*In celebration of Black August/Afrikan Liberation Month, I decided to post an excerpt from my second book. The article is titled, "Consortium of Afro Latino Communities". Uhuru sase, y paz. *
"It's amazing how reality can come from fiction. Just look at the effect that science fiction has had on modern technology. Products and devices that were mere flights of fancy in science fiction of yesteryear are now modern marvels the some of us can't seem to live without. As well as in the technological arena, that can also happen in the political arena.
The idea for the Consortium of Afro Latino Communities came about from an (unfinished) fictional piece that I've been writing. The Consortium was developed as a means of regional consolidation to help uplift the various Afro Latino communities politically and economically. The Consortium was to run along the lines as other organizations that practice regionalism such as the Organization of American States (OAS), The Caribbean Community (CARICOM), European Union (EU), and the former Organization of African Unity, now known as the African Union (AU). The Consortium was to work in conjunction with other Afrocentric nationalist organizations throughout the Diaspora to help uplift all African descendents all over the glob politically, economically, socially, and educationally. It was part of a greater blueprint from global Black power.
Considering the recent political climate that we live in, and organization like this is surly, and sorely, needed. The various Afro Latino communities suffer from poverty, limited access to education, limited access to certain natural resources, political disenfranchisement and repression, and more recently, the theft of our ancestral lands by their respective government(s). An organization like the Consortium can help us pool our resources together, and forward our progression in various social and political arenas. We can create business cooperatives for trade and commerce, use our resources to build schools and other educational centers that will teach our children about their history, and amass political power to further our interests in the international political arena, influence foreign policy and investment in Africa. We could be a force in international trade and travel, being able to work and pool our resources along with our international brothers and sisters throughout the Diaspora, all the way to the mother continent of Africa."
To read more of the article, please purchase a copy of Raise Your Brown Black Fist 2: MORE Political Shouts of an Angry Afro Latino at your local bookstore.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Monday, August 6, 2012
Back in Da Dayz (Reminiscin' From Way Back)
Felt like waxing poetic today. Hope that you enjoy......
Back in da dayz...when early Hip Hop culture was a reality,
Instead of this corporately controlled commercialized fallacy...
Back when you were respected because of your verbal, artistic, and dancing skills,
And selling lots of records, or commercial acceptance from the mainstream didn't mean that you were ill...
The culture was in your heart, you felt it and you dealt it,
Now, you just wanna be ignorant and act hardheaded like a helmet...
FUCK rockin' Prada, Gucci, Hilfiger, and DKNY,
Stick to rockin' Mecca, FUBU, PNB, and Karl Kani...
Street dreams used to be made of these,
But now we suffer from a commercially controlled, corporate disease...
People like MTV and VH1 telling stories of our culture that are ALL wrong,
Profiting off of our genius and creativity; historically, always the same old song...
Our culture regionally represented, giving rise to the masses a voice,
Now being able to tell of OUR stories, now having an alternative choice...
No longer about Civil Rights, it's now about Power to OUR people,
Historically, always were we separate...and we DAMN SURE weren't equal...
The telling of our stories, the way things were in our hoods,
A new form of Black media or Black Press; telling it in a way that only the griots could...
Verbally, visually...displayed in some new dance form,
Even musically through DJs; these true hip hop elemental forms...
Back in da dayz...with graf artists, and breakerdancers that popped and locked,
Back in da dayz...when the only true hip hop beats were the DJ's scratch, and the Human beat box...
Bck in da dayz...when B-boys and B-girls could dress alike,
It wasn't about thug cats and hoochie mommas always lookin' for a fight...
Flattops, Fades, Gumbies, bald heads, and braids,
Hightops, waves, cornrows, Gheri curls; hairstyles that were all the rage....
Sweatsuits, hats, sunglasses, and then the baggy style,
Cross Colours, 8-Ball, Lees....yeah, names that you haven't heard in a while....
'86-'93 was the Golden Hip Hop era,
The music, the messages; that's when it was for real y'all!!
Cable television never had hip hop music videos on lock,
Religiously watching New York's #1 music video show, Video Music Box...
Back in the dayz, when WBLS and KISS-FM musically kept it real,
With DJs like Red Alert, Mr. Magic, and Kid Capri....yeah, y'all know the deal...!
Also DJ Chuck chillout, and local mixtape DJs that you know,
Always there to set the mood, helping to get the clubs and house parties ready to go...
Back in da dayz, during the times of my youth,
Back in da dayz, when the culture was foolproof...
Back in da dayz, when the culture was pure,
Back in da dayz, when the love for the culture was honest and sure...
Back in da dayz, in my youth looking back,
Back in da dayz....reminiscing from way back.
Kevin Sabio
a/k/a "Knowledge As Supreme"
(C) 2002
Back in da dayz...when early Hip Hop culture was a reality,
Instead of this corporately controlled commercialized fallacy...
Back when you were respected because of your verbal, artistic, and dancing skills,
And selling lots of records, or commercial acceptance from the mainstream didn't mean that you were ill...
The culture was in your heart, you felt it and you dealt it,
Now, you just wanna be ignorant and act hardheaded like a helmet...
FUCK rockin' Prada, Gucci, Hilfiger, and DKNY,
Stick to rockin' Mecca, FUBU, PNB, and Karl Kani...
Street dreams used to be made of these,
But now we suffer from a commercially controlled, corporate disease...
People like MTV and VH1 telling stories of our culture that are ALL wrong,
Profiting off of our genius and creativity; historically, always the same old song...
Our culture regionally represented, giving rise to the masses a voice,
Now being able to tell of OUR stories, now having an alternative choice...
No longer about Civil Rights, it's now about Power to OUR people,
Historically, always were we separate...and we DAMN SURE weren't equal...
The telling of our stories, the way things were in our hoods,
A new form of Black media or Black Press; telling it in a way that only the griots could...
Verbally, visually...displayed in some new dance form,
Even musically through DJs; these true hip hop elemental forms...
Back in da dayz...with graf artists, and breakerdancers that popped and locked,
Back in da dayz...when the only true hip hop beats were the DJ's scratch, and the Human beat box...
Bck in da dayz...when B-boys and B-girls could dress alike,
It wasn't about thug cats and hoochie mommas always lookin' for a fight...
Flattops, Fades, Gumbies, bald heads, and braids,
Hightops, waves, cornrows, Gheri curls; hairstyles that were all the rage....
Sweatsuits, hats, sunglasses, and then the baggy style,
Cross Colours, 8-Ball, Lees....yeah, names that you haven't heard in a while....
'86-'93 was the Golden Hip Hop era,
The music, the messages; that's when it was for real y'all!!
Cable television never had hip hop music videos on lock,
Religiously watching New York's #1 music video show, Video Music Box...
Back in the dayz, when WBLS and KISS-FM musically kept it real,
With DJs like Red Alert, Mr. Magic, and Kid Capri....yeah, y'all know the deal...!
Also DJ Chuck chillout, and local mixtape DJs that you know,
Always there to set the mood, helping to get the clubs and house parties ready to go...
Back in da dayz, during the times of my youth,
Back in da dayz, when the culture was foolproof...
Back in da dayz, when the culture was pure,
Back in da dayz, when the love for the culture was honest and sure...
Back in da dayz, in my youth looking back,
Back in da dayz....reminiscing from way back.
Kevin Sabio
a/k/a "Knowledge As Supreme"
(C) 2002
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