Interracial Kissing...

Of Spokes and Spiders...
The other day I was telling some children why the Internet is called the web; literally an image of a spider’s house. A maze of lines each connected to the other.

So tonight I am checking out stuff on You Tube. I am looking at South Africa’s new hot video guy Khaya. He is asking “Should African Americans Call Themselves African Americans…” and this discussion is expanding …I listen to Alphacat (an African American) explaining the history of this term and he asks if there are Irish Americans and Italian Americans why not African Americans?
Anyway.
While wallowing in these clips, a couple of video widgets pile up on the side bar amongst them Oprah Winfrey’s “70% of African American women are single.”
This is You Tube style, the new face of television and telecasting. Gives you instant links related to what you are watching; meandering instantly and continuously, like a spider’s web.

I click on that and there are even hotter debates.
While on it another link crops up on the side bar and a white guy is explaining in a four minute shoot: “Why black women are great choices.” Like most You Tube video casters he has a nick name: Wm1with1bw4life…
As I watch his clip several more slither in.
I click: “Interracial Kissing.”
A black bloke is kissing a white woman with red hair. It is about 2 minutes long, quite intense kissing and you got to be to over 18 to check this. It was posted 4 months ago and has so far attracted 484 comments.
I go through the comments and I am confronted by the most horrific views. Opinions that mirror the human crisis. Because of the vile nature of the comments, the writers, use fake names. It is impossible to neither list all comments nor write all without a slight editing; but chief, is the contrasting nature of the views. Each thought stimulates a reply and with that like a true net (and spikes and spokes) a chain of more replies. Proving one reality. Racial tension and racial disharmony is always lurking in the shadows.
What interests me is how this simple “Interracial Kissing” clip has created such deep rooted sexual and racial prejudice and feelings. And the way these thoughts build up in four months proves these issues shall keep on mushrooming as long as this clip is on air.

“They should be shot and thrown in the river.”
“Damn. She has got a nice tongue.”
“Long tongue.”
“Fucking whore and fucking nigger.” (In Capital letters).
“I love to see a hot white girl with a black man; wish I could see what they do next.”
“This is disgusting”
“How old are you?”
“Her father would be proud.”
“Where can I find women with a tongue like that?”
“It’s so wonderful couple.”
“White power. Burn in hell, nigger lover. Your time will come when the white man regains control of North America. You will be first in line to be executed.”(This has Swastika signs too).

“Whatever is your power when your daughters are sleeping with our sons…?”
“Why are white people always talking about “we are loosing the country ...” if you are loosing who the fuck is winning? It sure ain’t us.”
“You are a nigger, so you will never understand …when my girlfriend says blacks smell she means “it’s kind of like when you go to the zoo…”
“Ten blacks broke into a house and raped a woman while forcing 12 years son to participate. I can list 100 more events.”
“Shut up fucking racist with micro dicks. I am dating black men and they are much better.”
“This is hot; she is probably not even white, maybe Hispanic, or Puerto Rican who knows.”
“No respectable white woman will lower herself like that. Kissing a black person is like sticking your tongue down a dog’s asshole.”
“He doesn’t seem to enjoy it…his eyes are partially open…might be gay.”
“I am really curious about black guys. My friends sneak to be with black guys and afterward they would sneak back to their white boyfriends. One friend told me she didn’t think she would ever get back to her normal tone because she thought her vagina was stretched to the max…”
“All the people that gave bad comments on this are white men that are jealous. What is interracial kissing anyway? What is the big deal? Kissing is kissing. Why this video? They did nothing special.”

AND SO ON AND SO FORTH.

Time for Bloggers to Help fight Internet Hoaxers...

There is this sad story of a chap who died recently.
In his last years he was a walking dustbin. He was picking stuff from litter, sleeping rough and mumbling to himself. A sorry sight. Prior to this deterioration I had met him a couple of times and he always showed me cuttings from international lottery brochures. They included photographs of ordinary men and women who previously poor were now wealthy so and so’s …spending holidays in huge private ships in the Caribbean, St. Lopez and Rio, like our celebrity stars and idols.
I will call him Mangi, which means Chief, in my native language, Kichagga.
Mangi thought he was a king in waiting, in other words he dreamt, walked, danced, jived and lived The Dream. It began in the mid-1990’s when he received through his letter box (in the days that spam tumbled through the door, nowadays called junk mail) Lottery letters from Hong Kong and Australia. All he had to pay was a mere Ten pounds to win 30 thousand million Dollars, tax free. Who wouldn’t want that kind of money? Even monks and the extremely religious would love it and hand it to charity. US$ 30,000,000 Tax free?
And how did I first meet Mangi?

The gorgeous, attractive wife of Mangi was sleeping with a friend of mine, who does not live in London anymore (in case you were wondering), and by the time Mangi was Sectioned and a spent case, they would openly attend functions as any other normal couple. She had given up hope with Mangi because ( he was past listening) and was spending all the money on the Australian and Hong Kong lottery; they were not even sleeping together, and she desperately wanted children and she was young and she was desperate and his ear was only glued to the lottery, the lottery, The Lottery…
In between these chimes and bells my pal introduced me to Mangi.
I was the instant friend.
“They think I am going crazy…” He confided.
“The world is so unfair, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is Freddy; they don’t believe in trying, in dreaming in winning.”( I was wondering who were They, but didn’t dare ask. Jittery folks are extra sensitive)
“Have you won anything, yet?”
He spread the sheets on the table. Lottery brochures. Many photographs of previous and current winners. Loads.
“Which one is yours?”
He sighed; tightened his lips “My time will come…”
“When?”
“Don’t doubt me Freddy. We will soon be eating with Bill Clinton (those were the pre-Bush years, before September Eleven), rocking to Mick Jagger and the Spice Girls.”
(We? Was I suddenly a Mangi too?)
As he bling bling blinged and blung blung blunged, his wife and the man who was shagging her behind his sorry ass made faces; it is still pitiful, painful panorama, recalling a decade later.
Of course Mangi the Chief never won anything and as times rolled by he wallowed further, diving deeper into the misfortune of paying, sinking into this dreadful international lottery scam.
Today these hoax lottery cons have penetrated the digital technology and as you all know it is getting more and more ferocious. It has meandered through well written spam emails telling stories about deposed world wide leaders. It sucks into topical tragedies and uses these sad events, to beg and exploit our conscience.
“Don’t share this secret with anyone, I only need your bank account to hide this money…”
Utter yak.
We all know these emails. Extending further than during the days of the late Mangi, back in 1997. Yahoo Mail winners, Spanish lottery, Amsterdam what not, Burkina Faso, Ghana, Nigeria…the desk of Ahmed Bello, the sister of former Ivory Coast Minister…Halleluyah!
The hoax letters are so ridiculous in their promises (that) it is an insult to our intelligence. The point is while those living in rich countries do not believe in this hype, it is the vulnerable poor from underdeveloped societies who are starting to believe in this ONGOING shit. I receive desperate emails (all the time). The other day a young Tanzanian student accused his uncle and parents of not helping him with a small loan to secure his sudden win.
“I have told them to just lend me 50,000 Tanzanian shillings; that I will repay them soon. What is 50 thousand shillings in front of 30 million Dollars?”
The poor boy believed he could liberate himself paying the inflation rigged East African Shilingi to win the American Dream. When Anne Lennox was singing about sweet dreams in the 1980’s she meant a Fighter's dream not this gangster led sour dreams.
I think it is time bloggers went on the case of this emotional blackmailing. This internet racket is exploiting the feelings of the poor and the vulnerable. Let us all help stop it.