An Open Letter of apology to black men: I’m So Sorry." from: naturallymoi.com

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An Open Letter of apology to black men: I’m So Sorry
June 20, 2014 Filed under black women, News, Relationships, Uncategorized Posted by admin

This is an open letter to black men written by Nojma Muhammad. Please give us your thoughts after reading it. She is apologizing for things that she feels black women have done to harm black men and their families. The letter explains that Muhammad feels that she has been taught to believe that black women don’t need black men and that she can make herself stronger by bringing black men down.

Muhammad’s overture to black men is written as a peace offering of sorts, a way to reconcile with black men and let them know that they are loved. Perhaps black men can return the favor by saying “thank you” and respecting good black women when they enter into their lives. Every reconciliation has to start with a peace offering, and this is the one that has everyone talking on the Internet. Maybe rather than thinking like a man, black men and women will come together to discuss their relationships and families so that unity can be achieved.

Tell us what you think: Have the “ideas of the enemy” led black women astray? What should men do now?


I have become a woman that you no longer recognize. I have allowed our enemy to impregnate me with his ideas and thoughts. I have allowed an illusion of independence to keep us separated. I have fooled myself into believing that my degrees place me degrees above you.

I humbly come to you asking forgiveness. I come to you asking you to forgive me for not supporting you. I come to you asking you to forgive me for not truly loving you. I was taught to hate myself, then hate you. My desire to reproduce you was killed by our enemy. I apologize for teaching my daughters that you will fail them, and continuning the cycle of an illusion of indepedence with them. I apologize for not encouraging you, for not being more patient with you, for not understanding your plight, your trials and your tribulations.

I apologize for thinking in order to gain strength I had to weaken you. I apologize for disturbing your peace, in order to have peace within myself, or what I thought was peace. My life has been in peril without you. I tried to convince myself that I don’t need you, but you are a necessity. I can’t even continue the cycle of life without you. I apologize for my harsh tone, for using my tongue as a sword, for telling you that you are nothing, when in fact you are everything.

I apologize for mistreating you, disrespecting you, neglecting you and belittling you. I know that I have aided in breaking you, and I am beneficial in rebuilding you. I am acknowleding the wrongs that I have committed against you,and I am confessing my faults. By acknowledging my wrongs, doesn’t mean I am absolving you of your duty, but rather I am re-committing myself to my duty to you.

I have relinquished my womb from our enemy and I am returning it to it’s rightful owner; you.

I tried to walk this journey of life without you, but I realized that I should be walking this journey with you, and beside you.I pray that you accept my sincere apology, and that we can start the process of reconciliation, so we can love each other and have productive and successful relationships that will set the standard for our children.

Black Man……….I love you…..

Signed,
A Black Woman who concedes that her womb was one of many…….

best believe the ensuing comments will have u pullin out the popcorn bag! and ofcourse the manginas and SKRONG blakwomen are all in the house!! lets go!!
 
That was awesome...


Now its OUR TURN TO APOLOGIZE

for out role in not finding solutions

and allowing ourselves to be mindfucked

on what is beauty and to run away from

everything Natural...


yup its OUR TURN NOW!!


Fiqures it would be a Black Woman to take the lead tho!!!


I love my SiSTARS!!!


but Oprah had them for a minute tho,

o nanny ass gatekeepin ass
 
:cool:

I hope this is a trend that continues. However, if the ladies ever log onto bgol, they'll run back to that white dick and wet pussy faster than you can say "Qauid."
 
That was awesome...


Now its OUR TURN TO APOLOGIZE

for out role in not finding solutions

and allowing ourselves to be mindfucked

on what is beauty and to run away from

everything Natural...


yup its OUR TURN NOW!!


Fiqures it would be a Black Woman to take the lead tho!!!


I love my SiSTARS!!!


but Oprah had them for a minute tho,

o nanny ass gatekeepin ass

Wrong board, fam. http://destee.com/index.php
 
Crack all the jokes you want but that is deep!
and it is what needs to happen to start repairing the black community.

:yes::yes::yes:
 
That was awesome...


Now its OUR TURN TO APOLOGIZE

for out role in not finding solutions

and allowing ourselves to be mindfucked

on what is beauty and to run away from

everything Natural...


yup its OUR TURN NOW!!


Fiqures it would be a Black Woman to take the lead tho!!!


I love my SiSTARS!!!


but Oprah had them for a minute tho,

o nanny ass gatekeepin ass

 
That was awesome...


Now its OUR TURN TO APOLOGIZE

for out role in not finding solutions

and allowing ourselves to be mindfucked

on what is beauty and to run away from

everything Natural...


yup its OUR TURN NOW!!


Fiqures it would be a Black Woman to take the lead tho!!!


I love my SiSTARS!!!


but Oprah had them for a minute tho,

o nanny ass gatekeepin ass


Agreed!!! Now if we could just ger every one in the same boat!
:yes::yes::yes:
 
I have relinquished my womb from our enemy and I am returning it to it’s rightful owner; you.

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dwozers
 
That was awesome...


Now its OUR TURN TO APOLOGIZE

for out role in not finding solutions

and allowing ourselves to be mindfucked

on what is beauty and to run away from

everything Natural...


yup its OUR TURN NOW!!


Fiqures it would be a Black Woman to take the lead tho!!!


I love my SiSTARS!!!


but Oprah had them for a minute tho,

o nanny ass gatekeepin ass

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Originally Posted by mangobob79 View Post



I have relinquished my womb from our enemy and I am returning it to it’s rightful owner; you.




Don't worry, you can keep yours....

Don't worry no force in the universe would make me give it to anyone but who i chose

Don't come at me dude i have no beef with u calm down and chill ur ego out
 
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My one wish in life: "I want to die and be reincarnated as a rich and famous athlete, because Finger and Jay threads have too many simp worthy hoes".
 
I appreciate black people making overtures to one another. The cycle of bashing each other has to end.
 

Rotflmao

Thats probably the most annoying part to me

All I hear is bm proudly proclaiming they can make black babies with ANY race of woman ... and here go this heffer talkin bout her womb is only for the black man and that WE are the ones saying we dont need them rotflmao

Youll never see a black man write an equivalent to this letter so sorry I cant c/s this shit
 
Agreed!!! Now if we could just ger every one in the same boat!
:yes::yes::yes:


nah dont waste your time, everyone is never


going to be on board, but with just the right

amount of people the universe is ours...:yes:


its a known fact like eighty five percent of the

world can not evolve past being a follower..



dont even waste your energy, when time is right, they will crawl along..

they always crawl along...
 
Rotflmao

Thats probably the most annoying part to me

All I hear is bm proudly proclaiming they can make black babies with ANY race of woman ... and here go this heffer talkin bout her womb is only for the black man and that WE are the ones saying we dont need them rotflmao

Youll never see a black man write an equivalent to this letter so sorry I cant c/s this shit

but lets not act like all my si stars are supporting this,


she got a large backlash as a result of that letter you know...


still a lot of young oprah can I be yo nanny sir, I suck yo dick types out there...


that love to be the gatekeeper at the house of white pseudo supremecy
 
This was written in 2011.....


did we solve this problem then and just forget or what? :dunno:

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Youll never see a black man write an equivalent to this letter so sorry I cant c/s this shit


marlon_L.jpg


http://www.agoodblackman.com/leterrance_murder.shtml

Have a seat sister; this may take a while. Don't be afraid. The two pistols you see smoking in my hands are harmless now. Both clips are empty, much like a Larry Elders speech. And even though I was aiming at the System when I first unloaded shots into the air, I see now that I missed the target. The System remains intact while you sit wounded and battle-weary from decades of bullets being lodged deep into your heart and soul.

I murdered you many times. Still, you didn't die-not even once.

I apologize for abandoning you and leaving you to fend for yourself in a world as cruel as it is cold. I should have supported you when you offered to be apart of the struggle. But the struggle was an internal one as well as an external one, and I was losing on both fronts. I got mad at you for straightening your hair, for slow dancing in the arms of white men, for challenging my manhood and comparing it to other races. I hated the way the System divided us by promoting you and demoting me, but instead of uniting with you and having your back, I attacked you and left you alone in your grief.

I apologize for flaunting white women in your face as soon as I got money or fame. I was suffering from a mental illness that had me believing that my self-worth had to be approved by blue eyes. I know it hurt you to see me betray you so quickly, so easily, and so often. I had you feeling as though you were not worthy to be in my arms when the opposite was true. I was not worthy of yours.

I apologize for calling you a "bitch" and a "hoe" and treating you like a sexual object in my music, and in the streets, and amongst my homeboys. I felt powerless and frustrated, lost in maze of self-hatred. I raped you, and pimped you, and beat you, and cursed you, and tried to destroy you in the same way I felt destroyed. The pressures of society triggered the implosion that almost destroyed everything inside of me. And you got caught up in the blast because you were always so determined to stand firmly by my side.

I murdered you many times. Still, you didn't die-not even once.

I apologize for cheating on you, abusing you, and leaving you as soon as you got pregnant. I pretended like the child wasn't mine. I even asked you to kill the baby because I knew I wasn't responsible enough to rear him/her properly. When you refused, I reluctantly tossed you a few dollars each month and felt like that's all I had to do to be a father. I apologize for turning you into a single mother instead of a happy wife.

I apologize for selling drugs and going to prison and using the streets as an excuse for my failure. I didn't want to be like the honest folks in my hood who worked hard and had nothing to show for it. I wanted more out of life but didn't have the courage or the insight to follow the path of the brothers who worked hard in school to build stable futures and lives for themselves. I grew up angry at the world and my environment. But instead of using this anger in a constructive manner, I beat down and shot up the first brother who stepped on my shoes in the club.

I apologize for dying so young in the streets. I just wanted respect. I just wanted power. And the only people in my hood who possessed these qualities were the gangsters and thugs and dealers. You warned me to be careful. You begged me to slow down. But I didn't listen. The respect of the street was all I had. It was something I was willing to kill for, to even die for. I was fighting a war against myself, and dying for a cause that didn't exist.

I apologize for breaking your heart and betraying your trust and hurting you so badly that you became almost as racist as the System. You started calling all black men dogs and writing cruel little Waiting to Exhale type books that spent too much time degrading me instead of explaining that good black men are the majority. Your anger and books flew high, like African Jehaka birds, towards the tree branches of my soul. But instead of forgiving me and attempting to rebuild your nest, your anger and books became woodpeckers and pecked away at what was left of me.

You screamed out that good black men were hard to find and blamed me for your actions when you held white men in your arms. I tried to tell you that I was the minority, and that good black men were everywhere, but it was easier for you to point fingers me than it was to give these brothers a chance. I should have treated you like the queen that you are so that other black men wouldn't be falsely accused of my emotional crimes.

I murdered you many times. Still, you didn't die-not even once.

I apologize for encouraging you to be materialistic. I dumped my money into the same System that was destroying me and tried to impress you with expensive cars, platinum jewelry, and Polo gear. I fooled you into thinking that the measure of a man was in his bank account or in the size of the knot in his front pocket. You jumped into the front seat of my Lexus, happy because your friends were now envious of you, as we both sped down a dead end road at one hundred miles per hour. As a result, many black men who didn't own a Lexus were ignored and even dismissed by you. I had you believing that your love came with a price tag.

I apologize for the late night booty calls. You wanted to talk, to cuddle, and to explore the depth of my character. I only wanted sex. I called you when I was horny and only reached out to you when I saw that you were slipping away. I should have talked to you and opened up to you. Instead, I trusted only my homeboys and factored you out of the equation.

And I apologize for turning you against your friends and family members. I was jealous of their influence over you. I was afraid that you would listen to them when they told you that I was not good for you. I didn't have a job, and when I did, I used it as a weapon against you. When wise sisters told you to raise your standards, I persuaded you to lower them. I had you thinking that you had to have a man, any man, to be complete. And I apologize for that.

I murdered you many times, sister.

Yet, incredibly, amazingly, you didn't die.

Not even once.

And this serves as the ultimate testimony to your true greatness.

:hmm: why do I even bother....

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sheet for ten dollars

its the right board everytime I post....


did you hug a si star today????

:lol:

Of course. Every day, a bunch of times per day. I'm blessed to be surrounded by my wife, my 3 daughters, my mother, my step mother, my 4 sisters, my grandmother and my wife's grandmother, my wife's mother and sister, 3 aunts on my side, and 2 on my wife's side, about 40 cousins a piece on both sides, 2 direct co-workers, a vast amount of indirect co-workers and business associates, and about 10 "play" aunties and mamas. :cool:
 
marlon_L.jpg


http://www.agoodblackman.com/leterrance_murder.shtml

Have a seat sister; this may take a while. Don't be afraid. The two pistols you see smoking in my hands are harmless now. Both clips are empty, much like a Larry Elders speech. And even though I was aiming at the System when I first unloaded shots into the air, I see now that I missed the target. The System remains intact while you sit wounded and battle-weary from decades of bullets being lodged deep into your heart and soul.

I murdered you many times. Still, you didn't die-not even once.

I apologize for abandoning you and leaving you to fend for yourself in a world as cruel as it is cold. I should have supported you when you offered to be apart of the struggle. But the struggle was an internal one as well as an external one, and I was losing on both fronts. I got mad at you for straightening your hair, for slow dancing in the arms of white men, for challenging my manhood and comparing it to other races. I hated the way the System divided us by promoting you and demoting me, but instead of uniting with you and having your back, I attacked you and left you alone in your grief.

I apologize for flaunting white women in your face as soon as I got money or fame. I was suffering from a mental illness that had me believing that my self-worth had to be approved by blue eyes. I know it hurt you to see me betray you so quickly, so easily, and so often. I had you feeling as though you were not worthy to be in my arms when the opposite was true. I was not worthy of yours.

I apologize for calling you a "bitch" and a "hoe" and treating you like a sexual object in my music, and in the streets, and amongst my homeboys. I felt powerless and frustrated, lost in maze of self-hatred. I raped you, and pimped you, and beat you, and cursed you, and tried to destroy you in the same way I felt destroyed. The pressures of society triggered the implosion that almost destroyed everything inside of me. And you got caught up in the blast because you were always so determined to stand firmly by my side.

I murdered you many times. Still, you didn't die-not even once.

I apologize for cheating on you, abusing you, and leaving you as soon as you got pregnant. I pretended like the child wasn't mine. I even asked you to kill the baby because I knew I wasn't responsible enough to rear him/her properly. When you refused, I reluctantly tossed you a few dollars each month and felt like that's all I had to do to be a father. I apologize for turning you into a single mother instead of a happy wife.

I apologize for selling drugs and going to prison and using the streets as an excuse for my failure. I didn't want to be like the honest folks in my hood who worked hard and had nothing to show for it. I wanted more out of life but didn't have the courage or the insight to follow the path of the brothers who worked hard in school to build stable futures and lives for themselves. I grew up angry at the world and my environment. But instead of using this anger in a constructive manner, I beat down and shot up the first brother who stepped on my shoes in the club.

I apologize for dying so young in the streets. I just wanted respect. I just wanted power. And the only people in my hood who possessed these qualities were the gangsters and thugs and dealers. You warned me to be careful. You begged me to slow down. But I didn't listen. The respect of the street was all I had. It was something I was willing to kill for, to even die for. I was fighting a war against myself, and dying for a cause that didn't exist.

I apologize for breaking your heart and betraying your trust and hurting you so badly that you became almost as racist as the System. You started calling all black men dogs and writing cruel little Waiting to Exhale type books that spent too much time degrading me instead of explaining that good black men are the majority. Your anger and books flew high, like African Jehaka birds, towards the tree branches of my soul. But instead of forgiving me and attempting to rebuild your nest, your anger and books became woodpeckers and pecked away at what was left of me.

You screamed out that good black men were hard to find and blamed me for your actions when you held white men in your arms. I tried to tell you that I was the minority, and that good black men were everywhere, but it was easier for you to point fingers me than it was to give these brothers a chance. I should have treated you like the queen that you are so that other black men wouldn't be falsely accused of my emotional crimes.

I murdered you many times. Still, you didn't die-not even once.

I apologize for encouraging you to be materialistic. I dumped my money into the same System that was destroying me and tried to impress you with expensive cars, platinum jewelry, and Polo gear. I fooled you into thinking that the measure of a man was in his bank account or in the size of the knot in his front pocket. You jumped into the front seat of my Lexus, happy because your friends were now envious of you, as we both sped down a dead end road at one hundred miles per hour. As a result, many black men who didn't own a Lexus were ignored and even dismissed by you. I had you believing that your love came with a price tag.

I apologize for the late night booty calls. You wanted to talk, to cuddle, and to explore the depth of my character. I only wanted sex. I called you when I was horny and only reached out to you when I saw that you were slipping away. I should have talked to you and opened up to you. Instead, I trusted only my homeboys and factored you out of the equation.

And I apologize for turning you against your friends and family members. I was jealous of their influence over you. I was afraid that you would listen to them when they told you that I was not good for you. I didn't have a job, and when I did, I used it as a weapon against you. When wise sisters told you to raise your standards, I persuaded you to lower them. I had you thinking that you had to have a man, any man, to be complete. And I apologize for that.

I murdered you many times, sister.

Yet, incredibly, amazingly, you didn't die.

Not even once.

And this serves as the ultimate testimony to your true greatness.

:hmm: why do I even bother....

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looks "like a brother to me":lol::lol:



see lola sometimes you sip that cracker barrel soup too when it comes to black love!!

dont let cac media blind you from reality...

Black Love is alive and well, its just like the revolution

it wont be televised
 
Sounds like a Black feminist who had a moment of clarity.

Shouldn't of had to apologize in the first place. An African-American woman has to be stupid as hell to buy into that Black feminism crap.

Dr. Kamau Kambon couldn't have stated it more plainly. If you're Black, the dominant society doesn't even want you to exist, but you still got dumb hoes and coons out here seeking good graces with them.

If more Black people just start fucking with each other business-wise, we'll be alright.
 
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