It seems the negative word thug is always used to misrepresent the entire African American, Negro, or black communities. Honestly, people who distort racial integrity by misguiding readers, viewers, and listeners are worse than those they are writing or talking about. Such viewpoints are transparent as they are criminal acts of spreading hate.
As a humanitarian I find hate served on any platform detestable and a waste of time. So, therefore, today my vocabulary word is “thug” because I object to the ignorance of those that use it improperly. And it is such ignorance that keeps hate alive. And in keeping hate alive it becomes an avenue for exploitation by discriminatory acts when negative words are used to describe others by race, age, disability, ethnic, religion, sex, sexual orientation, and etc. Despite the worlds gratifying social exposure of discovering people are people, a pocket of people continue hate cycles for the sake of personal gain.
Part of Speech: noun
- a cruel or vicious ruffian, robber, or murderer.
- (sometimes initial capital letter) one of a former group of professional robbers and murderers in India who strangled their victims.
Last night I watched a History Channel special on the movie series Indiana Jones. The purpose of the show was to separate fact from fiction as it relates to the movie. While watching the show I was introduced to origin of the word “Thug”. When you think of a thug what image comes to mind? Is it a Black or Brown man? Is he iced out with diamonds and wearing baggy pants? Most people think of a thug as living in a poverty stricken urban area ( Ghetto) in the United states. The origin of the word “Thug” couldn’t be farther from its present meaning. The word Thug originates from an 800 year old cult called Thuggee in India. Thuggee were known for befriending travelers and killing them with the ultimate intention of robbing them. According to the Guinness Book of World Records, this cult is responsible for the death of 2 million unsuspecting travelers.
So the question arises, ” How did we get from Thuggee to thug?” The Indian Cult and its practices were popularized and introduced to main stream Western Culture through books such as Confessions of a Thug by Philip Meadows Taylor (1839). Thuggee was also popularized by British Culture as Great Britain Ruled India from 1858 to 1947. In a way it bothers me that such a negative word like thug is largely associated with Blacks when it should be associated with Indians. How is it that we get the bad rap when they’ve been “thuggin” for 800 years! If we’re going to play the name game then we need to call prostitutes Geisha Girls! If there are any words that you can think of that are unfairly associated with your or someone else’s culture, please feel free to comment.
As I lay in bed this morning I began to ponder over a stressful decision. Sorrowfully my current circumstance keeps me in thought.
My focus was and is on the key-players that are taking advantage of a person I have come to love and respect. I thought about my role, or the lack thereof, in all the confusion. Did I take the high road? Or did I take the easy road? Whatever road I took it left a loved one in the midst of a pack of deceitful, vicious and greedy wolves.
- Each is spiritually tearing apart this poor person.
- Each has mentally and emotionally taken advantage of this person because of health challenges.
- Each has set their attention to take the mountain from a person that never wanted to own the mountain.
- Each has shown their truest color; and, once again, the problem has resurfaced in my life; and things are worse than before.
It’s funny how people will devour another if they think the possibility to get something for nothing has become available. Furthermore, it’s hilariously sad to watch them destroy people they pretend are allies. And, moreover, these people are so stupid that they don’t even realize their evil actions are as transparent as them. They take everyone to be fools as they fail to realize “Every dog with its eyes closed ain’t sleep.”
Apparently a young man was running late for work when he saw a car accident. He called his boss to leave a message about his delay. But afterwards he finds himself giving a blow-by-blow account of what was taking place between a man and elderly women. This is truly the funniest story and voicemail I have ever heard.
- Funny Phone Message As Little Old Lady’s Beat Up A Bully (myq105.cbslocal.com)
- Study Break – The Best Voicemail About a Car Accident (helpfromavideoholic.wordpress.com)
With Thanksgiving quickly approaching I am at a lost for a dinner menu.
Honestly, I am so over turkey and dressing, collard greens, black-eyed peas, mashed potatoes covered in turkey gravy, corn, candy yams and sweet potato-pie with a dollop of cool-whip. But if I met one person that has never feasted on such a lavish Thanksgiving meal I would find the strength to prepare it and cultivate an appetite to eat it once again.
Yesterday my cousin Theresa told me I was not the person she once knew. She said, “You’ve changed.” She went on to express how she remembered my tearful outbursts and moments later how I would be extremely happy, or short-tempered. Honestly, I had forgotten those moments and the young woman that felt life was not worth living. And I find it spiritually amazing how God will allow others to remind you of days gone by. And how the kindness of others helped transformed your life during difficult moments. As a result of my transformation I am grateful for all things.
So today I am taking the time to search for and post inspiring messages to help someone along the way. If the message I share is not for you please pass it on. You never know who will need words of encouragement. So to kick off my inspirational Friday messages is the below video of a businessman’s compassion for humanity.
Last Sunday I was pressed to write a prayer for my blog “The Prayers of Black Women.” I wasn’t sure of my spiritual request to God; but, I felt my prayer should have been about Black women.
[Please don’t stop reading. God is working in my life on my misplaced and misguided thoughts, and you will read the transformation soon.]
Any-who-how, I was proud of my “I’m Black and I’m Proud” prayer. Yet, I desired another persons opinion [preferably a black person]. So, I asked my son to come and proofread the prayer I had written.
Again, please don’t stop reading. God is working in my life on my misplaced and misguided thoughts about what it truly means to be a Black woman; and believe me when I write, my transformation is coming soon. Sooner than I expect!
For the past couple of days my soul has been unease about the image I’m projecting as a woman of color.
In my personal life I have an array of friends from all walks of life.
With great remorse, I have notice when I write I come across as a person of color that do not like people from other race groups. The image I’m projecting is totally the opposite of my character. Totally! And if you keep reading you will soon see God is getting ready to transform the way I have been thinking and writing lately.
Dialogue between me and my son:
Me: Can you please proofread my prayer?
My Son: Hum. Hum. Okay. (My son does not like to get involved in my writing projects. So I was shocked when he said he would help me.)
Me: So what do you think?
My Son: If I came across your blog I would not read it.
Me: Why? [I was shocked at his bluntness.]
My Son: Because it doesn’t have anything that could help me.
Me: Of course not! It’s a blog for Black women!
My Son: Isn’t this about prayer?
Me: Yes. But it is a prayer for Black women.
My Son: Shouldn’t prayer be for everyone?
As a former seminar student I recently realized several pitfalls of racism.
In 1 Corinthians 15:31, Paul writes, “For I swear, dear brothers and sisters, that I face death daily. This is as certain as my pride in what Christ Jesus our Lord has done in you.”
Though I am on a spiritual sabbatical, I am an ambassador for Christ; therefore, my color, race, culture, and personal beliefs outside of Christianity should die daily. But as it was, after finding myself upset with narrow-minded people I began a blog for Black women despite the need to encourage everyone.
Please understand, I am not a racist, my heart grieves for my race. With such sorrow I find myself disappointed with a group of people who keep allowing themselves to fall prey to the cruelties of society. My mind can’t grasp why these beautiful men and women continue to be mentally and emotionally castrated. It is painful to belong to a race and sit idle as it implode. Hosea 4:6 says, “My people perish for the lack of knowledge.
And because I don’t want my people to perish, sadly, my gender and my race became my cause to write. When in my case it should have been man’s inhumanity to man who made me want to make a difference by putting into action “the pen is mightier than the sword.” Because at the end of the day when all has been said and done we are still humans in need of love despite, race, color, culture, personal beliefs, personal choices, professional choices, religious choices, age and gender.
Until humankind understand that life without love and acceptance is all for not. We will continue to overlook the most important thing to remember about living: and that is when love transcend social boundaries it makes people do the right thing. In 1 Corinthians 13:2-7 Paul writes the below about love:
2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. 3 If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,[b] but do not have love, I gain nothing. 4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
About a week ago on a Facebook page I follow titled “White Men Who Love Their Black Women” the administrator posted the following:
I over heard a conversation among several White women today and they were talking about a couple of girls that didn’t seem threatening to them when it came to getting men or their boyfriends. Within the conversation they mentioned some things that they knew these girls possessed that made them seemingly, “less attractive”. The 1st notable remark that was made was the fact that one of the girls was heavy set—that almost automatically took her out of the game (according to these women). The 2nd comment was that another one of the girls was “universally unattractive” (according to them NO ONE would ever deem her pretty under anyone’s microscope). But the grand finale of a statement that was made that the last girl was Black—yes BLACK—that was why she didn’t pose a threat . These White women seemed to think that their White skin ordained them to be a peck above Black women getting White men just because they were White. My thing is this: I’m good as any girl of any color and I’ll be damned to think that a girl just being White and me being Black would take me away from even being considered an option of a White guy or for that, White men! Questions? Comments?
Due to time restraints I could not make a comment. So today I sit and write my feelings about the brutal honesty of those that publicly spoke on less threatening women when it comes to them dating and them maintaining marital security.
Love comes in multiple colors with surmountable reasons for loving. Only shallow people with low self-esteem will build outwardly with bitter words for mortar a false wall of security. The women gathered at this loathing banquet walked away more empty before they sat to fellowship. It is clear to see these women are not busy living productive lives. Surely what they say or think about women they consider less than is irrelevant to the cause of women of color progressing in life, personally and professionally.
Let’s speak truth: It is not women of color that seek tanning salons to darken their skin. Our skin tone is a birthright given to all colored women by God genetically. Subjectively, if I had problems with people of African descent I would never tan. The process of tanning would be in such a situation as hypocritical. Because to me non-colored people who have problems with Black people due to darker skin pigmentation are jealous, simple-minded, human beings that should have their mouths tape shut. I am only speaking about non-colored people who dislike for the sake of disliking and using color as a scapegoat. IT IS NOT LOGICAL TO TAN WHEN YOU DESPISE OTHER PEOPLE FOR NATURALLY HAVING WHAT YOU PAY TO ACQUIRE! Such actions provoke the question why are you making your skin the color of those you hate for having it!
As far as I am concern, I feel all people are beautiful . . .
And Black women do give to the rainbow of love. The only difference between Blacks and non-colored people are skin pigmentation’s. Outside of that! Nothing else is different when it comes to being human.
Sad to write, but unfortunately the White woman who made the harsh comment about Black women was correct based upon social stereotype. Therefore, at this point what is relevant and not irrelevant is how long it will take Black women to realize we must shift the way people think of us. We must show others as single people and as a group that we are worth dating and marrying (outside of our brown skin tones).
Women of color we need to change the dating and marring game to our home courts! We need to learn positive ways to effectively market us as people and a gender race group. We need to help other Black women that slipped through the cracks of life. We need to create dating and marring game plans that potential mates can understand; and in doing so we will inspire all men from all walks of life to crossover and play on our team as boyfriends and husbands. In addition, we need to first seek to understand so we will be understood.
I can only end that dating and marrying should be a personal choice. How a person arrives to dating this person or that person, and, or, marrying this person or that person again is a personal choice.
In my journey I have learned to cross over and date men from other races. To me the equipment all works the same despite hearsay! Laughter!
Have a great day! And remember Black women really do have it going on!