One night, Nov 9, 2012 4:00 AM, while expunging excrement from my body after having eaten a whole bag of Chips-A-Hoy chocolate chip cookies and four bowls of Honey Nut Cheerios, all with milk, while also high on an Ice Coffee – I usually do not drink coffee – I had purchased earlier from “The Pantry” on Decatur and Lewis Ave, after my two mile run around the Bedford Stuyvesant Brooklyn, NY block of Decatur and Chauncey Street between Lewis and Stuyvesant Avenues; I was reading a book, “Men Woman and Children” by Chad Kultgen. I thought the book to be true to average American middle class White American life; it was a dramedy and I was enjoying the read. It hit me, that while I already had a book in production which would take me years to finish, and just after hearing from my girlfriend I’d been involved with for 11 years (currently my fiancé as of this writing in 2013) (it’s currently 2019 and economics of it taking a Black American man twice/three times as long to find employment as a White American man, the relationship has dissolved.) through an emotional tumultuous relationship which had not culminated into marriage just yet, that I would be a good writer, a project which I thought I could finish very quickly as a book and maybe even a series of books came to mind.
One day Oct 4, 2012 as I had come home from a morning run around Boys and Girls High School track in Bedford Stuyvesant Brooklyn, searching for a new employment position and dealing with covert (so they thought) discrimination of recruiting agencies as well as from individual company HR recruiters who all would call me at this time due to a great background and resume, but the moment they heard my voice – which I was not doing my job to disguise it to sound like Brian Gumble, defunct of any natural bass and/or Black inflections in his speech – and heard that I was a Black American man, it seems they quickly lost interest in speaking with me regarding Accounting Manager positions paying $85,000 – $110,000 even though I had 10 solid years of work experience, 5 at the last company I was employed. I had recently passed my Certified Public Accountants (CPA) examination, which I thought would boost my credentials as a job candidate, but companies all seemed to have no interest in finding me positions or hiring me.
A deep enmity for Corporate America and in tandem White America began to brew inside me. I began to despise my own race of people because I thought, due to their ignorant ethos, cultural shibboleths and ways of living, it was reflecting badly on me in the eyes of recruiting agencies and employers who took the chance to invite me in for a personal interview, but I was not receiving any offers. On this night in October is when I came up with the Twitter name @BLK_PEEPSTOP (since then, no longer active) to expunge all of my thoughts about things Black American people do, don’t do, say, don’t say, think and don’t think which are either beneficial or detrimental to Black American people’s survival on American soil.
For it seemed to me White America and Corporate America had and have been discriminating against Black Americans blatantly in the early 60s and 70s and covertly during the 80s, 90s, 2000s and beyond; you’d think we’d get it by now and wean ourselves off of their placating, assuaging and coddling us, to become our own independent society who covertly (just as they do us) does not deal with or need them to survive. This charge was further exacerbated on Sun Nov 4, 2012 when I got my hands on a book called “Jerusalem 1913”, a story of how Zionist Russian and German Jews infiltrated Palestine in the early 1900s and took over the land to brew the boiling pot that cooks to this very day of Arabs having been pushed out of Jerusalem, fighting and bombing Israelites.
As I began to read my tweets, I thought that while some needed no further explanation, many others were not inexplicable and needed further analysis. So I started to write a book of my interpretations of the tweets. At the start of this book, there were 494 tweets directed at Black American people to infuriate them, educate them and hopefully get some discourse going of how we can become a better people. A few people started following me on twitter, but I quickly blocked them because I did not want any people of any kind, any organization following me; eventually, I came to the conclusion, I DID NOT WANT ANYONE FOLLOWING THIS TWITTER PAGE.
I addressed most of my tweets starting with: #blackpeople, hoping that would reach a number of them out in the tweet-o-sphere / Black Twitter, but that did not seem to be doing anything. I wondered if my tweets were getting blocked because they were too political or of a strong seditious nature. The first few days the tweets came to mind in rapid succession but quickly began to slow down. I surmised in my mind I was not doing this for followers, but to get this info out of my head and consciousness as I was talking to myself rather constantly on these particular issues because one can not readily verbalize these type of phrases or thoughts to Black American people without them getting very defensive or upset: as I tried many of times to disseminate some of these thoughts on my girlfriend and got into fervent discussions, she called them “arguments, which left her uneasy and losing sleep.”
My point to this whole project is that Black American people do not speak of such ills. We sit silent while everything goes wrong in our culture, and we are used and abused by White American people of all backgrounds: Italians, Irish, Jewish, WASP, Germans, Russians, etc. Everyone seems scared to address particular issues.
But these are things I’ve reasoned with myself that need to be said directly to Black American people by Black American people.
There is a dichotomy of feeling in my writing, I’m a little jarred when other races of people talk about Black American people in this context, but when I speak on them myself, it seems I harbor many of the same ill feelings. I think the difference is, I’m expressing these feelings hoping they will be erased and get better, but when other people of other races express these feelings, they are laughing at us with no hope that things will get better. My layout will be simple. I will post the tweet as written on twitter. I will then proceed to explain and articulate, as to what caused the thought behind the tweet and expound upon my direct reasoning and interpretation since twitter does not allow you to do such with just 140 characters.