The Autonomous Nigga Is An Endangered Species

Niggas are headed right back to slavery in front of their very eyes and they see it not. I’m tryna tell y’all, but very few really hear me. Truth is, we never left slavery. We live in a world of politics. Policy controls every major factor of our lives. This is true for every American citizen—but when you’re Black—you must ultimately have the blessing of somebody White to do anything of significance in this world.

Knowing this is not a sign of defeat. It is the key to liberation. For how is a slave to free himself unless he first realizes that he is—indeed—a slave.

Niggas gotta be on some primal-Afro-futuristic ish…

Living in a world of ideas is a romantic notion, but thoughts and creativity don’t pay the bills. Concepts don’t provide health care. Rebellion doesn’t guarantee your child a proper education. The Earth is of nature, but the world is man’s design. Spiritual wealth does not necessarily equate to material riches.

Niggas can make plenty waves, but at this moment, it is still the White man’s ocean.

We can make a lot of noise, but what’s the end game? Blacks don’t ultimately own anything. As it stands now, you have to deal within the White power structure. There is no way around it. Pan-African idealism is what many Black leaders were fighting for. They saw it as the only way out of the White, privileged, racist paradigm. The White power structure saw this as a threat and sentenced all Autonomous Niggas who might make a significant difference to at least 1 of 3 fates: jail, exile or death.

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Here it is: I started the #BAM Movement, formally, over a year ago and some folks still reduce it to a name change from Jazz to Black American Music. It is much bigger than that. This is about a cultural assassination on people of color. It’s about a denial to acknowledge and a desire to obliterate all that is holy for those in the minority of the mainstream.

At this point, we are cultivating generations of children who have no clue about the history of slavery in America. Kids are no longer being taught this in schools—so, if they ain’t getting it at home, they ain’t getting it at all.

The poison of the post-racial myth has set colored consciousness adrift with no port in sight.

We have all but forgotten the fire that fueled our ancestors. Martin Luther King and Malcolm X have been reduced to nothing more than pedantic pantomimes used solely to illustrate one’s awareness of counter-culture symbols, however shallow that awareness might be. Pretty soon, Harriet Tubman’s underground railroad will be regarded along the same lines as Santa Claus’ mythological chimney chute drops. Films like Quinine Tarantino’s Django—which is nothing more than a Marvel Comics version of chattel slavery—certainly help to reinforce the distorted narrative. Black people need to tell Black stories. Survival of the race depends on it.

George Clinton and Parliament Funkadelic provided a comprehensive spiritual and mythological guide for the Black American. It’s like Buddhism—only funkier.

It is we who get in our own way. We will remain in the dark for as long as we accept things how they are. We can do far better, but tend to do just enough. We better figure out what it means to be Black before we are wiped off of the color grid completely.

Ultimately, the Black race doesn’t exist, but you have to use the construct to dismantle the construct. You can’t stop being Black until you first recognize that you are classified as Black. You can’t solve a political problem by being apolitical. Being a Nigga is the antidote to Niggerdom. This is America. Autonomy is the end game.

GAME OVER.

#BAM

– Nicholas Payton aka The Savior of Archaic Pop

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