​#MNR: ANALOG KIDS
 
“Check the script, nobody ever gave me shit.”
Black Rob
 
Always remember that there’s a person somewhere without feet when yours are worn and tired from an arduous journey. I suppose we all have our struggles. Some struggles are tougher than others. I figure that we’re all going through something. There’s no shame in feeling some type of way. But if all your bills are paid and all your needs are met, there’s no need to hang your head, throw a pity party, or player hate the next person whose perceived position is better than yours. Praise the Lord and keep grinding. What’s promised will come. Just keep your faith and grind on 100%.
 
If that bit of encouragement was what you needed -- it was for you.
 
I don’t wanna politic y’all to death.
 
“That stress shit is ill, if you let it, it will, have your ass in the staircase smoking a crill.”
Large Professor
 
We’re not going the political route tonight. We’re having some fun tonight.
 
From here on, this blog is live from the B-Stairs – in all its pistivity. Rollie guts, blunt & cigarette ashes, dried phlegm loogies and plastic wrappers. And we can’t forget the tags on the walls, whether pen, magic marker, Sharpie or the flame from a lighter. Listen out for police creepin’ with their walkie talkies on silent. They’re hip to the game. But so are we. We invented the game.
 
My guys are reading The Hate U Give. It’s my first read. I haven’t seen the movie either. I’ve been familiar with the book for years and knew about the movie when it came out. I like Ms. Angie Thomas’ style. It’s cute. You prolly thought that was shade, but it wasn’t. She’s brilliant.
 
I prefer my work, but I really like hers. And she’s pizz-aid.
 
The soundman in Yankee Stadium just played the incoming wave alert in a wave pool sound. I was legit scared for 0.5. Or maybe it was the sound in the park to alert when a thunderstorm is coming. Either way I pee-pee’d a lil in my Polo boxer briefs. I wasn’t ready.
 
You ever farted outside the vehicle, waited a minute to let the smell subside (remember it’s outside), got in the V – and still stank that shit up? Word. Me either.
 
 
 
 
The Nike SNKRS app can suck the skin off a Times Square glizzy for not letting me get a W on those military Black 4s. I’m not paying StockX. I’m not paying the 5 (IYKYK)!!! There are entirely too many fakees stories in circulation for my blood pressure. All jokes aside, I’m not paying $350. I’ve got the Breds. I’ve got a couple other 4s too but damn it I’ve got the Breds. Eat my shorts.
 
Stranger Things Season 4 is going out like Frank Matthews (that’s a great thing, 85ers). I’m not even finna give y’all any spoilers either. I’m just talking about the show lengths. All seven episodes of Part 1 are over an hour. Episode seven is 1:40. That’s a damn full-length motion picture. I’m not done yet. Part 2 of season 5 drops on 7.1.2022. It’s a two-episode conclusion. Episode 8 is like 1:20-1:40 and the finale is 2:40. THAT’S TWO HOURS AND FORTY MF MINUTES!!! THAT’S ENDGAME TYPE LENGTH (pau...nigga please. I’m grown)!!! I don’t care what you think about Stranger Things. I like it. I don’t care if you think it’s a kiddie show. Buff my tip. I like it. I don’t care about all the bullshit Twitter is talking about (shit I’m not mentioning in this blog). I like it. Go climb a tree. Kick a rock until you bleed in the toe.
 
Wash your ass, change your drawers. Socks too.
 
It was so hot outside today I damn near made a run for the gunline.
 
Now, now if you didn’t wash your ass on a day like today, please don’t come ‘round me. I live in the suburbs. I don’t want to smell a musty MF amidst my work or travels. I can’t get the smell off my mind or out my nostrils. I kinda wanna Ronaldo you in the fibula for forcing me to smell your funky ass.
 
Y’all ever seen the brother on the Social Security Administration commercial talmbout beware of scammers trying to trick you out of your paper? I smile every time I see that shit. It’s definitely for white folk, no question. Cuz there isn’t a Black MF alive who would be phased by one of those calls. We’re not giving you shit. We don’t care where you’re calling from. We already know the drill.  We ain’t got it. And even if you were legit, we ain’t got it. Even if we really do have it, we ain’t got it. If I had an old-school landline phone and you called me with that bullshit, I would take all sorts of pleasure in slamming the phone in your face. That click is so abrupt and final. The dial tone is flat-out disrespectful.
 
It's damn near to the point where you might gotta sell a little bit of ass to make a good trip to the grocery store. I’m currently pricing six chickens, two turkeys and contemplating going half on a heifer. I got a connect at the farmer’s market, but that’s on the down, down. Holla at me off camera. Sis made a good point yesterday when we were all politicking about the lack of African American barbecues/cookouts on Memorial Day. Ain’t nobody tryna spend all that money on groceries for MF who don’t even live in their household to eat up. Peeing on the damn toilet seat. Drinking up all the drank. You trifling coloreds.  I ain’t mad. I’m faking. I’m a lil mad. Don’t worry, y’all. I’m throwing at least 1.5 functions per year when we cop the crib. Don’t bring your ass through empty-handed though. I will lovingly reroute you to the local Wal Mart and/or package store. Please and thank you. Fuckers.
 
Big ups to all the YouTube content creators out there. Niggas hate on y’all craft because they’re high-key mad they didn’t pioneer your concept. They think it’s easy money. They think it should be them. But they lack the ability. They lack the talent. Most of all, they lack ambition. That’s the essence of hate. It affirms the “thin line” theory. They really love your shit. They’re just mad it’s not them. But every time they open their ashy lips, they’re just giving you free advertising/promo. So thank them.
 
Stop career hating you hating ass MF. Go out and get your own. Create your own. Stick with it. Pay your tithes and your tax.
 
I just want all you plastic lighter using MF to know that I’m looking at you a type of way. If your flame is turned up I’m out. You’re on that shit.
 
Stop littering. You nasty, trifling, dusty ass MF.
 
If only y’all knew how many days I spent sittin’ in da park. Real memory lane type shit. Watson Gleason Park, #BXNYC. Jeff Park, #eastside Harlem. If y’all know the song y’all know the vibe. I miss those days for a lot of reasons. It’s crazy thinking about how that era is long gone. They talk about the mid- ‘90s. We lived that shit. It really was a different world.
 
Life is a song worth singing. Don’t let your circumstances steal your joy. If they do, steal that shit back. If that doesn’t work, subscribe to HBO Max and binge watch Martin Seasons 2&3. Roll up a box of Phillies. Po’ up. Live your life.
 
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​#MNR: DESEGREGATE & CONQUER
 
“U-N-I-T-Y, that’s a unity.”
Queen Latifah
 
Last Tuesday (May 17) marked the 68th anniversary of the landmark Supreme Court decision in the case Brown v. Board of Education (Topeka, KS). The 1954 9-0 decision by Chief Justice Earl Warren’s SC marked the end of segregation in public schools. It rejected the 1896 SC ruling in Plessy v. Ferguson which upheld segregation as long as conditions in public facilities were deemed “separate but equal” (pure bullshit). The unanimous decision determined that Plessy violated the 14th Amendment which granted citizenship and equal civil/legal rights to Blacks and enslaved people who were emancipated after the American Civil War (1861-1865). The ruling applied to public schools but implied that segregation wasn’t permissible in other public facilities. In essence, the Brown decision along with Jackie Robinson’s 1947 breaking of the color line in Major League Baseball were precursors to and inspired the civil rights movement and eventual Civil Rights act of 1964. Today, I will explain why that decision [in time] has been one of the worst things to happen to Black folk in America.
 
I am the grandchild of grandparents whose entire education was spent in segregation. My maternal grandfather told me countless stories of how he and his older brother walked miles to and from a one-room schoolhouse while their white peers were bused to and from school. Their one-room school was home to elementary - grade 12 learning taught entirely by one teacher. The edifice was shabby compared to the white schools and their textbooks were outdated and in poor condition. Ironically, everything their school lacked in aesthetics and resources it more than made up for in discipline and togetherness. Much like W.E.B. Du Bois explained about his tenure as the lone teacher at a segregated school in rural Tennessee in The Souls of Black Folk, my grandparents were educated by supremely qualified educators who demanded excellence in all aspects of learning. Discipline was imperative. Camaraderie was forged through struggle. Unfortunately, much like Du Bois’ school, not every student became a success story. The grim reality of America proved to be the deciding factor in the outcomes of many students. But the ones who made it were truly the cream of the crop.
 
Irrespective of individual success, perhaps the single greatest corporate achievement of segregated Black schools was unity. We were all together, every one of us soldiers of the same struggle. The single room, K-12 format with one teacher meant that older students were also caregivers for the younger students. The teacher was the unquestioned general of the army. Her or his word was final. Segregated schools from that era to bigger schools leading up to the Brown decision also shined a bright light on self-awareness and identity. The struggle gave us a clear, Ernie Barnes-esque picture of who we were as a people. I’m certain that Mr. James Brown’s “say it loud, I’m Black and I’m proud” had roots in not only his upbringing, but his segregated formal education as well. The tandem of togetherness and self-awareness forged our identity. Last, segregated schools, in addition to educating us with “book sense” as my grandfather called it, also provided us with education on our reality and issues as a people. There were no blurred lines. We learned early about being born Black in a white man’s world and its effect on us. Although I stated this after togetherness and self-awareness, this was likely their precursor. We knew what we were up against, and we knew what we were (or weren’t) working with. The objective was clear.
 
I wholeheartedly feel that the desegregation of public schools was largely a negative for Black America. What we gained in opportunity we lost in other vital areas. We’ve lost our sense of togetherness. There is little unity; many of us seem to be in the game of life for self. Assimilation into white America via education made us soon forget our collective plight. My mother’s generation, the first to “prosper” from desegregated schools, carried the torch. They really didn’t have a choice because they were constantly reminded at home. To my benefit, it was passed down to me by both my mom and her parents. I knew what time it was from jump street. Sadly, my generation largely failed to pass the torch. I don’t give us any type of pass, rather, I call it like it is. We dropped the ball. But, in absolute objectivity, there were several factors that complemented our shortcomings.
 
The war on drugs ripped our communities and households apart. For far too many of us, dad was either a user or a hustler. Out of respect for my father, I won’t air his dirty laundry. Just know that I fell into one of those categories. Both were supremely destructive. If pop was on “that shit,” you, your siblings and mom suffered immensely. Dad fucked up the grocery money, the rent money and everything else because of his condition. On top of the money being funny because it disappeared into a hazy cloud of crack smoke or into the veins via the doojee, some dads were violent to their moons and stars. The household was in calamity either way. Lord forbid both parents were addicts, and the same energy for both parents being addicts AND abusive.
 
Other dads were good hustlin’ MF, plain and simple. Irrespective of the product(s) they moved, they moved with precision. Nuff said. But Bmorecareful’s great/late “Little Melvin” Williams said it best when he said he and his team were amongst the best to ever do it – and even they got caught (I don’t have access to the quote so that’s the best I can do). Once states and the FED drew clear lines on the difference in mandatory sentencing between powder and hard, Black dads were locked down and absent for decades. It’s imperative that I add the fact that drug “teams” prompted the FED to include them in its RICO focus that up to then focused on the mob. Cosa nostra decimated by the late ‘80s to early ‘90s. The FED then put all their eggs into the war on drugs basket. Most if not all the earnings and possessions were seized after arrest. What was left was exhausted on lawyer fees. When dad blew trial and took his extended iron vacation, the home was left in disarray. Some mothers folded under the pressure. Most became Superwomen and held the household and them bad ass chillun down however they had to handle their handle. But dad being gone for damn near a generation (or better) did almost irreparable damage.
 
Every time one of these calamities occurred, the fabric of Black unity was torn. Drug addicts are zombies. All they’re focused on is their next high and how to make it happen. Ostentation and greed translate into every man for himself. That makes unity all but impossible.  Social media made narcissism the norm for this generation. Lest we forget how our good ‘ole desegregated schools have actively and purposely attempted to and often succeeded/are succeeding in COMPLETELY white washing History in school textbooks. Overkill.
 
We are a lost tribe.
 
Easily, the most overlooked aspect of the desegregation of public schools is the immediate and lasting impact it had on Black public schools and Black educators. It's a known fact that schools in several (mostly southern) states still held fast on adhering to federal mandate until the late ‘70s to early ‘80s. But whenever school districts did integrate, Black schools were IMMEDIATELY shuttered FOREVER. Why weren’t some Black schools kept open, brought up to code (if needed) and made integrated? You don’t have to work for the NAACP to figure that one out. But keep walking with me. Most of the educators and administrators of Black public schools were NEVER given the opportunity to teach or run integrated schools, even though virtually every Black educator and administrator was highly educated at a HBCU. Many of their graduate degrees came from “esteemed” universities like Columbia, NYU, Northeastern and the University of Chicago, as they were amongst the few universities that allowed Black graduate students to matriculate. Far too often, well-educated Black educators were overlooked for less-qualified white educators. This was the beginning of fast-tracking alternative certification programs for the non-certified, programs prevalent in school districts serving Black and impoverished students.
 
I know what my ardent readers are thinking. Don’t worry. I’ve got some data for y’all. Prior to Brown in the 17 dual education system states 35-50 percent of educators were Black. Today no state is anywhere close to that number. About 7 percent of the nation’s 3.2M teachers, 11 percent of the nation’s almost 90K principals and less than 3 percent of the nation’s nearly 14K superintendents are Black. Now go on ‘head and marinate on that.
 
You may disagree with me. I respect it. But I feel that the desegregation of public schools begat the downfall of Black folk. I rest my case.
 
RIP to the babies and educators who perished today in Texas. My prayers go out to Robb Elementary.
 
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​#MNR: STARK REALITY
 
“I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat. Choco blunts’ll make me see him drop in my weed smoke.”
Nas
 
I wish that life imitated art, namely the end of Krush Groove. I wish that, despite all our differences, we could come together in the end like all those niggas did. I wish us brothers could squash all our beef like Blair Underwood and Rev Run, and that Blair-type niggas could have their Sheila E.-type ladies with no drama attached. I wish everyone could get their record deals in the end like The Fat Boys AND that every man gets the girl of his dreams like Prince Markie Dee. I wish that everyone could pay their vigs off in a timely fashion and avoid getting their asses punished by niggas like the nigga in the movie who was also in that one Friday the 13th and is now Dean’s gpa on The Wonder Years. I wish that every nigga could have all the subsidiary groupie bitches in the end like Kurtis Blow with no hating from the homies. I wish that there was a young visionary in the cut like 15-year-old LL, just waiting to take the game over and lead us to the promised land. Shit, I wish that The Fever was still on 167th & Jerome Avenue in #BXNYC and had old school concerts every Sunday night, rap AND NYC/Miami Freestyle (IYKYK). I wish that life could be all good by the time the closing credits roll...
 
BUT THIS AIN’T KRUSH GROOVE.
 
Imagine going to your local grocery store on a Saturday because you need to pick up a few items to complete tomorrow’s Sunday dinner. You’re a bit pissed that you didn’t pick everything up the other day, but hey – sometimes things slip your mind. No worries. It’s a nice sunny day. You take the trip to do what you have to do. You’re in the dairy aisle looking for the sharp cheddar for tomorrow’s mac and cheese when you hear shots fired. Fuck. This isn’t a simulation.
 
Two days ago, an eighteen-year-old white boy whose name will not be mentioned in this blog entered a Tops Friendly Markets grocery store parking lot in Buffalo, NY, and immediately began to fire shots, killing several, including an armed security guard. Once inside he claimed the lives of more individuals. He then exited and surrendered to the police – and was unharmed. Of the twelve individuals who lost their lives, ten were Black. The shootings were said to have been racially motivated. The boy drove to a Black neighborhood over 200 miles away with hate on his mind and in his heart to assassinate innocent Black folks. It is reported that he was clothed in tactical gear and had the word “NIGGER” written on the barrel of his gun. He live streamed his rampage on Twitch, a haven for racists, Kyrie Irving and DJ Akademiks. The shooter has been charged with first-degree murder, to which he pleaded not guilty. He also stands a good chance of being charged federally with hate crimes.
 
On the way to work, I listened to the Steve Harvey Morning Show speak on the tragedy. I empathize with their sorrow. I parted ways after that. It appalls me that Black folk still ask the same dumb ass question when it comes to acts of white supremacy. I swear I’m gonna smack the next Black who asks “how?” after an event like this. “How?” has the simplest of answers – because they choose to. He and other hate-filled devils draw inspiration from fellow devils like Tucker Carlson, who (amongst other things) peddle rhetoric on the replacement theory. For those unfamiliar, the replacement theory claims that liberals are actively trying to replace White Anglo-Saxon Protestants (WASPs) in America with People of Color (POCs) who will vote Democrat once they touch down. This monkey couldn’t have been any more stupid if he tried. He traveled that far to kill people who have been around since the birth of this nation. Last I checked, we didn’t scale 30-foot walls at the southern border. We were ushered in tenth class via slave ships. Before you get your thongs in a bunch, I’m not saying that it would have been cool if he killed a grocery store full of Mexicans or Koreans. It would have been equally as tragic. I’m saying that there are thousands of hate-filled white devils who are miseducated. Their hate is misguided and ridiculous. But hey, that’s to be expected when you have politicians who are actively white-washing contextual history in classrooms across the country.
 
The second part of the “how?” applies to gun control. I HATE when Black people act all surprised after a fully loaded white supremacist goes out and commits acts of genocide. Are y’all, deaf, dumb and blind? America was built on guns. Think about it. 1A provides the rudimentary freedoms essential to a democracy: speech, religion, the press, assembly etc. IMMEDIATELY after 1A is 2A, which is the right to bear arms. Think about it: America loves its guns so much that they made sure that it was the first freedom on record after the most basic freedoms were included. Guns aren’t going anywhere. Instead of crying about guns being in the hands of devils, how about arming yourselves and your loved ones? Why do you continue to fight fire with marshmallows? I wasn’t around for their prime run, but I continue to miss the [Black] Panthers more and more every day. They believed in us being responsibly armed. They believed in us protecting ourselves and loved ones. I hate these northern libs who fight for more strict gun control. I’ll tell you this: if that white boy were in Texas, a Black or Brown man (or woman) would have drawn from the hip, fired off and ushered that devil to the gates of hell – legally. I’m in tri-state NY metro, where it’s 100 times easier to cop a dirty pistol than it is to purchase one legally. Law abiding citizens walk the streets in terror while criminals navigate through the streets strapped. I’d much rather be rightfully strapped than walking around defenseless. In NJ you have to jump through all kinds of hoops to be armed legally. In South Boston, VA, I can walk into Cole’s Gun Shop with a state-issued ID and money and walk out with a legal weapon in minutes. I need more Fred Hamptons and less Roland Martins. I’m tired of us being pussy. It’s time to get free.
 
I wish it was all good. Like the end of Krush Groove. I really do.
 
It isn’t.
 
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#MNR: A WOMAN’S BODY, A [WHITE] MAN’S WORLD

“Had to kill the baby, cuz I couldn’t afford it...”
Lil’ Keke

In perhaps the biggest leak since Nas’ Death of Escobar album, America was given early notice that the US Supreme Court plans to rule against Roe v. Wade, effectively ending the right to abortion at the federal level and leaving the right to abort up to the individual states. Texas was at the forefront of the controversy, having already implemented legislature that makes abortion illegal in the state after six weeks, often before a woman is even aware of pregnancy. It leaves doctors who provide abortions after the six weeks open to litigation. It even goes as far as to allowing for whistleblowers to report (snitch) on those who may aid in a woman receiving an abortion after six weeks. Oklahoma recently passed a similar bill (from a weeks of pregnancy standpoint). Several other states have followed suit, albeit not as restrictive as Texas or Oklahoma, effectively outlawing abortion after fifteen weeks of pregnancy. Some states have “trigger laws” which will immediately implement anti-abortion legislation as soon as the Supreme Court makes its Roe decision official.

The leak, still courtesy of sources unknown, has been proven to be credible and accurate. Justice Samuel Alito, a conservative appointed by former president George H.W. Bush in 1990 (a Republican), is the author of the draft opinion. The word is that the other four traditional conservatives (not including Chief Justice Roberts, who often tends to side with the liberal justices) have sided with Alito, making the decision 5-4 in favor of striking Roe down. The irony (smh) is that three of the more recent Supreme Court appointees, Gorsuch, Kavanaugh, and Barrett, were each asked about their views on Roe during their individual confirmations. All three stated that Roe was established law and that they wouldn’t tamper with or overturn it. Syke, they lied (Hollow Da Don voice). Senators Collins and Murkowski may be shocked by their about-faces (smdh), but I’m not. The game is extra dirty at all three federal levels – judicial, legislative, and executive. I suppose it always has been, but four years of #45 blew the veil off the face of politics. There are no refs for those who make strange bedfellows. The reality is that very shortly it will be hard if not damn near impossible to receive an abortion in more than half the country after just under four months of pregnancy. Contraception may also be on the chopping block in some states. It’s finna get crazy outchea.

Abortion and the right to an abortion are simple arguments. Whether pro-choice or pro-life, many can agree that matters of rape, incest and the health of the mother and/or fetus are reasons to justify an abortion, and even that can be a divisive topic depending on who is asked. For the sake of this blog, we are going to assume that you (the reader) have no objection to abortions under those circumstances. We’ll stick to normal “I don’t want the baby” for whatever the reason may be abortions. I think the most obvious argument against is religion. All the monotheistic religions I’ve studied are “pro-life.” But in all fairness, there were no abortion clinics in the times of Confucius, Buddha, Christ, Muhammad or any other religious figure. This is a modern debate. Still, many purists believe that abortion is wrong -- simple, and plain. To them it’s murder.

I’m not going to mince words when I say that, from a believer’s standpoint, I’m not a fan of abortion. Life is precious. That’s my sentiment, and I’m sticking to it. The thing is, though, that my personal opinion does not mirror my political opinion. I believe that a woman has the right to do whatever she pleases with her body. If she desires to abort the fetus, I agree with her decision from a political standpoint. Unlike many, I have a clear understanding of the separation between church and state. I also understand that it isn’t my body that’s in question. I am equally resolute in both my political reasoning and my spiritual reasoning. I make no apologies. I do not have the right to tell a woman what she can or cannot do with her body. That is a decision she is entitled to make on her own, and only the Lord can divinely judge her. If I were a US Supreme Court justice, I would vote in favor of maintaining Roe.

The ultimate smack in the face about this discussion is that men (mostly white) are almost always the ones to make decisions on what women can do with their bodies. The immediate irony is that a man will never have to experience what it’s like to carry a baby to term. A man plants his seed and his physical job concerning pregnancy is done. He doesn’t have to side with a woman’s right to abortion. He can just abandon the woman and child after pregnancy. A woman must deal with nurturing and caring for that child until it reaches adulthood. Women have been subjugated for millennia, way before John Stuart Mill wrote his timeless piece of political theory. It’s outright despicable. This is the latest example.

Alito’s draft opinion is sordid in the eyes of many. His opinion is tantamount to Plessy v. Ferguson overturning Brown v. Board of Education. For those unfamiliar with either, the Plessy case essentially established the “separate but equal” precedent which allowed for racial segregation to continue in America during post-Reconstruction America that began in the late 1870s. The Brown case outlawed segregation in public schools in 1954 and paved the way for the Civil Rights Act of 1964. Plessy “trumping” Brown sounds absurd, doesn’t it? Of course, it does. Alito also said that overturing the Roe precedent would mean more Black babies would be able to be born, as if the right to an abortion is solely a Black issue. What Alito and many other white men won’t speak on is the absolutely underwhelming healthcare in many of the states that are licking their chops for his opinion to become law, namely many southern states. Race doesn’t matter, per se. Outside of the wealthy and professionals, most women altogether in most of these states are already at distinct healthcare disadvantages compared to many liberal-leaning states. Outlawing abortions will only exacerbate the situation. Almost all of these states are already lacking when it comes to Planned Parenthood. EVERY southern state other than Texas has 0.5 or less Planned Parenthood clinics per 100,000 women aged 15-49 (Texas peaks at one per). It’s been this way for decades. I can’t see how on earth ending legal abortion would make these situations any better. Alito and his cronies are hellbent on forcing a diverse nation to conform to the beliefs of white evangelical Christians.

If anything, it will be interesting to see if this forthcoming decision will galvanize the Democrat base for the upcoming midterm elections in November. They needed something, as Sleepy Joe’s approval rating is currently lower than Chris Dudley’s career free throw percentage. This may just be the spark that is needed. Outside of the Black vote (which is at historically low approval rating numbers), the white suburban female vote is usually the game-changer. Those ladies are pissed. We shall see exactly how much in under 200 days.

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​#MNR: A THIEF & A LIAR: CODE SWITCHING 101
 
“I’m stingy with trust, you only get once to fuck me.”
Cormega
 
Assume that this is a hypothetical, fictitious situation.
 
Picture it: High School (anywhere), 2022. A [senior] student in a small class setting loses the charger to his Mac. He carries on for the next month as if nothing’s wrong, simply borrowing a classmate’s charger for juice when need be. Ignorance is truly bliss because the student (age 18) continues to repeat the process daily. That’s until he’s informed by his teacher that he won’t be able to graduate and receive his diploma if he doesn’t return ALL the school’s property borrowed to him, charger included. He informs his teacher that he doesn’t have his charger because he lost it. His teacher checks with the tech department and informs him that the cost of a lost charger is $80. Understanding that this is damn near a mob vig, the teacher does the student a solid and looks up the price of a replacement on Jeff Bezos’ Amazon. Surprise, surprise – the price for the Mac charger in question is only $16 plus shipping. Problem solved, right? Get the roughly $24 together and get your “above-and-beyond” teacher to order the replacement, OR simply have your mom order the replacement charger from Amazon. Simple enough. But the kid, excuse me, man (by definition only), is super pussy. Why? I’m glad you asked. He’s super pussy because he’s SCARED TO DEATH to ask his mother for the money. Now, it would be understandable if the cost were $240 or $2,400. But it’s a measly $24. Why is he so damn scared? Well, that’s a matter of speculation. Some say he’s scared to ask because he’s scared of how his mother may respond. Some say it’s because he’s scared that his mom will tell either of his big brothers, and they’ll put the beats on him. In either case, just know he’s as nervous as a hooker in church. During his period of trepidation, his teacher compels him to come clean to his mother. His classmates do the same. They tell him that they wouldn’t have a problem asking their mothers for the bread, even if it meant a tongue lashing. A couple of classmates even offer to make the order if the kid gets the money together. No happs. The student REFUSES to talk to his mother about the charger. Something ain’t right.
 
So, what did the kid do?
 
In a perfect world, the kid bites the bullet and comes clean. He takes whatever heat that comes his way, but he discloses all to mom and makes sure the charger is replaced. But we all know this world is as imperfect as could be. Instead of coming clean, the kid decided to swipe the charger of a classmate (and alleged friend) to replace his own missing charger. But there’s one problem: the charger he swiped from his classmate worked as often as Ben Simmons does. That’s why the charger sat unmolested on a table in the classroom for weeks. The lame-brained scheme of the feeble boy could have been successful if two classroom teachers hadn’t seen him swipe the charger. Well, that’s not entirely true. A third classroom teacher alerted the other students the day before to be on the lookout for their classmate developing a case of sticky fingers, birthed from utter desperation. In addition, the student didn’t even know where the tech department was located so he had to ask the lead teacher for the location. CAUGHT RED-HANDED. Does the tale end here? Noooooooooo. Instead of throwing in the towel, the kid lied incessantly about his intentions. He claimed he wasn’t trying to steal his classmate’s charger, even though it was more than obvious that he was. Assume that his excuse/reasoning was bogus and therefore meaningless to include in the story. In the process of his novice web of deception, he alienated himself from his classmates AND teachers, who could no longer trust him. After all, he’d proven himself to be a thief AND a liar.
 
I know what you’re probably thinking. You’ve rationalized his fuckery and you fully condemn it, yet you don’t see it as being egregious to the point that the boy deserves to be class pariah for the remainder of what little is left of his high school career. Well, allow me to add further context. This boy usually plays the role of class angel to his lead teacher, and has done so for a long time, as they have prior history. He’s always “Johnny on the Spot,” always eager to lend a helping hand. In the spirit of fairness, the boy IS a good worker. He always helps his teacher when needed. He helps other students from time to time as well. The teacher with whom he has a special bond has been known to go above-and-beyond for him because the boy has a troubled past and lacks certain things from home. But the teacher has been largely unaware of the boy’s antics when he isn’t in her presence. He code switches. Sure, everyone does to a certain degree. But his code switching is more on par with “The Good Son” than normal code switching. The boy claims gang affiliations that he barely knows anything about outside of the fact that an older brother used to bang. He terrorizes classmates and others on the school bus, often making outlandish claims about what he has, what he does “outside,” what he’ll do to someone if it’s “up,” and how he’s ultra-protected by his brothers (basically implying that he can move with impunity). In classes with other teachers and classmates he’s hyper-aggressive, very similar to the way he is on the bus. He’s a chameleon. Sadly, none of his other faces are virtuous. And, in the case another student pulls his “tough guy” card and steps to him, he’s guaranteed to run to his favorite teacher and seek refuge, knowing the teacher will run to his defense no matter what. Yeah, he’s that kind of person. Super pussy.
 
So, what do you think? Is he a good human being, a bad human being, or a confused human being? Is he perhaps somewhere in between two of the three?
 
Keep your thoughts to yourself. After all, it’s just a hypothetical story. But I’m sure you know that these types of individuals exist all over. Just adjust the age and the environment.
 
Are you a code switcher, chameleon, or a fraud? Everyone is at least one of the three at certain times.
 
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