Tuesday, May 9, 2017

a letter to United States Senator Cory Booker.

Dear Senator Cory Booker of New Jersey:

       **I just re-registered as a Democrat after about a year and a half absence. The only reason is that I want to vote in the Philadelphia primary and help select / elect a new District Attorney and some better judges for our fair city.  What I want you to tell me is why in GOD’s country I should stay a Democrat. Don’t give me some corny rhetoric or some jive about How great this country is. I know we invaded some 150 other times on shores we didn’t belong on to give strategic and economic cover for future corporate exploitation that our citizens and the thinking world had very little to gain from.; I know we have Watergate; Iran / Contra;  wars in Afghanistan and Viet Nam {Where we were defeated}; Iraq; Libya etc. in our past and hundreds of body bags that come back into Dover Air Force base are not even allowed to be shown on Television.; I know we no longer have a democracy where our Presidential races are in the hands of the People and not the corporations and our elections debates are run fairly, openly, and without undue tampering like they were when the League of Women’s voters handled them,; I know we are in trouble economically because we bailed out hundreds of nasty banks that ran roughshod over the People with the help of the government, while People – like me – go without jobs, decent housing or a feeling of safety.; and I know we continue to run a game on the North American People that Bernie Sanders {Check spelling}  was exposing {You see How far He got in running for the Presidency. I know all that, so please don’t come at me with snow in a snow storm called Donald Trump.

       **How are you going to make a difference in 2020 and are you going to run as a openly gay candidate  -- if you are that—and win. I want to believe again, but I don’t and I don’t want to get swept away by the likes of a law like the one that lets our corporations run over elections with money like they have no connection to the People and the democracy we profess to cherish.  I like the things coming from your campaign. I thought President Obama was going to bring the ``needed change’’ to the office, but I was so severely let down so earl I didn’t even bother to vote in 2012 and haven’t felt like voting since then. { in 2012 I wrote in Nelson Mandela for President; Angela Davis for Vice President – even though I am NOT a communist; and myself for Congressman} . Hillary Clinton is still a powerful woman and her husband is powerful also, but when you take a clear and definitive and honest look at the Clinton years in the White House I see hundreds more Black men going to jail because of the Three Strikes You Are Out law; Don’t ask Don’t tell; and the beginning stages of the debt crisis and the mortgage bank-bail-out fiasco.

       **I don’t know what I think one man or one woman can do about the situation we have here in this country {Which, by the Way I call Turtle Island or the United States of Native America because I think we need to give the whole thing back to them and admit it is stolen,  corrupted, racially segregated land on which way too many innocent People die each day without proper food and shelter while hundreds of millionaires still act like puppeteers while the politicians and People are puppets dancing in overt consumerism, socially orchestrated , corporate orchestrated distractions and the continued rule of the rich and the White.

       **Are you going to seriously put yourself up against the enormous financially endowed and technologically dominate oligarchy and try to make a difference by being right and real with the North American {Turtle Island} People, or are you just another whist in the wind who is taking a paycheck and not being really real? Tell me before I vote next May 16th.

an open letter to a dear BLACK community sistah

Dear Sistah Atiola:

     I Hope and Pray You are Blessed with good health and well-being and live a good long life. I am Praying you find a new location for your Restaurant. You serve a vitally important Role in our Black community as a person providing good, and often excellent nutritious food along with a nice meeting place to exchange information and get educated about health, food, good nutrition, Black businesses and so much moore.

     Sistah Atiola, you are a champion of Black People and a champion of Black women. I put you up there with Angela Davis, Anita Hill & Althia Gibson in the stature and importance to our community. It literally made me ill to see Leonard call you a racist and disrespect you like that. But I beg you and the community to forgive Him because He can still learn and He is very young, only 47 years ole.

       I do very much want you to be successful with your new location. I promise to call you and see what I can do to help you, for the sake of our Black community and for the sake of Leonard, who I LOVe dearly. You deserve the best from us as Black People and you will have the very best, but what some of us don’t understand is Leonard also deserves the very best also.

     I am very apologetic about my business partner and companion MR. Leonard coming into your respected place of worship and acting the fool.  He can be a very nice person sometimes, but He can also be someone in desperate need of proper education about our Black Culture, Black History and our Black struggle as successful People in North America or what I like to call Turtle Island or The United States of Native America.

     Leonard has not, at 47, taken it upon Himself to learn about and study what we as Black People have been through in This Nation.    

     He has no idea that each and every penny He spends at Wal Mart puts another nail in the coffin of our liberation as Black People.  He also calls me a racist, so don’t feel hurt or singled out. Leonard is quite intelligent, but He can also reflect the very deep kind of ignorance about Black People that is so ramped among our youth and even among our Black general population.

     The ignorance is scary because it spreads so quickly that it sometimes gets back to and impacts on even the knowledgeable Black grass roots like you, me and most of the Black People who enter your lovely, important, warm and wonderful store there on 4505 Baltimore Avenue.

     The ignorance, wiping it out, has been part of my personal life time goals.  Yet I sat in McDonalds the other day and shook my head and even laughed slightly at a poor Black women I saw with a baby. I wondered aloud what that Black baby’s future would be with a Mom who frequented McDonalds. I was only there because Leonard likes to go there. I was actually boycotting McDonalds because of their terrible addictive food that is poorly prepared and sold at way too high prices.

     But we have to be careful when we criticize Black People like Leonard because He spends dollars that can become Black dollars as well. He doesn’t understand How He needs help and He doesn’t understand the seriousness and depth of nor the insidiousness of our oppression as Black People.

     I have sent Him my book list with hundreds of Black books and other important books of self-improvement on it. Yet He wants to read about White and European clothing designers and not discover much about How to become a designer who faces extreme success at designing clothing that incorporates Black and African designs with other cultural designs.

     Our grass roots ignorance of Our Black and African History and Black and African Culture is extremely dangerous for the future ad continuous success of and stability of our Black community.

     When we walk into Wal Mart and support that store, I don’t care if a few sell-outs products like Pattie LaBell’s Bar B Que sauce are sold exclusively there, we are supporting the White political foot on our collective necks. We have to explain this to people like Leonard and we have to explain that supporting ourselves is not racist but about self-LOVe ad self-survival.  

GOD Bless you and don’t give up on People like Leonard. He is worth working with, educating, and yes, even listening to.


Saturday, May 6, 2017

Did You Wait Too Late? Mother's Day Dinner Reservations for Six at Relish.

Did you wait too late to make Dinner Reservations for Mother’s Day, and finding everything booked up? Dinner reservations for six  Black People who are REAL about helping other real Black people be all they can be are available. The location is Relish Restaurant in Mount Airy Philadelphia, (for Mother Day May 14th, 2017 ).  First come, first serve.  No extra cost. All you have to do is pay your restaurant   dinner bill with a generous tip and say a Prayer for our company – Seventy – Five Cent, LLC.  We are dedicated to helping Black People reach their own good and great destinies and become their best se selves.  This is all being done through the auspices of Mr. Tracy Charles Gibson. Reach me at 1 (215) 823 9985.  Please be real and be honest. This is not a come on. It is also NOT an invitation to imitate, take the place of or take the identity of Mr. Gibson.  It is also NOT an invitation to stick me with the bill. If you have any of those notions in mind, please DON”T  take part in enjoying these reservations and the tremendous obeisance of Relish Restaurant. .    (I was simply unable to enjoy the food and good company at Relish, due to out-of-town business, and wanted to help a Black family who might be in need of dinner reservations.  Just say you are with the Gibson party of six, but fully expect to pay for the reservations (about $29.75 a person) and a reasonable tip. I thank you. Enjoy your Mother’s Day.

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

a total confession about sexual obsession.....

A  Total Confession to GOD—My Sexual Obsession // By Brother Tracy Gibson…
** I try so hard Lord, and yet, I fail every time. I am under the powers of my own sexual drive and sexual obsession. I am like a child in a candy store – sorry Joseph Beam for the cliché – I am like a child in the candy store even though I don’t cheat on my LOVer, my desires remain out of control as I watch hours of pornography, [I claim it relaxes me and allows me to move forward to do God’s work]  even though I destroyed 17 DVD’s of porn to try so hard to work against my sexual obsession for beautiful Black men, beautiful Native men and beautiful Latin-Black men.  I have failed myself and my Black People.
** Will you, GOD, will you forgive me? I see the beautiful feet and beautiful stomachs and beautiful faces and incredible sex organs you made by your hand Lord, and I am amazed at my own desires. They seem out of control, and yet, in some strange Way, perfect.
** I Am especially titillated by younger Black men, and I give total control of myself over to them. I am helpless, coy, timid and out of control, even though I put forth an African mask of total cool and total control. I give myself to them, through GOD. Yet, somehow, I must remain faithful to you, my friend.
**Sometimes I think there is a rapist inside me waiting to pounce out like a Black Panther. Sometimes I think there is a leopard inside me waiting to find PRAY.  Sometimes I think there is a ruthless tiger waiting to find refuge between the legs of yet another BLACK man .
** I have a place at Home where I put photos of my BLACK family, JESUS,  and Ancient Black ancestors – including God’s picture [JESUS] and they give me strength to make it another day as I PRAY for redemption, SALVATION, forgiveness, and resolve. I move forward with my activist work and I want to save this world made wretched, by ungodly forces. I don’t know if I will ever meet with success.
** I think of my mentors Nelson Mandela, Pastor Paul Washington, Reverend Jeremiah Wright, Reverend Jeff Haskins, Reverend Victoria, Reverend Brian Robinson, Cynthia McKinney, Betty Shabazz, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King Junior, Rosa Parks, Rosita Johnson, Joseph Beam, Joseph Bunch, Pam Africa, Ramona   Africa, Debbie Africa, Wanda, James Wright, Nebraska Bowman,  Blondell Reynolds Brown, Jessie Gibson, Charles Gibson, Bill Hill, Bill Peterson, Estelle Welch,  Aunt Helen / Aunt Maud, Aunt Helen Peterson - Thornton, Grandma Jessie Thornton, Uncle Ken Gibson, Uncle Lionel Gibson, My Grandfathers, Uncle Raymond Gibson, Uncle Lloyd Gibson, Aunt Ruby my many cousins. I ask forgiveness from you for all the men I have had while I was in search for LOVe, tenderness, intimacy, kindness, closeness,  kisses, soft touches, thrusting in LOVe’s last climax.
**  Taking off my obsession is like trying to take off my skin or unload my heart and still live. It is impossible. Good friend, please forgive my obsession for lust, closeness and intimacy. I want to make a family with you, but the children I want to raise with you will most likely never happen now that I’m 60 years ole. GOD says never give up on yourself. His / Her hand is the most tender of all and His / Her face is in the faces of babies, the laughter of ole men, the quiet falling of rain, waves crashing against the rocks, and in the eye on each dollar bill the government has ever produced or printed – He / She is totally and forever undefeated. He allows me to walk with Him / Her each day and I am forever thankful and grateful.