Barack Obama is @#$% tired of this @#$%!

“There are white folks, and then there are ignorant motherfuckers like you.”

Gulu, my man, thanks for this and all your other postings and comments. On the current Rahmbo Emanuel/William Morris-directed National Obama Cult thing goin’ on, people tend to sometimes bring out the term “House Negro” when referring to Obama’s relationship to the apartheid polity known as “Israel,” so I thought I would pop up here, as a textual record for historical reference, this old-timey lecture from way back in the 1960s, wherefrom the term “House Negro” came into the lexicon of the then-current ‘counter culture’. And I yield the rest of my time to the Reverend Malcolm X...

“There were two kind of slaves. There were the house Negros and the field Negros. The house Negro, lived in the house, with master. She dressed pretty good. He ate good, because she ate master’s food, what he left. The house Negro lived in the attic or the basement, but still lived near her master, and he loved her master, more than the master loved himself. The house Negro would give her life to save the master’s house quicker than the master would.
The house Negro, if the master said “we got a good house here” the house Negro says “yeah, we got a good house here.” Whenever the master said we, the house Negro would say we. That’s how you can tell a house Negro. If the master’s house caught on fire, the house Negro would fight harder to put the blaze out than the master would. If the master got sick, the house Negro would say “What’s the matter, boss, we sick?” We sick!

The house Negro identified himself with his master, more than the master identified with himself. And if you came to the house Negro and said “Let’s run away, Let’s escape, Let’s separate;” the house Negro would look at you and say “Man, you crazy. What you mean separate? Where is there a better house than this? Where can I wear better clothes than these? Where can I eat better food than this?” There was that house Negro.

In those days, he was called a house nigger. And that’s what we call him today, because we still have some house niggers running around here. This modern house Negro loves his master. He wants to live near him. He’ll pay three times as much as the house is worth just to live near his master; and then brag about “I’m the only Negro out here. I’m the only one on my job. I’m the only one in this school.” You’re nothing but a house Negro!

And if someone were to come to you right now and say “let’s separate,” you respond in the same way that the house Negro said on the plantation. “What you mean separate? From America? This good white land? Where you gonna get a better job than you get here? I mean, this is what you say! “I di-I ain’t left nothing in Africa.” That’s what you say. “Why, you left your mind in Africa.”

On that same plantation, there was the field Negro. The field Negroes, those were the masses. There was always more negroes in the field as there were in the house. There, a Negro in the field caught hell. He ate leftovers. In the house, they ate high up on the hog. The Negro in the field didn’t get nothing but what was left in the insides of the hog. They call them chit’lins nowadays. In those days, they called them what they were, guts! That’s what you were, a gut-eater. And some of you are still gut-eaters.

The field Negro was beaten, from morning until night. He lived in a shack or in a hut. He wore cast-off clothes. He hated his master. I say, he hated his master. He was intelligent. That house Negro loved his master. But that field Negro, remember, they were in the majority, and they hated their master. When the house caught on fire, he didn’t try to put it out, that field Negro prayed for a wind – for a breeze. When the master got sick, the field Negro prayed that he died. If someone were to come to the field Negro and say “Let’s separate, let’s run.” He didn’t say “Where we going?” She said “any place is better than here.” We got field negros in America today.

I’m a field Negro. The masses are the field Negroes. When they see this man’s house on fire, we don’t hear these Negroes talking about “our Government is in trouble.” They say “the Government is in trouble.” Imagine a Negro, saying “our Government.” I even heard one say “our astronauts.” They won’t even let him near the plant, and “our astronauts!” “Our neighbors!” That’s a Negro that’s out of his mind. That’s a Negro that’s out of his mind! Just because the slave master in that day, used Tom, to keep the field Negroes in check. The same old slavemaster today has Negroes who are nothing but modern Uncle Toms. 20th century Uncle Toms to keep you and me in check. Keep us under control. Keep us passive and peaceful. And nonviolent. That’s Tom making you nonviolent.

It’s like when you go to the dentist and the man is going to take your tooth. You’re going to fight him when he starts pulling. So they squirt some stuff in your jaw called novocaine, to make you think they’re not doing anything to you. So you sit there and because you got all that novocaine in your jaw, you suffer peacefully. Hahaha.

There’s nothing in our book, the Qur’an, as you call it, Koran, that teaches us to suffer peacefully. Our religion teaches us to be intelligent. Be peaceful. Be courteous. Obey the law. Respect everyone. But if someone puts his hand on you, send him to the cemetery! That’s a good religion. In fact, that’s that old-time religion. That’s the one that ma and pa used to talk about. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth and a head for a head and a life for a life. That’s a good religion. And doesn’t anybody, no one resist that kind of religion being taught but a wolf who intends to make you his meal.

This is the way it is with the white man in America. He’s a wolf and you’re his sheep. Anytime a shepherd, a pastor, teaches you and me not to run from the white man, and at the same time teaches us don’t fight the white man, he’s a traitor, to you and me. Don’t lay down our lives all by itself, no, preserve your lives. It’s the best thing you got. And if you got to give it up, let it be “Even Steven.”