Impure Bastards -- Impetus

The heart in my chest is colored muscle red!
The blood pumping throughout my veins is iron infused red!
The color on my brown face is tinged with blood pressure red!
The rage inside my soul colors my perceptions rage red!

I live my life among the cock-sure humanity of the perceptive pure!
The American majorities know they are secure and pure!
Their blood is not tainted with the blood of Nigger slaves, not pure!
Their blood is not mixed in with Nigger blood that is not pure!

A Mexican man is secure with the purity of his red blood line.
A Caucasian man is secure with the security of  his red blood line!
An Asian man is secure with the his security of his red blood line!
How can this raped and pillaged Negro man be secure of his red blood line?

A Negro can have 15 children in 15 years of life!
A Negro will produce 15 children all different shades of life!
A Negro will produce 15 children with 15 different skin tones of life!
A Negro will produce 15 chances at 15 different color paths of life!

I am a freckled faces bastard of racism who looks like a black man.
I have siblings who have skin tones sort of like this black man.
I have black relatives, marrying black, producing skin opposite this black man.
I have the colors of a busted rainbow inside the bloodline of this black man!

We are all Impure Bastards in our souls and in our blood!
Our impurity was created by an American sexual oppression still in our blood.
We are not loyal to one another because Impure Bastards have poisoned blood!
That poisoned blood has made us confused bastards drowning in our own blood!

White people take care of their own --  look at the present Congress!
Negros, you believe white people in government believe in your right to congress?
If you Impure Bastards died right now -- who would weep -- not Congress!
And do you actually trust a white Democrat who is in... Congress?

A fresh slave is raped in 1790 Fayetteville, North Carolina -- his Nigger female.
In 1794 she is allowed to keep the third bastard child because it is female.
That half-breed child has become a first Impure Bastard female!
Her children, going forward, spread the twisted genes... inside both male and female.

And eventually, time marches on to the present moment for bastards....
When an angry writer writes the missives blasting the history of bastards.
And when he mulls mixed thoughts over in his mind of the painful bastards...
He can only start another missive blasting why he writes of Impure Bastards!


RLJ
 

Impure Bastards



 



http://thegrio.com/2013/01/22/newark-public-library-displays-drawing-of-slave-having-sex-with-white-man/

I'm 54 years old now. My great grandmother died about 35 years ago. She was 100 years old when she died... and was as sharp in her mind as I was at the time.

She would tell me that I was her favorite grandson. I concluded she thought that of me because of the old school notion of me being her oldest great grandson. I loved her and she loved me.

She was a combination of Choctaw Native American, African and Caucasian. And, she was beautiful… like a painting of what you might imagine a tan skinned, soft featured face, straight black hair Native American woman would look like. And her favorite thing to do for me was to make sure I always had Wrigley’s Juicy Fruit gum. To this day that is my favorite memory!

She would tell me things about her past. Being born in the 1800’s, she saw a hell of a lot of life. And her parents, and their parents, linked directly to their slave roots… being sold at the Slave Market in Fayetteville.

She used to tell me stories about her past. I loved her stories. All I wanted to do was be near my beautiful great grandmother… and look at her and listen to her talk.

As I grew older and began to research the many twisting branches of my family roots, I began to dig up many stories and pictures of the past life of the beautiful women in my family. And I began to wonder about just what it was like for beautiful black women back in the 1700’s and the 1800’s and the early 1900’s in racist, white male dominated, harsh as hell Coastal North Carolina back in those days. How did black women survive in a time when white men could take them, and do with them as they pleased! And, when they were finished… kill them, if they pleased. What kind of stories of violence and sexual assault and pregnancy and shame did those women take with them to their graves!

You look at regional Africans! They are brown skinned people who all basically look like each other… like regional white people from around the world look like each other… like regional Asian people all basically look like each other. But, the African-American… born from the early rape destruction of their gene pool… we are a people whose colors range from Caucasian white to ink black! And, from two African-American parents, a family of ten children can have ten completely different colored children. That is just how fucked-up the gene pool of the African-American is.

There was a time, and maybe it still exists, when Africans declared black American as IMPURE BASTARDS! I have always believed that as fact of myself!

America needs to hear these visceral stories of the Black American past… especially white men, young and old, should know the pain their ancestral men rained down on the black people who are, in fact, their next door neighbors. And the young white people, who have mostly grown up side by side with a black person, or two, in their midst should take their fellow white people who are being racist and stupid and shake them by their shoulders and make them see the light… that is, Black People Are Not Your Enemy!

And, more young black people need to use the power of art to show the world that they are aware of what the American past did to their families… and the fact that they are ready now to express that knowledge!

Do not allow ANYONE to force you to back away from your convictions, young black people! You are your own future! Do you want your crazy, racist Congress making decisions about you and your art and your life? No! You do not want that. You want to invent, paint, write, draw and teach what you know about you and yours… TODAY!

So, Artist Kara Walker, you go to the head of the social class! You stick up for yourself and your art. Always remember, white artist have created blasphemous artwork over the decades that have been allowed, with a fight, to be displayed for the public to peruse. You have the right to show your work… but, as all black people in America know, you have to fight for your piece of bread in your own America… the land of the brave and the free… if you have creamy white skin!

Remember your female black roots, beautiful black woman… you might have to represent them all one day… including the memory of my great grandmother.

RLJ