Page 41 - Fuck the Matrix The Removal of Any Black Man´s Confusion

Any Black man that is honest will have a story or two to tell about being made to
feel worthless. And even when he got to a point of confidence, he probably felt
like he didn’t deserve what he was getting. He may attribute his success to luck
and eventually feel that he is no greater than his competitor or oppressor.

Sometimes, we are just too hard on ourselves and create goals that are
unachievable in order to justify our failures. Again, we have been fed so many
lives about who we are that we allow the creators of said lies to determine how
we are to conduct ourselves.

For about 5 months my car was being targeted by low-level thieves. You know,
the kind that sleep on the street, ball up in plastic to stay warm and shit in
buckets. One guy approached me and told me he could keep my car safe.
However, I refused to pay because I wanted to know who was collecting money
from the other cars on the streets. Why was my car so important?

Once my mirrors disappeared I decided to have an alarm system installed. Yet,
the guy washing my car each week figured out how to rob me without tripping
the alarm. Late one Wednesday night, he took me for everything in the car. So, I
had the alarm adjusted for more sensivity. Therefore, It really bothered my
neighbors at night when loud cars and motorcycles caused it to sound.
Unfortunately, no one had seen anything until the guy robbed their cars.

About a week later I saw the guy whom I had paid, fed and clothed over the last 5
months and questioned him about my car. Perhaps, my feeble approach was too
humiliating because the guy saw no wrong in robbing me. Besides, as he
reminded me, I should not have left anything in the car. At that moment, my
body released a combination of punches that twisted his face so far to the rear
that I thought I had broken his neck. When he moved, I decided to let him know
there was more. He begged me not to hit him, again.

Word spread quickly that the Cuban doctor was not afraid to fight and was not
the typical nerd that people believed me to be. I had wasted so much time trying
to be nice and sociable. And that was a mistake! It was far better to be feared
than loved.

So, if a woman clutches her purse, fuck her -I don’t need (involuntarily) to see the
problems she is hiding in her purse. I routinely laugh at such stupidity. And if a
person decides to move away from me in an elevator, it is cool because I don’t
want to smell their musty ass anyway.