characterize as a social experiment of sorts. These people would always leave lights on unattended, which didn’t sit well with me. People in other countries don’t have light at all and live in darkness.

Meanwhile, these people—mostly liberals—consistently took for granted how fortunate we were to live in this country where resources are funneled excessively, and where even the poor people are fat! Not to mention, when they saw a Black American man present himself well, speak English articulately firsthand, it scared the living shit out of them. But I’ll save that for a couple of chapters ahead.

These people also lacked the ability to disagree maturely. They have no emotional intelligence. They fought with feelings instead of facts, spewed ad hominem (the go-to one was you think you’re better than us), and then acted oblivious when you fought back in personal terms against their attacks. As you can tell, I’m excited to discuss this with you guys. But I’ll have to save that for a couple of chapters later.

I say all of this to say, that being ostracized, and a loner taught me how to stand alone—a skill we all need to have. When you don’t need others for validation, you reach a new level of self-awareness and individuality. Through this self-awareness and lessened distractions, you have more time to become productive and resourceful. When this happens, you notice more and become more attuned to things that usually go over people’s heads.

For instance, I’ve always noticed how there was overlap between different classes I would take in school and capitalize on it. One thing I learned in psychology class may apply to my exercise class. This fundamental ability to multitask and draw connections is essential. Bilinguals possess this ability and many other people who are inclined to multitask.

I had no father growing up and had no choice but to learn how to do things on my own. I learned how to tie a tie on my own and so many other things. This self-sufficiency is only growing as I get older. Because of this, I am not people dependent. Have you ever noticed how people describe themselves in relation to others on their social media bios? Proud Wife. Happily married Husband. Brother. These cookie-cutter labels are where most people get their sense of validation and purpose. Mines have always come from a more individual place.

I’ve been working my ass off ever since my first book published (and I don’t believe in taking breaks)! In-kind, I’ve taken advantage of every opportunity that came to network with people and pick their brains. I’ve done a few radio and video interviews. I have done lots and lots of counting graphs and charts, and because of this, I have finally discovered the real purpose of math, which I have pondered since first grade.

The true purpose of mathematics is to help with critical thinking and analytical skills. These skills we have so abandoned as a society. Without the ruckus of fake friends and distractive noise, this has been so much easier to see. Most people are people-oriented, but I’m self-oriented. I like my privacy and my own company. People are distracting, self-serving, and usually, have hidden agendas and ulterior motives. I’ve seen it so many times already that I have become disillusioned and demoralized by society to the point of no return.

You’ve got to set the tone that says, I like you, but I don’t need you. This tone of I like you but don’t need you is set by how you present yourself. There aren’t many people whom I trust because people like to use others for ego strokes and morality points. Especially people whom you share some sort of race, tribe, or background with. Why should I trust someone by default, based on them having the same skin color or background as me without first showing themselves worthy? I’m going to dive into this mistake in a later chapter. I promise.

When I say that the I like you but don’t need you tone is set by how you present yourself, this includes your appearance, clothing, and demeanor. Whenever I wear suits, I feel so powerful. Unstoppable. I also get into a business mindset by default. I didn’t know any businessmen OG’s to teach me the lowdown growing up. But I’m learning more and more as I go along. I do what I love. I have two jobs, published one book, am writing this book, and invest in some penny stocks occasionally. Enterprise and providing tangible keepsakes to society in the form of my books is where I find my purpose.

Once, I told myself, You can’t hang around people who don’t add value to your life anymore. Their defeatist and leech mentality rub off like paint. Similarly, ballers and shot callers’ hustle mentalities rubs off too. Their sense of enterprise, productivity, and purpose are contagious and encouraging. Nowadays, I don’t feel right unless I’m doing something productive. This has progressed as I’ve grown up. The older I get, the grouchier I become too.

Thus, I’m very hard on myself and therefore hold myself to very high standards. I’ve always known I was one of the chosen ones to bring forth the conservative messages of individuality, capitalism, and free thought that I tout in this book. Let me tell you, fulfilling this mantle has been incredibly eye-opening. In October 2018, I attended the Young Black Leadership Summit at the White House, and President Trump said something very praising of us attendees that stuck with me.

You’re leaders in your schools, churches, and communities. That’s why you’re here...and other people aren’t. A lot of people are jealous of you. You’ll look twenty years from now and you’ll be at this plateau... President Trump said. I am striving every day as an author to build a lifeline of work towards this plateau.

We are all products of our personal experience and social programming. I’m no different. That said, the second part of this book drifts away from journal entries and anecdotal evidence, but not entirely. The time that I spent in China and South Carolina was pivotal to my personal growth and worldview. It helped to shape my patriotism, worldview, and hustle. Everywhere you turned in China, the people were hustling. The night market (not as shady as it sounds) in my neighborhood was open seven days a week. With a consumer base of about ten million, that’s not bad at all! For the second and third chapters of this book, I will incorporate journal entries. These journal entries cover over a year’s worth of material and have been edited since their respective origins for artistic purposes. Long but extremely entertaining. Beware, this is not ALL political or deep. While I do push the envelope if you’re expecting lewd or lascivious material, this book isn’t for you. This isn’t that kind of book.

No matter how vacuous or vapid the accounts I share may seem, they offer a different perspective to someone out there yearning for it, and that’s what matters most. They will chronicle hangovers, near-death experiences, violence, fistfights, phony apology letters, and much bickering! I had some tough times down in China and South Carolina, but I also had some fun times too.

Sidebar: Viewer discretion is advised.   

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THE PEOPLE’S REPUBLIC OF CHINA

8/24/17

AUGUST 2017. About a dozen other students (whose anonymity I will respect, except for a quick shout-out to Army veteran and minister Jina, who took to me as her little brother) and I are going to China. We had been chosen as a part of the White House Initiative on HBCUs (kudos to Omarosa for advising the President on the executive order that moved it from the Department of Education directly to the White House).

We landed in Beijing, China, on a layover late that night around 9 p.m. It was very humid out and everything was written in Mandarin. Not to mention, the jet lag. Talk about some jet lag (the flight was twelve hours long)! I felt so weary and just wanted to go to bed. The four-star hotel we all stayed at was in the Wangfujing district of Beijing. The hotel wasn’t much of a walk from the train station connected to the airport.

I searched all night for the bars and nightclubs but only wound up at a 7/11, where I purchased some exotic flavored Doritos and a crisp beer. I didn’t even know they had those over here! Omnipresent Mandarin, lawless death-sentence roads in the twilight where anything goes, and familiar things with foreign writings on them. I had indeed entered the twilight zone. When I got back inside the hotel room, I sifted through the TV channels, but nothing was on, but the nightly news and weird contest reality shows. So, I just went to bed and got some much-needed rest.

The following morning at dawn, it dawned on me that I was in another country. Of course, I knew it when we touched down, but the magnitude of it began to sink in. The importance of it all was not lost on me. No one I knew had done what I just did. I felt the immediate need to celebrate this. I’m no alchie, but I was drinking all the mini liquors that come with the hotel room. Being a big ole cheapskate, I ended up refilling them with water when I found out how much they cost! Talk about exorbitant!

The group was going to be living in Heilongjiang province, which bordered Russia. The region was otherworldly cold and home to the famous Harbin International Ice and Snow Festival. We flew there the day afterward and got settled into our new home.

8/28/17

From the outside looking in, I must have looked like I was from the dirt roads of Feizhou (Africa). All of the cabbies assumed so. They always gawked at me in wonder and shared their cigarettes with me. For I was in China, one of humanity’s oldest civilizations. Our city Harbin is home to a population of ten million. The group would live in a high-rise hotel near the school we’d attend. Every night an ancient Chinese melody would play from the outside street. Dun Dunn...dun dun dun. The pace was fast, vendors abound on the street, and a bunch of dialects that leave you perplexed yet in awe are in full swing. However, I remained faithful that I would conquer the language of the land. Most of my interactions and encounters were carried out through facial expressions, gestures, context, and very rarely a sliver of English.

When we got to Harbin, it was very cloudy and drizzling. Mother Nature didn’t give the warmest welcome, right? That night, I and a few others from the group alongside the trip coordinator Kyle, went to Blackjack bar on Bar Street to unwind during our first week in Harbin. I sipped on a rum and coke and watched the hip-hop B-boys battle rap to an instrumental of Mack Wilds’ Henny. This was the perfect warm-up for later at the club. At the club, I had lots to drink and talked to so many people. I mingled with everybody that had an interesting look about them. Everyone in China dresses fashionably and is heavily influenced by Western culture. Even the music they played came from America. I was a bit surprised to hear them play Redbone by Childish Gambino.

I even danced with and drank after this New Zealander girl’s drink and bummed a cigarette, so I look cool smoking. She looked like a woman of means, and I wanted to impress her. It turns out, her name was Summer, and I was right. She was a lawyer in Shanghai. I hadn’t heard too much from her after that night.

8/29/17

As much as I was yearning for some fried chicken, mac & cheese, and collard greens, I’ve begun embracing my new normal. Even more so now because I met a couple of dudes from Guinea Equatorial, who I could now hang out with. Marcos and Obama. I asked Obama whether he was related to 44th U.S. President Barack Obama, but he said, no. They were very friendly and eager to meet someone of their race. As the long line of students gathered to pay for their health insurance cards, we spotted each other. They gave me that universal head nod that Black me do to each other.

They studied at a different school than I did, so I don’t know why they were at mine. We chatted for a while and parted ways after exchanging information. As far as I was concerned, I didn’t care that they had fresh off the boat, thick accents. They seemed cool and intelligent. I could use their help with speaking and deciphering Mandarin because they had been there for quite some time already. Probably about one or two years.

The language could easily leave you feeling clueless, helpless, and bewildered. Even though I didn’t know the language, I always managed to ask correctly, zhege duoshuo qian? (How much?), find a new