” In a Patriarchal Society, the legacy of a man is measured by the status of his woman.”

—- Diary of a Negress

Feel free to use the aboved quote but remember to give me the credit for it.

What if I were to tell you it was planned this way?

The whole world is in on the joke. The whole world, that is, except black women.

In order to have eternal life, the most powerful source of life must be Spiritually, Physically, Emotionally, Sexually and Verbally siphoned.

A letter from a black female reader:

“Your last two posts really struck a cord in me. I felt like you were telling my own personal story. I was apart of Black Lives Matter. I was physically there protesting along with black men. I was there yelling and screaming for their rights and their livelihoods. Til I saw that the majority of these men raging against the white machine had white girlfriends and wives. ”

Never in my life did I expect to receive such an overwhelming response from EVERYONE.

It seems that telling The Original Woman’s Story struck a chord in us all. I’ve had white women, yes…white women, the one female with the MOST protection and privilege in this known universe, asking me if I could write a post specifically for them, telling their stories about how hard it really is to live up to white men’s impossible standards.

I’ve had letters from white males, who are now specifically dating black women, asking me, of all people, to help convince black women that they are NOT monsters and genuinely wish to meet, greet, date and hopefully marry them.

“It’s not just the fantastic sex,” said one white male. “I genuinely prefer black women. They are the most down to earth, loyal, sexy women I know. Their uniqueness makes them special. White women put on airs. Black women are comfortable in their own skin.”

“Yeah…I know what we started”, said another white man in a private letter to me. “But as I’ve gotten older, what society thinks means less and less. I’m now in my fifties. I have nothing to prove to anyone anymore. I own my own company, own several houses and have traveled all over the world. For me, at this stage in my life, black women are just a better fit. They’re more adaptable, more appreciative, look younger than white women even though they may be older and are more sexually giving.

White women treat me like a wallet to be exploited. Black women are happy just being in my company, talking, hanging out, going to a movie, a play, cooking dinner together and just being themselves. I hope more black women will eventually open themselves up to us and not believe the stereotype that all white men are racists.”

I got letters from black men of two persuasions:

The first calling me every horrible name known to man, including the N-Word, the very word he protests whites calling him.

“No one wants you, you nappy headed N****r. All these men want from you is sex. ”

And the second, who is in deep panic and needs advice on how to “fix this issue.”

“We’re both to blame, Sis. Black women don’t make it easy either but if we can’t fix this problem, we’re not gonna exist anymore…”, said one longtime black male reader to me.

And finally, the overwhelming response from black women, young and young-ish, who trust me with their secrets, who trust me to tell their stories anonymously and who are asking for help on what to do next.

“The time is ripe for us,” said one black female Youtuber. ” Before we believed the lies that no one wanted us with our wide noses, big lips, nappy hair and shapely bodies. We let black men convince us that he needs us to help him get free from this system, then he’ll do the right thing by us. We believed him despite all the evidence, historical and present, because we wanted to. We were scared of this white boogey man who raped our fore-mothers.

We saw the police shootings. We read the books. We watched the movies and it confirmed what we were told. But noone thought to help us with our own men who were doing the exact same thing.”

A letter from a former black power female who now runs a popular Youtube channel:

“Please keep me anonymous. I have much to lose if I change my tune now. I’m a black woman who used to only date black men. I stood up for them when no one would. I’d report on their deaths, their issues, their arrests and make a big deal on how this system is mistreating them. As I’ve gotten older, my needs and wants changed.

I’m in my thirties now and desire a stable life with a man will provide for me so we can build a family. I used to feel it’s my duty to help a man find a job, write his resume, fill out his job application and give him free room and board when he was down on his luck.

I thought that’s what a ‘strong black woman’ is supposed to do.

Now I see the bigger picture.

Black men have NO desire to be free from this system. It’s all smoke and mirrors. They use it as an excuse not to try. It’s always someone else’s fault that they can’t do well, can’t find work, can’t conduct themselves in public, can’t pay their child support payments, can’t pay their car notes and can’t be successful in life. When i see immigrants come over here who can’t speak a lick of English set up a fully thriving community with shops in as little as 5 years, I know for a fact that black men can do better.

I got tired of the same excuses over and over and over again.

I’m with a white man now. He’s Norwegian. He’s very kind and open minded. He admits that he’s never been with a black woman before but felt drawn to me. He loves my natural hair, my thick curves and my colorful taste in clothing. I can just be a woman around him and not feel judged if I make a mistake or get depressed and sulky.

He places no higher standard for me because I’m black. He just treats me like he would treat any other woman. And that’s why I’m with him. That and all the kinky sex.”

A long time reader wrote to me privately just a few days ago:

“Hope this finds you well, and thank you for even discussing this.

It is much needed and long overdue.

Back in the day, I was a staunch proponent of black love only for black women. Then, my ex (who is a black man) walked out on me. He eventually explained that it was because I was now too educated and that he wanted someone different. I intended to commit to another black man, but it just never worked out that way. They always seemed to show their disdain for black women, and their unwillingness to commit to anything worthwhile with me just took its toll and before I knew it, non black men started to pay a bit more attention to me, something many black men said would never happen.

As of now, I’m in a relationship with a white guy. I never expected this to happen. He treats me with way more respect than my ex, Afrocentric/African-centered partner ever did. Every day is not all rainbows and unicorns, but for the most part, the relationship is a harmonious one. To my white partner, I am a woman first and the expectation seems that I be that at all times. And in being a woman, I am allowed the freedom to explore, keep a messy home, wear short dresses, make-up, cry, sulk and laugh for no apparent reason. All these things are just normal to my white partner, but they were points of contention with my ex black partner.

I don’t know what lies ahead for the collective of black women as it relates to this issue, I just hope that we start to realize that many non black men are not opposed to being in long-term relationships with us and that there are no hard, fast rules to follow when it comes to this like many black women centric YouTube circles would have you believe. You don’t have to be a size 2, you don’t have to be natural or dark-skinned or any of that. You just have to be an open and loving black woman. Even if I don’t marry my partner now, I am convinced that whomever I do marry likely won’t be a black man. You can publish this if you like. I just wanted to share my story.

And it is quite telling that black men can sex, marry and procreate with any woman on the planet and protect his right to do so, however, he feels he has the right to impose a life of celibacy on black women.”

Another letter from a black woman from the West Indies:

“How explicit can I get with you? I once casually dated a man who told me at the end of the date, that he was gonna put me in the hospital. He bragged that he was gonna “tear me up” and “break my back”. I’m standing there thinking to myself: How is this a turn on? Was that supposed to get my p***y all wet? I’m supposed to run home and play with myself with the imagery of this very large, hairy, black man severing my spinal cord? If you think men in the states are bad, come down here…”

( Her letter was edited to keep this post from becoming a porno. In fact, many of the women who wrote to me told me explicit details of how the black men they dated bragged about their sexual skills and how white and non black men said virtually nothing about their prowess…but proved it when the time came. )

“…he kept me up half the night making love. I had to call out from work the next day to recuperate..”, said one black woman in her fifties of her hispanic lover.

Let me make this very clear:

ALL men of ALL races seek to control the Womb. Why? Because he who controls life becomes a God.

In the near future, here are some things that will happen pertaining to the black female:

One: The Black Woman of a certain type will become the most desired, sought-after female on this planet, especially in terms of fertility. As the most desired woman, it will be her womb that men will fight for and men will seek to protect if they desire eternal life. It will be her imagery that will be OPENLY and ADMITTEDLY copied by ALL races of women. And ALL women will vie for her dark complexion.

Two: The white female will fade into the background. Decades of white feminism will finally catch up to her and she’ll be left alone to her own devices. Her self imposed victimhood will disappear and her “innocence” will be lost. Melanin Pills will become the new version of Skin Bleaching Cream as she scrambles to emulate the image she once spat upon.

Three: Women of Colour, they know who they are, will suddenly claim their blackness and proudly announce their Afrikan fore-mothers.

Four: The men who hold the most resources and have the ability to offer the most protection will be first in line for her hand.

Five: Beauty and Fashion magazines will plaster images of dark women of a certain archetype and the media will reflect those changes.

Six: Gentrification will take place according to the societal level of the black female and her chosen mate. It is she who will lead the housing market.

Seven: The children born of her union, her Mitochondrial DNA, with chosen mate will rise up and become the face of envy. Their progeny will become the new race of “black” people to lead.

Sound far fetched?

Not really.

Research history and you’ll see that it has happened before.

MARK MY WORDS: IT IS C O M I N G AGAIN.

And finally, for those that will intentionally misinterpret this post and twist it into something sinister. No matter how much you try and spin this, I am not pushing black women into the arms of white/ non black men.

You did a fine job of that alllllllllllll by yourselves.

There is one thing, however, that stills baffles me. And for the life of me, I still can’t understand it.

Black men have unlimited access to all body types, shapes, skin complexions, hair textures, facial features, eye colours, heights, decorums, professions, personalities and educational levels of black women. We are not a monolithic group of people.

I’ve met black women who are delicate, strong, weak, air headed, quirky, argumentative, shy, quiet, feisty, Spiritual, atheist, kinky, virginal, neat freaks, messy and everything in between.

With allllllllllll that choice, with alllllllllll that we have to offer, why trash it? Why step on it? Why kill it? Why beat it? Why defile it? Why spit on it. And then turn around and blame it for your failings?

Have you any idea what you’ve done?

You do know that you are responsible for the intense curiosity that other men are showing us, correct? You should’ve kept quiet and came to us PRIVATELY and allowed us to work on our issues BEHIND CLOSED DOORS. But you didn’t. You screamed as loud as you could and caused the one thing you didn’t mean to cause:

ATTENTION

You should’ve known that the white man is an intensely inquisitive man.

He wants to know everything about everything. That’s why he’s in charge. You caused him to take a second look at your woman with her coily hair, her round ass, her nicely shaped lips, her even, ageless complexion, her unique beauty, her opinionated stance on things she feels passionate about, her passionate lovemaking, her loyalty, her ability to cook flavourful meals, her ability to fight and be a warrior when need be… and decided he likes what he sees and now he wants it for himself.

And now it backfired.

Remember this even if you choose to remember nothing else:

Once you remove the Womb from a Tribe, the Tribe dies.

p.s.

I have a quick question for the hardened, rough and tough talking, prison bird, gun slinging, street thug that have no issues kicking an elderly grandma on the train:

. Where were you when this was happening?

Where were you when she was grabbed and almost pulled over the counter at work?

Don’t worry…

I’ll wait.