NEGRO POETRY TRANSLATED FOR WHITES - SERIES - NO. 1 "Armed and Dangerous" by King Von

I would like to introduce you to my criminal friends. 

The police are always watching me or trying to find out where I am located. 

I don’t understand why they do that. 

I am irritated every day they are watching me. 

The police are always watching me or trying to find out where I am located. 

You should be warned I am armed and dangerous because I carry a pistol. 

I would never use it to hurt anyone, I have it for self defense in case another criminal tries to attack me. It is because I have committed murder that other rappers don’t mention me in their songs.

The things I have done are so bad they can truly be called tragedies and massacres with heavy casualties. 

I can’t even remember all the harm I’ve done, but my victims do. 

I can warm up the cold winter months with just the heat from my gun barrel. 

It’s like a Halloween celebration when black people die at my hands. 

I know of least two people who died in short succession, but this is normal for me. 

If you get caught committing crimes I ordered you to, I will not bail you out.

 If you try to give information on me to work out a plea deal, I will deny I ever knew you. 

If I miss shooting you the first time, I will not hesitate to try again. 

We know of no other code of law than that of the jungle. 

One of my family, I think he was my dad, died two days before my seventeenth birthday. 

At one point in my life, I was facing a long prison sentence for armed robbery, and I had trouble understanding what my lawyer was telling me.

My younger brother is also a criminal, but he’s not as good at it as I am yet. 

My uncle has a chronic cough from smoking crack for years. It’s because the crack wouldn’t leave him alone. 

He had to live with my grandmother, and I remember our late-night conversations fondly. 

But my uncle died while I was in prison. Isn’t that sad? 

Here is one more criminal episode you should know about. 

Actually, there was one rapper who mentioned me in his songs. 

That is crazy because he does not have enough men in his gang to fight me successfully. 

We went to his house and shot it up with smoothly performing guns. 

We scared his mother and that was funny to us. 

That’s what happens in the way of life we have chosen, we live by the law of the jungle. 

That guy who insulted me really made a terrible mistake. 

I am not actually related to this person, but if I was, it would be the first time I acknowledged myself as anyone’s Father.

A Day in the Life at the Harris County Criminal Justice Center

 

We can see the fruits of equality down at the Harris County Criminal Courthouse, where no matter your status as attorney, witness, accused, or victim, no matter your race, no matter your sex, all are treated alike as criminals. 

They set it up to make you know “They” are in charge from the beginning.  There’s a guy yelling about Jesus handing out religious literature and next to him a guy yelling about COVID handing you a mask.  I’m not superstitious, so I take neither. 

Then the imperious black security mama is yelling at everybody in the line the same old shit about what clothes to take off and how they’re gonna smell your shoes for bombs.  Sniff my leather belt, Aunt Jemima!  Oh yeah, good girl. Good thing she checked my ankles while my pants were down, if it wasn’t for that I’d be keeping my combat knife there just in case negotiations with the prosecutor broke down.

GIT' YO' MASK ON, WHITEY

Speaking of proctology, I did have to take a surgical mask after all.  They do care if they can see your mouth, because that means they can actually hear the attorney talking, something Court staff never do if they can help it.  But if a brother doesn’t want to pull his pants up over his ass, that’s a form of expression worth protecting.  That’s a personal choice.  One dude lifted up his shirt so the Mammy could look for grenades.  Lord Jesus, we could see nearly the entire moon shining and there wasn’t even a filter of underwear to conceal his bare black ass.  

Me and a few other lobbyists bonded briefly over this moment and I asked an open question to the lobby “Anyone here been to the Grand Canyon? Well, you just seen it.”  That was probably the high point for me and I know it was for all who heard.

You wonder why black people complain about the Court system when they are the ones who are making it completely distasteful.  The only “poleez brutalidee” I expect is from the giant ape with a gun who tells a misdemeanant to move seats because he is making the Supreme Lord Bailiff “nervous” because his required face covering is in fact a balaclava.  Here’s a hot idea: how about you don’t require accused criminals show up to court looking like a bank robbery in progress! That would mean we’d have to tell the truth about how masks are bullshit.

The truth about masks are that it’s just another tool of control that the CJC building is the epitome of.  It’s narrow aisles and walls impose upon you and suffocate you before you ever crowd yourself into the courtroom.  No one knows where to go, know one knows what to do.  And when you are told what to do, it’s from a uniformed black abusing the little authority we have been forced as a society to give him.

Why do decent people have to suffer through this?  Maybe the magistrate judges should be a little less worried about stupid masks and get back to accusing indigent defendants of being welfare cheats.  It’s time the uneducated drones understand they don’t run the Courtroom.  Stop lording your authority over everybody, and just keep your head down and do your job.  We’ll call you when there’s a bullet to jump in front of, but short of that, the adults are talking so stfu.

And they if they don’t start talking to litigants and attorneys with some courtesy and respect, I think they’re gonna regret it cause people are gonna stop taking this shit.  The security at the courthouse is on the thinnest of margins.  A full uprising by the litigants in one court could subdue the whole staff before the swat team could react.  Long enough to do something that’ll make the next Court staff think twice before yielding to the temptation to mouth off to a bunch of toughs gathered in one place.   

Judge Jeff Williams, Justice of the Peace, Precinct 5, Place 2

 The first thing this Judge wants you know about himself is the first thing I want you to know too.  He collects over $6,000,000.00 in annual revenues in what is probably the busiest court in Texas in terms of sheer number of cases. From the official website:  

Judge Jeffwee Brags About Stealing Thirty Shekels of Silver 

Funny how this prosecutor in a robe says the quiet part out loud.  But he wouldn't have to tell you that he is running a State-sponsored collection agency for you to know it. You expect this from small-town Texas, where the starving residents attempt to eke out an existence not from their own trade and industry, but from the traveler sojourning through their forlorn, shuttered, and overpriced main street.  

This Judge is aggressive about collections, more than any small town Texas judge.  So aggressive in fact, he teaches his staff to lie for him and cut corners.  Innocent people who are ignorant of the law and their rights are constantly given misdirection and bad advice by Court staff.  

I caught this "honorable" Judge tampering with documents in a case in order to make a judgment look legitimate when it was fraudulent.  He back-dated a judgment of conviction in a traffic case over a year back from the actual day he signed it, in order to cut off any chance of appeal based on the 10 day deadline.  God knows how many other people he has done this to.  I caught him and he blamed it on a scapegoat staff member "who no longer works" there.  Bullshit.  It's still your signature on the document, Jeff! Judge Jeffrey pressures his staff to collect for him.  When they do bad things because he tells them to, he covers it up.  Anyone who wants proof of this can email for the documents at the harriscountyjudgewatch@gmail.com and I will send them to you in a form redacted of case-specific information. 

Read about his brutal handling of eviction cases in these articles, where these articles describe nothing short of antic hysterical behavior on the part of this judge when anyone has anything to say on their own behalf.  He finds it a personal insult that anyone insisted he follow the CDC eviction moratorium during the time that it was in effect.  He threatened tenants with contempt just for trying to tell their side of the story, and they're not exaggerating in the least how unprofessional and rude this Judge is.  He is constantly yelling at people and threating them with fines and contempt.  

https://www.houstonpublicmedia.org/articles/news/in-depth/2021/08/30/407237/after-their-landlord-rejected-rent-relief-money-houston-parents-are-evicted-and-separated-from-their-toddler/

https://www.houstonpublicmedia.org/articles/news/houston/2021/02/24/392145/houston-area-judges-are-evicting-renters-who-could-be-protected-under-federal-order/

Last known picture of Jeff Williams before his attempted suicide.  Found hanging in his office, the bailiff cut him down from the rafter and after an appropriate time for reflection and recovery, Judge Williams was able to re-take the bench about five minutes later. 

Someone even suggesting this Judge follow the law sends him into furious rage.  His cheeks billow in and out as he attempts to breathe and makes a sound like a wild boar depredating a root vegetable garden.  When you begin to argue your case against the state, he takes it personally as if you were depriving his children of food.  When you even whisper a threat against his money, he bangs the gavel wildly around.  He honestly tries to hit the wooden little round thing on his desk, but he actually dents up his own desk with his inaccurate swings.   He disrespects everyone who comes into contact with his Court as nothing but common criminals who should empty their pockets to a nagging nanny with his grasping hand outstretched for money they worked for and he didn't.  If you have dignity to resist his disrespect, he blusters into a climax of green-eyed rage. He stands with his gavel and waves it around in a bizarre ritual snake dance.

Tell this Judge Roy Bean wanna-be that you know of him and his lies.  I don't know what this guy had to do to become an eagle scout, but someone should have told this dude that no other boy had to go in the vault toilet at the remote forested campsite alone with the scoutmaster to earn that merit badge.  It was just you, Jeff.

It's time to grow up and start taking some accountability yourself for third degree Felony tampering with a governmental record rather than spending your time bitching about the evils of driving without car insurance, which according to you is unpaid-for scratches and dents.  Especially if it's your car.

Fuck this liar.  I hope he inhales carbon monoxide from his own soviet-style gas van in this petty third world communist dictatorship kangaroo crackhead court.

Lying Women Bureaucrats

Ever notice how the women who work in any office are willing to lie for their superior (usually a man)?  It's really annoying how persistent this phenomenon is.  From legal secretaries to clerks for judges, these office bitches are so inconsiderate of their own dignity they are willing to lie just because they think it secures their paycheck for another week and their pension another year.  Time for judges to be able to fire these blood-sucking bureaucrats.  One less pension to pay.  

Office flunkies are ignorant of any type of loyalty except that which must be paid to the almighty dollar, truth be damned.  Office flunkies tell the attorney is on vacation til next week, the next office flunkie you talk to says he'll be in this afternoon.  They instinctively lie because even when their boss hasn't done anything wrong, they don't know he hasn't.  They just assume he has and cover his ass.

The honest man is not happy with a naked scramble for comfort and resources.  Some people are not willing to do certain things that are immoral just for a profit, and it is the duty and right of honest men to see these liars punished as far as it is in our power.  

Hon. Elmer Fudd, JP 2, Grimes County

 If you get lost wandering where the banjo music is coming from, you may end up here at Justice of the Peace Precinct 2, Grimes County.  They don't want you to find it, because there's no signs telling you this judge is sitting in the building where the jail also is.

So much for open courts.  They have to buzz you in.  And the Judge holds hearings in secret in his chambers.  How are members of the public supposed to be able to see what's going on?  

Elmer Fudd doesn't care.  Look at him in this pretentious smoking jacket.  Yes, smoking jacket.  Apparently this expensive garment is no concern to a man on a JP salary in a rural butt fuck county.  

Speaking of that, you don't have to get all the way into the jail for a good fuckin' in the butt, cause this guy will give it to you if you have a case.  He must've spent all his time studying up cigars instead of law.  I tell people we have judges in Texas with no law degree, they think I'm joking.  Does this look like a joke?

Elmer Fudd flanked by some confused deer he shot while hunting wabbits.

White People: Wake up and Fight

 Aren't we all tired of being censored from speaking our mind about other races?  The white man must endure all kinds of criticism, and when he has the temerity to respond, he is silenced by those who own the platforms that have the widest readership.  

As if black people and other racial minorities (yet) can't stand up for themselves.  As if the negroes cannot muster the words to protect their own race from criticism.  No, silence their opponents is all the confidence in their convictions they care to demonstrate.  

The hypocrisy of the black race is censorship, as is the hypocrisy of white savior antifa.  I can think of nothing more associated to the Nazis of Germany and nothing more inimical to the Anglo-Saxon created right to free speech than censorship.

These censors are truly cowards for they lack the courage of not only their own convictions, but they lack the convictions that are required of true and decent citizens of this Republic.  

The fact these censors, black and white, are natural cowards shows why they can and must be opposed.  At every turn.

White man, and especially White woman: You look into your personal life and tell me there isn't constant affront and insult to our way of life.  Black people take up the air space on the roads by playing their vicious rap music so that everyone must listen and have their peace disturbed.  

In the post office, in the movie theatre, in the restaurant, they and their children are always shouting, playing videos and music on their phone out loud because everyone else observes silent phone etiquette.  They take the longest in line with their complaining.  

White people can't go to movies and enjoy it because black people talk to the movie.  White people can't go to the swimming pool because black people are taking up the space as if no else was there. They slowly walk six abreast and block the way of those whose time is more limited.  They dawdle in the store aisles blocking the way, they shout their embarrassing personal life over their public speakerphone call. They can't figure out how to use the ATM when I'm the next car.  It would've saved them and me time I'd a gone first.  

On buses and public transportation, their behavior is a dreaded nightmare each time you step on.  As was said "respectable white people and white women especially are subjected to every species of affront and insult, which they cannot resent without risk of being drawn into a dispute in which no decent person cares to be involved.  The negroes realize this and it emboldens them still further."

No more emboldenment of minorities to ruin our white spaces.  They must learn to live as we do.  Some Mexican piece of shit actually allowed his two year old to watch a video on his tablet as the curtain rose on my daughter's six grade play. Everyone sighed and wished the mexicans wouldn't do that, but I stood up and told him to turn it off.  He refused and I called him a bitch in front of his wife and two year old.  He stood up and sat back down.  He had to turn it off.  Every white person was grateful to watch in peace.  

This is what we do.  We stop taking insults from niggers and spics, and let them know there are consequences for talking back to the white man.  Stand up and tell those sumbitches what's what.  And have a plan to whup their ass or go down swinging.  If every white man does this the harassment will stop and we can all live in peace.  Make those niggers think twice before they open their baboon mouth.

Why Black Lies Matter

 

 I walked down the sidewalk on a typically hot Texas summer day. We all know the sidewalk is intersected by a street every block in your average neighborhood, and this was your average neighborhood.  Average for many reasons, including for the fact many blacks live here in peace,  including the one who was riding down the sidewalk on his bike.  Now I was walking in his direction and he was riding in my direction on the sidewalk, and we were separated only by the street which interposed perpendicularly between us. 

In the street a car was idling at the stop sign.  I saw the driver was staring down at her phone, probably pulling up directions.  It occurred to me that she might be so preoccupied with her directions that she might start pulling out into the intersection before looking up again.  So
I crossed with a wide berth behind her vehicle. 

Now the black rider saw something different.  Instead of seeing the driver, he saw me.  He saw me going out of my way to avoid something.  He thought that something was him.  Of course I mind my business when out, so he initiated contact by yelling “Yeah! Go all the way around the black man!” 

As he said this he rode into street at the same time the car pulled out, just as I had feared would happen.  I yelled back “look out!” but it was too late.  The driver pulled out and tossed the rider from his bike.

He struck his head on the pavement and it opened a fountain through the freakishly large gash.  I rushed to his side and tore off every article of clothing decency could allow to cushion, comfort, and stanch the rush of blood. As we waited for the ambulance, he told me something I’ll never forget. 

“All my life I have looked for white racism everywhere I have gone.  Now that today has come, my life will end because of it.  I regret that I looked for racism instead of the threat which was really confronting me.  Don’t let my death be a waste too.  Tell my people that the lies we tell our children are killing us.  Tell them Black Lies Matter.”

 

That boy died out there on the street that day.  While he may be gone, the lesson isn’t. 

 

Seeing white racism where it doesn’t exist is not just innocent fun, it has deadly consequences.