This violation is one of my BIGGEST pet peeves about our young people. Do you ever notice how our people will latch on to the worst shit that comes out, and when something good comes out–we don’t respond to it? Why is that? Our young people deem it cool to be assholes. They think being from prison is somehow “real”. They think there is something wrong with them if they excel at anything but sports and entertainment–but it has to be the right sport and the right entertainment. We wanna be rich, but we want to “keep it real” by repping the hood.
This is what I said in the original installment of this series:
We aspire to be second-class peasants. We are an entertainment generation, and we will subject our children to be raised by music and media in the effort to pursue more “stuff”. Yes, our juvenile courts are full of the best-dressed, most affluent, wannabe gangstas ever. These courts are not full of kids selling drugs to feed their kids. They are full of kids who want to act like gangsters. They are suburbanite children who wish they were from the “hood”. Why is it that our parents want to act rich, but the kids want to act poor? It’s so bad, that we look at educated, articulate, well-mannered men as “square”, and then we say that our less educated, rough-mannered men have an “edge” and therefore more attactive. And what happened to the gangsta rap generation of the 90s? Well, some finished college and got jobs and are now raising middle-class thugs and hoes. Others are the single moms and dads who are raising lower-class thugs and hoes. Someone once said that I am hiding my children from the streets by keeping them in the mosque. You’re damned right. Some people just don’t get it; we have everything we need to elevate ourselves, but most of us would just rather stay in the ghetto.
It is said that the Negro is easy to lead astray, and difficult to lead to the right path. Give a brotha a choice between a good, stable job, or a marginal life with partying and women–and he will choose the low life every time. Give a sister a chance to take an ex con with a nice body or a decent looking working man, and for some reason she wants to have the ex con. And I *know* you’ve seen this: A “good” school with an accelerate program or the high school on the other side of town in Da Hood, and he will choose Crenshaw High. Every damn time. Somebody been watching too much “Juice in Da Hood”, or whatever the fuck that movie was called. This is just amazing.
Like I said, I don’t claim to have all the answers. But I do have some suggestions.
First of all, it must start with us. We have to understand that whatever state our people are in–our children screwing up, our women choosing piece a shit men over getting married, our men trying to club all the way into their 50s trying to score some boodie–it’s OUR. DAMN. FAULT. So it is up to us to fix it. We can start by deciding, right here, right now, that we want better for us and our children. You must begin every endeavor with a statement of intention, and possibly a mission statement.
Your mission statement is a declaration of your purpose, your mission, your values, your strengths, and your plan to achieve all goals.
It doesn’t have to be super-detailed or complicated. When I meet young brothers and sisters and I plan to lecture them, I usually ask the following question: “Where do you see yourself in ten years? What kind of life do you want to live? What will you do to achieve those goals? Do you believe that what you’re doing right now–the way you’re living, and the things you’re doing–will get you there?”
My brothers and sisters, where do you see yourself in ten years?
What kind of life do you want to live?
What do you plan to do to achieve those goals?
Do you believe that what you’re doing right now–the way you’re living and the things you’re doing–will get you there?
Now, put those answers together in form of a statement. “In ten years, I plan to be married with a full-time business (possibly several) and all my children under one roof. I want to own a home, have a good income through my businesses, my children should have a problem-free childhood and loving life, and a great relationship with my spouse. We will be spiritually grounded and physically healthy. Children will be well-behaved with good grades. I have a two year plan to get me to the next level, and this is what I plan to do to achieve those goals: Step A, Step B, Step C, Step D…”
That, my brothers and sisters, is a mission statement. You should have it memorized, and have it written all over the place. Your children should know it. Your wife/husband should know it and be in full agreement. You should do nothing that distracts you from that goal, and everything you do should be in support of that goal. Baby, you’re going to be busy. You must be driven and near obsessive about it. No time for garbage, and things that waste time. And most of all, your children must be on board with it.
Notice, I haven’t said anything about Da Hood yet.
Yeah, I haven’t. They didn’t get Ghetto Fab overnight, and they sure ain’t going to get Smart overnight. But how are we going to enact a plan to fix this bullshit when you don’t have a plan to climb out of the shithole we call “Niggadumb” that we’ve been living in since the early 90s?
Stay tuned, family. And take notes.
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