I mean how it's ramped up in your face the last couple of years.
It's been fucked for a long long time.
911 was a good wake up for sure.
MONEY.
His estate still has loads of it. Why do you think there's a new movie out - for the GIBS
Even better: Our Top Orators In Action
The 2014 Cross Examination Debate Association's national championship was held at Indiana University. The all African American female team from Towson University defeated the all African American male team from the University of Oklahoma.
Though this may be a first for African American women, it is not a real win for women or African Americans, but a loss for collegiate debate specifically and America in general.
Tupac spoke the truth and was on a path to empower Blacks. A true leader.
http://www.waxpoetics.com/blog/news/music-industry-confession/
We love a good conspiracy theory. But even the ones that ring true can’t always be trusted. But then again, our entire global history is rife with real conspiracies, not just theories.
Wax Poetics, along with many other good people in the music and publishing industry, received this email today from an anonymous source claiming to be a former insider. We have chosen to post this for our audience to read, but we neither support nor argue against the claims of Mr. “John Smith.”
Hello,
After more than 20 years, I’ve finally decided to tell the world what I witnessed in 1991, which I believe was one of the biggest turning point in popular music, and ultimately American society. I have struggled for a long time weighing the pros and cons of making this story public as I was reluctant to implicate the individuals who were present that day.
So I’ve simply decided to leave out names and all the details that may risk my personal well being and that of those who were, like me, dragged into something they weren’t ready for.
Between the late 80’s and early 90’s, I was what you may call a “decision maker” with one of the more established company in the music industry.
I came from Europe in the early 80’s and quickly established myself in the business. The industry was different back then. Since technology and media weren’t accessible to people like they are today, the industry had more control over the public and had the means to influence them anyway it wanted. This may explain why in early 1991, I was invited to attend a closed door meeting with a small group of music business insiders to discuss rap music’s new direction.
Little did I know that we would be asked to participate in one of the most unethical and destructive business practice I’ve ever seen.
The meeting was held at a private residence on the outskirts of Los Angeles. I remember about 25 to 30 people being there, most of them familiar faces.
Speaking to those I knew, we joked about the theme of the meeting as many of us did not care for rap music and failed to see the purpose of being invited to a private gathering to discuss its future.
Among the attendees was a small group of unfamiliar faces who stayed to themselves and made no attempt to socialize beyond their circle.
Based on their behavior and formal appearances, they didn’t seem to be in our industry.
Our casual chatter was interrupted when we were asked to sign a confidentiality agreement preventing us from publicly discussing the information presented during the meeting.
Needless to say, this intrigued and in some cases disturbed many of us. The agreement was only a page long but very clear on the matter and consequences which stated that violating the terms would result in job termination.
We asked several people what this meeting was about and the reason for such secrecy but couldn’t find anyone who had answers for us. A few people refused to sign and walked out. No one stopped them.
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I was tempted to follow but curiosity got the best of me. A man who was part of the “unfamiliar” group collected the agreements from us.
Quickly after the meeting began, one of my industry colleagues (who shall remain nameless like everyone else) thanked us for attending. He then gave the floor to a man who only introduced himself by first name and gave no further details about his personal background.
I think he was the owner of the residence but it was never confirmed.
He briefly praised all of us for the success we had achieved in our industry and congratulated us for being selected as part of this small group of “decision makers”.
At this point I begin to feel slightly uncomfortable at the strangeness of this gathering. The subject quickly changed as the speaker went on to tell us that the respective companies we represented had invested in a very profitable industry which could become even more rewarding with our active involvement.
He explained that the companies we work for had invested millions into the building of privately owned prisons and that our positions of influence in the music industry would actually impact the profitability of these investments.
I remember many of us in the group immediately looking at each other in confusion. At the time, I didn’t know what a private prison was but I wasn’t the only one. Sure enough, someone asked what these prisons were and what any of this had to do with us.
We were told that these prisons were built by privately owned companies who received funding from the government based on the number of inmates.
The more inmates, the more money the government would pay these prisons. It was also made clear to us that since these prisons are privately owned, as they become publicly traded, we’d be able to buy shares.
Most of us were taken back by this. Again, a couple of people asked what this had to do with us.
At this point, my industry colleague who had first opened the meeting took the floor again and answered our questions.
He told us that since our employers had become silent investors in this prison business, it was now in their interest to make sure that these prisons remained filled.
Our job would be to help make this happen by marketing music which promotes criminal behavior, rap being the music of choice. He assured us that this would be a great situation for us because rap music was becoming an increasingly profitable market for our companies, and as employee, we’d also be able to buy personal stocks in these prisons. Immediately, silence came over the room.
You could have heard a pin drop.
I remember looking around to make sure I wasn’t dreaming and saw half of the people with dropped jaws.
My daze was interrupted when someone shouted, “Is this a f** joke?” At this point things became chaotic. Two of the men who were part of the “unfamiliar” group grabbed the man who shouted out and attempted to remove him from the house.
A few of us, myself included, tried to intervene. One of them pulled out a gun and we all backed off. They separated us from the crowd and all four of us were escorted outside.
My industry colleague who had opened the meeting earlier hurried out to meet us and reminded us that we had signed agreement and would suffer the consequences of speaking about this publicly or even with those who attended the meeting.
I asked him why he was involved with something this corrupt and he replied that it was bigger than the music business and nothing we’d want to challenge without risking consequences.
We all protested and as he walked back into the house I remember word for word the last thing he said, “It’s out of my hands now. Remember you signed an agreement.”
He then closed the door behind him. The men rushed us to our cars and actually watched until we drove off.
A million things were going through my mind as I drove away and I eventually decided to pull over and park on a side street in order to collect my thoughts.
I replayed everything in my mind repeatedly and it all seemed very surreal to me. I was angry with myself for not having taken a more active role in questioning what had been presented to us.
-I’d like to believe the shock of it all is what suspended my better nature. After what seemed like an eternity, I was able to calm myself enough to make it home. I didn’t talk or call anyone that night. The next day back at the office, I was visibly out of it but blamed it on being under the weather. .
No one else in my department had been invited to the meeting and I felt a sense of guilt for not being able to share what I had witnessed. I thought about contacting the 3 others who wear kicked out of the house but I didn’t remember their names and thought that tracking them down would probably bring unwanted attention.
I considered speaking out publicly at the risk of losing my job but I realized I’d probably be jeopardizing more than my job and I wasn’t willing to risk anything happening to my family.
I thought about those men with guns and wondered who they were? I had been told that this was bigger than the music business and all I could do was let my imagination run free.
There were no answers and no one to talk to. I tried to do a little bit of research on private prisons but didn’t uncover anything about the music business’ involvement. However, the information I did find confirmed how dangerous this prison business really was. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months.
Eventually, it was as if the meeting had never taken place. It all seemed surreal. I became more reclusive and stopped going to any industry events unless professionally obligated to do so.
On two occasions, I found myself attending the same function as my former colleague. Both times, our eyes met but nothing more was exchanged.
As the months passed, rap music had definitely changed direction. I was never a fan of it but even I could tell the difference. Rap acts that talked about politics or harmless fun were quickly fading away as gangster rap started dominating the airwaves.
Only a few months had passed since the meeting but I suspect that the ideas presented that day had been successfully implemented. It was as if the order has been given to all major label executives. The music was climbing the charts and most companies when more than happy to capitalize on it.
Each one was churning out their very own gangster rap acts on an assembly line. Everyone bought into it, consumers included. Violence and drug use became a central theme in most rap music. I spoke to a few of my peers in the industry to get their opinions on the new trend but was told repeatedly that it was all about supply and demand.
Sadly many of them even expressed that the music reinforced their prejudice of minorities.
I officially quit the music business in 1993 but my heart had already left months before. I broke ties with the majority of my peers and removed myself from this thing I had once loved.
I took some time off, returned to Europe for a few years, settled out of state, and lived a “quiet” life away from the world of entertainment. As the years passed, I managed to keep my secret, fearful of sharing it with the wrong person but also a little ashamed of not having had the balls to blow the whistle.
But as rap got worse, my guilt grew. Fortunately, in the late 90’s, having the internet as a resource which wasn’t at my disposal in the early days made it easier for me to investigate what is now labeled the prison industrial complex. Now that I have a greater understanding of how private prisons operate, things make much more sense than they ever have.
I see how the criminalization of rap music played a big part in promoting racial stereotypes and misguided so many impressionable young minds into adopting these glorified criminal behaviors which often lead to incarceration.
Twenty years of guilt is a heavy load to carry but the least I can do now is to share my story, hoping that fans of rap music realize how they’ve been used for the past 2 decades. Although I plan on remaining anonymous for obvious reasons, my goal now is to get this information out to as many people as possible. Please help me spread the word.
Hopefully, others who attended the meeting back in 1991 will be inspired by this and tell their own stories. Most importantly, if only one life has been touched by my story, I pray it makes the weight of my guilt a little more tolerable.
Thank you.
It's something you have to do yourself. That's why the call it the red pill.
It's super unhealthy to submit to lies.
I just hate fucking guilt trips!
Stay woke Anons!
It all makes sense when you get both sides and can draw your own conclusions.
We need to relearn our history. It's sad and exciting at the same time.
1.25 Europeans were enslaved by the Islamic empires in the Med / Ottomans / Tripoli between 1500 and 1900. Even after the slaves were freed in the USA there were white slaves in the Caliphates.
The Jews have been running the slave trade since pre roman times. It's just the way it is.
It doesn't mean that other people didn't have slaves, they did. But the history / guilt trip it was just whites is simply not true.
Crack, gangster rap, lock up all the black fathers.
Just stop kicking the blacks in the nuts already.
In 1960 the black families were intact and they had a chance.
Hand up, not a hand out. Welfare state kills.
It was Britain / US / British empire to push for it first.
Look up Tripoli / Barabary Coast pirates. From 1776 to 1810 ish (might be off on date) the US Gov paid massive tribute so these pirate slavers.
They sent the marines in and force a peace treaty. It's not really known as it was a time of weakness (no navy, small army) but it was a turning point.
From the halls of montazuma …
It's crazy when you find out that there were more white slaves in Africa than there were Black slaves in the US!
The Jews who went to Brazil setup massive plantations and imported their 'workers'. Lots of Irish / slave / Scottish in the mix too.
Gold and shekels…
Now you know.
Jewish rap music producer Jerry Heller
By the mid-1980s Jews in the music industry turned their attention toward promoting music from
America's black ghetto subculture known as rap or hip-hop. Prominent among the Jews involved
in producing this style of music was Jerry Heller, whose involvement in the music industry went
back to 1963. After working at Coast Artists, Associated Booking and the Chartwell, he opened
the Heller-Fischel Agency in Beverly Hills, California which grossed $1.9 million during its first
year, $3.7 million the second, $5.8 the third, and over $7 million its fourth year of operation
representing rock stars including The Who, Grand Funk Railroad, Black Sabbath, Humble Pie, and
Black Oak Arkansas, as well as writers at the time, such as Carly Simon, Van Morrison, and Cat
Stevens. He later bought out partner Don Fischel who went on to package independent TV
productions. In the 1980s, Heller began managing acts on the nascent Los Angeles hip-hop scene,
many of whom recorded for the now defunct Macola Records in Hollywood. He managed both
C.I.A. (which Ice Cube was a member of), and the World Class Wreckin' Cru, which included Dr.
Dre and DJ Yella. On March 3, 1987, he met Compton, California rapper Eazy-E, and the two
became co-founders of Ruthless Records. Under the direction of Heller and Eazy, Ruthless
Records had six platinum releases in three years: Supersonic (J. J. Fad), Eazy-Duz-It (Eazy-E),
Straight Outta Compton (N.W.A), No One Can Do It Better (The D.O.C.), Michel'le's self-titled
debut, and Niggaz4Life (N.W.A).
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Psy op or the breaking point?
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2019-03-03/finnish-soldiers-odin-announce-hunt-rapists-pedos-controversial-video
Finnish "Soldiers Of Odin" Announce Hunt For Rapists & Pedos In Controversial Video
The Finnish Police investigates a video published recently in social media by the vigilante group ‘Soldiers of Odin’ that announces a “hunt” for rapists and pedophiles.
The video, which is subtitled in English and Arabic, and has since been deleted from both Facebook and Vimeo, shows a group of masked men dressed in dark, armed with bats and chains march onwards to the camera amid winter darkness, accompanied by heavy metal music.
One of them, who acts as a spokesperson, announces that “The pedophile hunting season has been opened!”
The speaker points out that their target are the “sex tourists who have invaded our country” and “hunt our children”. And explains that the Soldiers of Odin are going to take justice into their own hands, since “the authorities and the politicians do nothing”.
The Soldiers of Odin also claim that half of the sexual propositions to underage girls came from Arabs. However, the group stress that the hunt is open for “domestic pedophiles and rapists of all colours”.
“We guarantee you that a date with us will be memorable. And hey, don’t worry, we won’t call the police”, they state.
The video is a response to the cases of sexual abuse of minors perpetrated in Oulu and Helsinki by a group of foreigners, who have been arrested by the police.
The National Police Board has asked the Helsinki Police Department to assess whether a hate crime toward ethnic groups should be suspected and to determine which preventive and other measures should be taken regarding the publication.
The Police Board says that; “suspected crimes cannot be systematically responded to with serious offenses”. And; “responding to sexual crimes with crimes of violence does not help in the protection of human life and health or contribute to public safety.”
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White men are nice, until they aren't.
You know, they DSM isn't going down without a fight. It's super important we keep our heads and let the rule of law do it's job here.
We need to focus on the root of the problem, not the symptoms. Tip the DSM on it's head and replace it with something that works and will shine a lite on these satanic mofos.
This was posted a couple of hours ago. New article. Something in the universe has shifted.
>This is the greatest spy story ever told except the fact that it actually happened, and it happened against you. How can you make arrests [Non Military] prior to first cleaning out the corrupt elements at the top of those departments that oversee investigation and prosecution in The United States in which they themselves are the very ones engaged in illegal treasonous acts. Process, planning and patience. Things are happening.
https://www.co-z.co.uk/clinton-treason
This week should be a good one Anon's.
Peace!