BEYONCE Knowles goes BLACK PANTHER at Super-Bowl 1/2Time

[jakaswanga]

BEYONCE KNOWLES GOES BLACK PANTHER AT SUPER BOWL 1/2TIME

--Waawu!
But was it but the old trade of peddling the shapeliest of black butts to the white establishment? the old badger game of black pimps fallen on hard times? and white folks on a night out having a bash at the colour bar?

I state my take.

Well, as far as i am concerned, it means the superstar from the Knowles stable is internally wrestling with her identity and public personality, a birthpang or that thing snakes do when they shed skin, and, further, in the light of the historical struggles of her people and her country, giving us glimpse of the storm.

This coming out is no small matter in commercial terms in America. There were days MTV would not show even a cross-over like Whacko Jacko --advertisers freaked out! Too black and radical. ---- (Actually he was disturbingly androgyne though his crotch-scratching antics and viciously shivering pelvis punctuated with his maniacal curl of lips, rated positively satanic to the custodians of good taste.)



Of course they misunderstood America. MJ was pure passion on stage. He was a vision, a cultural apparition of the future. (it is possible to theorise his devastating cross race popularity foreshadowed the election of Barrack Obama)

On the other side, doing drugs –--escaping into drunken utopia, has historically been easier for black artists than politically risky shows. Smooth-crooning Motown got it pretty early. No black and proud stuff. No unsettling displays of black masculinity, just reassuring fgts as the derogatory dismissal then went). This enforced pathology of artistic emasculation is why only a few names stick out on the unashamedly black pantheon of artists –--Nina Simone, James Brown and such. Therefore ....

.. Beyonce definitely took a public risk. (I already heard a rumour Google and Apple showed reserve! this reminds me of some American sports manufacturers who refused to contract Serena Williams even as she was the undisputed all American girl of sports, totally dominant and on top of her game for that period in time: black mean and a nasty biatch they said! incompatible with the profile of our target market sector. Read: confident, white-thrashing and unashamedly black.) In deed some of the criticism already levelled at Beyonce in the wake of her Superbowl show, like by such republicans as Rudi Giulliani, prove she has stirred a pot of wasps. Black panther on a separate opinion were a nasty lot, home-bred terrorists. Honking to them in whatever fashion is still an unamerican activity.

But art will be art, and so the Goebbels pistol on the ready.

Beyonce may well have instinctively hit a new goldline in the subterranean labyrinths of a declining USA caught in the vortex of transition. She was persuasive and thrilling to the majority, she was a robust, slick mixture of robust female sexuality and liberation politics. The star is the woman. Sex the intoxicant. But like a bath pang, there is more in there, the volcano merely coughing. No man nor female can deny the sexual charge of her hysterically vibrating bottom, no creature can deny the intense eroticism of her dance poses, and no cultural critique can be blind to the black leather which, don't forget, is a message from the underworld of Sado-Masochist sex in America. It is a special chapter, the indulgences of white slave owners on black women through the centuries. Both legit and illegitimate fantasies are on show here thus. This is a super bowl every citizen can drink from to the quench, and therapy too. Then there was just the sheer beauty, elegance and heart-wrecking agility of the black women on show. There was/is no point reminding Black is beautiful. Beauty pageants in Whiteland historically never won by black women could run but not hide. These are women, these are the real deal, they would wring the sh!t out of any d!ckhead who joked! they are super hot and super sexy, and even God stopped whatever he was busy with in High heaven, to take a peak at his awesome works of creation. these are not dolls like the blakies preferred by pageants as role models.

BLACK IN BLACK.


Tommie Smith (centre) and John Carlos raise fists for Black Power in 1968, MEXICO olympics

That gloved black-power salute-hands raised aloft in Gold and Bronze takes, was also a lot of cocky politics. These were horsemen telling female white America where to go for their naked kicks. The backlash on the two would be Erinye-like, thinking of Greek dramas involving broken taboos. Power based on racial hierarchy does not appreciate such ridicule from virile lusty males. But cheek and whip from love goddesses? Hmmm.

But black panthers are no more. What remains is the folklore of BlackPower and the anecdotes of a heroic age of violent resistance. In some of America's worst prisons are vaults wherein hidden are the trophies of the FBI hunt. Dying in old age, under medical neglect or mad after decades of solitary confinement, the remnants of the blacks who went the full distance of resistance in those heady days do the rest of their coloured time. Some of course are innocent,having been framed by the police. No matter. This reality was/is of course too hot for beyonce to touch in her carnavalesque bimbo hot-pants show!

But wait a moment. What do I know!?

(Hey, Luo boy! What greater archive do you know
than the tales of our people!? –---Okot P'Bitek)

As a reprieve from the rituals of war, part time studying dance as a cultural expression of the inexpressible deep in the Congo, I came across many 'death dances', talking dances in dialogue with talking drums. (like a name can be a story of identity and history, a code of info if one bothers to go after the story! And occasionally there was nothing to do in the battlefield except go after stories. Three days of heavy tropical downpour and the water, and snakes and extinct creatures you never heard of, are a greater danger to your life than the enemy soldier. Both of you are running up mountains from man-crushing pythons suddenly mobile and agile in rising water!)

SO A BIT OF FOLKLORE



And on its way to commercialisation: Sobanza Mimanisa - "Kiwembo" (Congotronics 2)



(if you can wrestle your attention away from the butt-works, please note the fingerings on the mbira, or african handpiano.



WHY? When Ferry Gola, Werrason Wenge or Koffi Olomide is in town next time, you will notice the guitarists have gone to school.



and for example

FLAMME KAPAYA



loves to indulge the demons.

It takes a lot of experimentation and development to reach the perfection of pop easy-swallow of Kapaya, Mavatiku (TPOK), Soki Vangu (Bella Bella), Mombasa (lipua Lipua), Dally Kimoko and Diblo Dibala, back and forth, and forth and back. Now, in the Sobanza Mimanisa clip, the fingers you watch are a research lab. That is what is fascinating the crowd outside. –--But that is a by-the way, and a story for another day. I am just warning off the men from spending all their attention on those butts rioting on stage, super bowling. Do try to plot them against the verses of Stokely Carmichael.



Back to Texan babe Beyonce at super bowl 2016.

I am ready to think such traditions as 'death dances' and 'silent grave talk' as i experienced in the Congo, successfully crossed the oceans centuries ago with those ships of human cargo, and years later, multiple centuries later, something in that frenzied dance of the Beyonce troupe, expressively touches on the lives of mad, old and forgotten jailbirds of the struggle, old warriors of the Black Panther movement, some wasted away in the torture of solitary confinement for close to half a century. (–--some of course innocent, having been framed by the FBI during that war on black terror! But without their sacrifice, no Barrack Obama as first Afro-American president of course!)

How is that for a thought! And then, imagine the idea of Barrack Obama pardoning a jailed, dying black panther convicted long ago on flimsy evidence! You catch!? Dance i said, dance! Feel the love!)

Dance! Beyonce dance! Dance girl! Dance!
For some things not even poets dare speak!

Mandela's quarter century at polsmoor was paradise!

INSTITUTIONALISED, GOVT-SPONSORED SODOMISATION OF POLITICAL PRISONERS.

It also offers graphic details that the U.S. government has hidden from view in the pretrial hearings of six captives it seeks to execute — about the sexual torture and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder of the alleged USS Cole bomber and why a sickly looking accused 9/11 conspirator sits on a pillow at court proceedings.
–---
In the instance of Nashiri, a footnote in the report says, his “rectal feeding” was carried out in a secret site a month after he was taken away from Guantánamo.
“They weren’t rehydrating him,” says Mizer of Nashiri’s tube insertion, which was described as administered on a table with his feet raised higher than his head. “He was being punished for being on a short-lived hunger strike.”

Read more here: www.miamiherald.com/news/nation-world/world/americas/guantanamo/article4434603.html#storylink=cpy

Sodom and Gomorha? punished by being rectally fed!

I said dance, Beyonce dance, dance us the thoughts of the men who fought for their faiths and lands, but whose fates we know not! Dance us the nappies they must now ever wear to the grave, their bottoms ever leaking after robust adventures with the land of the free.






MOVING



I love cultural controversies. They are a bit like the economy is coded at the stock exchange. If one knows how to read the stocks, one can see the bubble coming.



One day a guide tricked me in Kinshasha. We went to a place where you could pay and ask for a dance show. That is how the women and their men in the toupe made an extra dime. I paid and asked for a dance. 'History or urban?' they asked me. 'History,' I said, curious but a bit unsure.

'Is Lumumba okay?' they aked. Yeah, I could hardly hold my face in poker neutrality.

They then gave a five minute dance rendition of the last 10 minutes of Patrice Lumumba's life. (I thought in those five minutes was enough material for a creative writer to author a play or even a film script. But culture is dangerous, they also poked fun at Lumumba in his dying seconds. Kinshasha remembered there was a time he was a very successful beer marketer. Thus he made a good life poisoning the brains of working class Congolese. Now the brain-damaged soldiers did not know how important he was! It was a dark humour which stunned me!)

Who were the founders of the Black Panther movement? How did they end up?

Dance Beyonce dance! FORMATION.

I get ya alright! Urban that is! there was a choreography that went X-formation as in Malcom; then again XXX as in adults only rated!

NB: Did some black actors boycott the latest Oscar ceremony in Hollywood because it is too white? Hmmm.

DEATH CHANTS!

Janelle Monáe & Wondaland Records "Hell You Talmbout" Dance Cover

[jakaswanga]

But black panthers are no more. What remains is the folklore of BlackPower and the anecdotes of a heroic age of violent resistance. In some of America's worst prisons are vaults wherein hidden are the trophies of the FBI hunt. Dying in old age, under medical neglect or mad after decades of solitary confinement, the remnants of the blacks who went the full distance of resistance in those heady days do the rest of their coloured time. Some of course are innocent,having been framed by the police. No matter.

This reality was/is of course too hot for beyonce to touch in her carnavalesque bimbo hot-pants show!

But wait a moment. What do I know!?

(Hey, Luo boy! What greater archive do you know
than the tales of our people!? –---Okot P'Bitek)

Read more: jukwaa.proboards.com/post/new/9471#ixzz40mfAWVZu

THE TRIUMPH OF WILL, THE LAST OF THE ANGOLA THREE IS OUT.



19-02-2016

'I would not let them drive me insane'

–--Albert Woodfox.

Albert Woodfox speaks after 43 years in solitary confinement: FEB 19 2016

Albert Woodfox was released from jail after 43 years in solitary confinement in Louisiana's notorious Angola . He was the US’s longest-standing solitary confinement prisoner. He was kept in a six-by-nine-foot cell almost continuously for those 43 years.



It was a medically supervised torture regime intended to drive him insane, and his fate to deter Black political activism of the radical kind as was the doctrine of the Black Panthers.

The Angola hardcore Panther cell as A special example.



I said move over Rohilala Mandela, you can't touch this, Omwami Ruodha!

Albert Woodfox and two other men became known as the "Angola Three" for their decades-long stays in isolation at the Louisiana Penitentiary at Angola and other prisons.

Officials said they were kept in solitary because their Black Panther Party activism would otherwise rile up inmates at the maximum-security prison farm in Angola.

Their black panther party activism would what!? –-read, would wean the Blacks off cocaine and religion (another opiate) as their chief prison pastime. Those are men to be broken, like Spartacus. They are an idea of liberation. Oppressive power must condemn them to the worst kind of punishments and damnation. Guatanamo Bay camp move over! Here come

The Angola 3.

–Albert Woodfox,
-Robert King,
-Herman Wallace –-the late

STATEMENT FROM George Kendall, attorney with Squire Patton Boggs, LLP:

"Although we are overjoyed that Albert Woodfox is finally free, it is indefensible he was forced to endure decade after decade in harsh solitary confinement conditions, longer than any prisoner in the history of the United States. Albert survived the extreme and cruel punishment of 40 plus years in solitary confinement only because of his extraordinary strength and character. These inhumane practices must stop. We hope the Louisiana Department of Corrections will reform and greatly limit its use of solitary confinement as have an increasing number of jurisdictions around the country." ..

There is a special place in the American prison system for radical black activists. And the one who wont rock the boat can of course be elected POTUS, and sojourn in the White House.

I swear history gives one choices from hell! Take your pick.

NB: THIS phrase you have heard: there is a special place in Hell for women who do not support other women.

That was Mardeleine Albright speaking up for HRC against Bernie Sanders,up North in Iowa.

Madeleine Albright is a former Bill Clinton representative to the UN. And here is some admirable iron in her heart when she defends Clintonian Iraqi infanticide on a NAZI scale.

During his presidency, Bill Clinton presided over the most devastating regime of economic sanctions in history that the UN estimated took the lives of as many as a million Iraqis, the vast majority of them children. In May of 1996, 60 Minutes aired an interview with Madeline Albright, who at the time was Clinton"s UN Ambassador. Correspondent Leslie Stahl said to Albright, "We have heard that a half million children have died. I mean, that"s more children than died in Hiroshima. And — and you know, is the price worth it?"

Madeline Albright replied "I think this is a very hard choice, but the price — we think the price is worth it."

Of prices that are worth it!? It is when man fights for freedom that the worst punishments are concocted.

America does not torture –--Barrack Obama, candidate for POTUS.
'A pity they do not teach American history at Harvard!' –--Noam Chomsky in response. (then a chuckle) 'he is already a cold-blooded liar this early!?'

FROM KUNTA KINTE TO TOBBY, THE PROCESS

Well, they tied him up on a tree, and brought out all the slaves on the plantation to bear witness to what was going to be done to Kunta Kinte for escaping and for refusing to be called Toby, which is the name the slave master gave him. They gave a black slave name James the whip and he beat Kunta Kinte. James was forced to beat him since if James did not do it, James would be whipped. As he whipped Kunte Kinte, the white slave master would stop James at times, and say to Kunta Kinte, 'your name is Toby, what is your name?' Then Kunta would say, 'my name is Kunta Kinte!', then the slave master would signal James to whip him again, and Kunta continue to say my name is Kunte Kinte and they whipped him until he was broken by the brutality, and then he said my name is Toby. He just could not take any more of that whipping, and that is what they did to our people on this slavery plantation for hundreds of years. There are so many of our people who were brutalized just like Kunta Kinte, who was only 17 years of age when he was taked to Maryland USA.

Now that song called Liberation, Beyonce, read me a verse called 43 years alone, with hammers of silence bouncing off skulls hot with thoughts, of freedom.
The songs of freedom is all I ever had. –--Bob Marley.

43 years in solitary to prevent one from contaminating others with radical activism. Ideological Quarantine! Think of the fear which informed that decision.

[Onyango Oloo]

Jakaswanga:


My apologies. I did not see your piece when I posted mine with an almost identical topic.

Onyango Oloo

[jakaswanga]

Feb 26, 2016 14:00:35 GMT 3 Onyango Oloo said:

Jakaswanga:


My apologies. I did not see your piece when I posted mine with an almost identical topic.

Onyango Oloo

What a pleasant surprise Oloo!

I have been dreading the day you will delete the thread, reasoning the figure-hugging, buttock-tight leather gimmicks worn by the Beyonce Troupe, and which I have so painfully documented with rampant concentration, do not further the course of debate on elegant Jukwaa!

Anyway apologies accepted with a very distended cheek. Jukwaa is calmer waters these days and the administrator does not have to fine comb every thread every day, weeding out sh!t-filled mud sticking out from OtishOtish versus Sadiq, Kamalet versus Omwenga, Jakaswanga versus Politicalmaniac, Einstein versus Mwalimumkuu, Mank versus Kathure, Podp versus Foresight, and of course the notoriously incorrigible b6k versus Onyango Oloo himself !

Those were the days, when blood and guts were spilled all over every page of this blog! and the guillotine sang and whined every day! Pray, tell, head-chopper Onyango Oloo, with the guillotine now a museum piece, what new canals have thee developed to assuage your now dormant blood thirst?