Culture/Freedom....Introducing Uncle

Peace Y'all..In order to maintain my mental health and sanity I have decided to utilize an anonymous character named Uncle..Inspired by the English C lesson (1-36)..I will used "Uncle" to replace the name of any outright saddening, hilarious or sickening Destroy Power that i come across throughout my travels..Willfully, we will all learn from the antics of Uncle..I know I have.


Today’s degree is Culture/Freedom. ”My uncle does not talk his own language” ...Let me tell you a story about Fard’s uncle real quick...I used to work at Foot Locker at this mall called Willow Grove Park when I was younger. The mall was NOT in the urban environment at all. It was a good 45 min –hour bus ride to get out there. But I learned early on that most of the jobs are outside the city, so that’s where I’d go to find work. So, me and this other cat I’ll call “Uncle” was the only two Original men working there. I got the job on a walk in, asked for the manager and expressed my search for employment... The manager said he knew he wanted me there as soon as I came in, he could sense something about me. ”Uncle” was from out there in the county and got the job because he had worked there previously and had a rapport with the manager (Colored Man from West VA, with the all American good Ol boy mentality)...So, dig it, like any true and living, I build regardless to where I’m at. So, I would be dropping info on “Uncle” whenever we worked together, hoping to spark some thirst to “found” himself. He was on some “hip hop sh*t” and didn’t really internalize what I was borning to him outside of “Wu Tang” talk like that. The knowledge helped me, so I always strive to prescribe it to others whom I think it may help as well. So, after being around me for sometime the manager would tell me how “ He liked me a lot and digs how I got my sh*t together and hears how I talk and why don’t I teach the other cat some of the stuff that I know.” Now, this f**ked me up, the devil asking for God’s power to be shown forth (Understanding Build/Destroy ).Little did he know, I had been dropping jewels on “Uncle” the whole time, but “the devil planted fear in him when he was a little boy”.. He just wouldn’t absorb it, we would rather eat mushrooms with these half a$$ white boys from the area, who thought rockin FUBU made you official. (NOTE: ain’t nothing worse than a suburban kid tryna be ghetto)...So after the manager came with that, I went even harder at “Uncle”, told him stop runnin up behind these saltines, boot licking and letting them crack racial jokes at his expense. I told him they didn’t respect him for being no flunky and that he should do more to stand up as a man. Don’t you know this n***a went back and told them everything I said??!!!..That’s not even the worst part, the worst part is I’m thinking this n***a snitched on me, now I might get canned, nope..The devil manager came to me AGAIN and asked “Yo, Tiz, what’s up with your boy?…I thought you were gonna school him?.Why he don’t know the stuff you know? You need to pull his coat.” I just shook my head. This experience taught me a lot of different things. One, don’t answer a question that nobody asked. I presented info to “Uncle” that he was not interested in whatsoever. If a person has a question, they’ll ask it. If you have the answer, provide it. If they ask another question, repeat the steps. Don’t just open the whole book, when they just wanna know the author... I also learned the respect between enemies. The devil in there knew my stance on life, on him and on society and he respected it. Granted, his view was the complete opposite, however the logic is you’re supposed to love your people as much as I love mine. This is why they could come and do trading among us and we would not kill them as quick...On the other hand he did NOT respect “Uncle” at all...He would call him “Negro” and crack jokes about screwing his Mom and the whole twelve. Now, this relationship was most likely established before I was even in the picture. Either way, it wasn’t peace. “Uncle” did not talk his own language at all, yet the devil recognized his language when “his own self” didn’t. Crazy, right? Uncle...