stop walking slowly around a track, thinking u r exercising. ur only working out ur ankles, not ur fat ass & stomach #blackpeople

#steveharvey #blackwomen always have excuse of y they can’t get 2 the gym or running. get ur ass n the gym & on the treadmill. no excuses

black people y do most think its so hard to run for exercise? wow,is u runnin around da whole block? a man asked me after my 4th lap around.

One morning while running 8 laps around the Boys and Girls High School track in Bedford-Stuyvesant Brooklyn, a distance of approximately two miles, I saw all Black American people on the track doing some sort of workout, which was good, but was it really? I saw a middle age couple probably in their early 50s walking very casually around the track in their workout cloths and sneakers. The woman was not particularly fat or out of shape and she looked nice for her age. The man had a round gut and looked very out of shape. After they walked around the track three or four times, they proceeded to the bleachers and she began stretching as if she had done some strenuous muscle and joint straining exercise which could later leave her sore.  

I saw other older people in their early to late 50s walking around the track as well. I also saw two fat younger women in their 30s sauntering casually and having conversation while calling themselves exercising. There were two gentlemen there who looked maybe like prior cell mates or just unemployed neighborhood guys, or they could have had jobs of some sort (who knows, but given the high unemployment rate among Black American males ???); they had sun-burned caked up dark skin; had on baggy clothing so I could not tell if they were fat and out of shape or not. They were doing push-ups and sit ups together, and they’d walk casually around the track twice – which during the walk I saw one of the guys smoking a cigarette – before retreating to do more stretching, push-ups and sit-ups.

There was one woman in between the ages 35 – 41 running a little and walking a lot. While another lady in her 40s, whom I could tell was fine in her younger day; maybe she had a kid or two, maybe not; while she was not walking casually, she was walking at a speed a little less than what it takes to move a person’s heart rate up for sufficient exercise. In her tight workout outfit, I could tell she used to have a nice ass and big perky breast in her former years, but due to bad eating habits and lack of exercise, her roundness expanded and had become shapeless and unattractive. As I passed her on the same spot of the track every two laps I ran, I thought, “if she ate better and actually did a more strenuous workout, she could retrieve her nice body for a woman her age.” She was already out on the track every morning, which meant she was dedicated to her workout of walking, but seeing little results. Another woman in her 40s would always stick close to the bleachers. Her workout consisted of jumping rope a bit and running up and down the bleachers at a rapid rate until she got tired, which was a pretty good work out, speeding up her heart rate. But looking at her, as she was also out there every morning, I could tell she ate all the wrong foods which only made her current exercise regimen help to maintain her current out of shape look.

Seeing these individuals doing this mediocre exercise only gave me motivation to run past them during my 8 laps with pride in the fact I had built up my wind to run such a distance; sure, I know many people run much longer. But as a petite guy, running a triumvirate of 5 miles during the week would cause me to lose weight which was not my goal. As I was passing these individuals I’d think to myself, “Black American people are so lazy and do not like to exercise”

When I was 29 I started running in an effort, I believed, to keep my weight down as I’d heard you started gaining significant weight in your 30s. When I first went to the track in Astoria Park, Astoria, Queens, New York I forced myself to run 1 whole lap around the track non-stop. Of course not having run regularly, this left me winded. I’d stop at the 1 lap mark and walk to the next curve of the track, where I’d then proceed to run another lap back to that point. I’d then walk to the next curve of the track and then begin another lap back to that point. I’d do this four times then I’d go home. I’d repeat this regiment at least 4 days a week. As the laps began to get easier, I then progressed to a lap and a quarter, and so on. I’d do that routine four days a week until I built myself up to 2 laps at a time, 4 laps, 6 laps then to 8 laps. I had started in April and was up to 8 laps by August. In August I was running 8 to 12 laps around the track 5 or 6 days a week, until my pants in a certain belt loop started falling off of me, which was when I realized I was running too much and/or eating too little and so I cut back.

My point is, though I did not know the young woman’s routine of her laps and how she was going to go about building up her tolerance to run longer, something told me she would not keep up a routine because Black American people running for long stretches is not what I see many of us do on a regular basis. And the walking casually around the track without any rise in heart rate, which I saw many people doing, especially the younger fat Black American women, literally disgusted me in its perpetuation of lethargy. Walking in a non-rapid pace only exercises your ankles and more likely than not, walking at any rate, it takes a person twice as many miles/laps to walk as it does to run. Fat Black American women who were probably eating a diet high in pasta, fried foods, salt and sugar; walking around the track gossiping was doing totally nothing for them. They seemed to think just because they got out there, they were doing something good, when in all actuality, they were doing next to nothing. Walking is better than sitting, but you merely get your blood to flow at best, and strengthen your ankles, doing nothing for your fat stomach, which a running, sit-ups work-out and change of diet would help tremendously; nor does walking do anything for fat thighs or waist which requires other strenuous exercise. Just because you go to the gym does not mean you are working out. To gain muscle or lose weight, you must work out properly and eat properly as well; eating is a totally separate subject.


black people, what i’m about? I would like 4 u 2 realize how no 1 really likes us how we do not support each other how undereducated we r

black people u may think i’m promoting a race war, gross prejudice, etc. no, go about it n the same stealth manor as they do, with a smile.

Reading this book, you may think, “this guy is a self-hating race trader.” When in all actuality, I love my race so much, I’ve looked around and analyzed what goes on in our community or “hoods” as we like to call them. First observation, yes, we have been subject to racism and preclusion from opportunity. Second observation, yes, we have allowed ourselves to be beat down, seemingly without a fight, without much organization; NOT ACCEPTABLE! We seem to have settled for the table scraps we have been given by the government and programs of racial equality which came along with the Civil Right Movement; acquiesced and ceded all power and control of our lives: social, economic and yes political to other races of people: Irish, Italian, Jewish, WASP etc.

We seem to take each other for granted. We take each other’s education for granted – As of 2017, I was told that an African woman CEO from Kenya, hesitated in hiring me for a Controller role, paying $90,000 because I was Black American, and truth be told, I swear I saw her stop in her tracks and regroup herself once she saw me through the glass window of the conference room where we held our face to face interview.

We take getting an education for granted. We take hard, long farmer’s-hours (5AM – 9PM NOT 9AM TO 5PM) work ethic for granted. All of the things we take for granted are things that have gotten other races, which were pariahs in America, respect in many different areas of life and economic industries in which they prosper in this nation.

Do I hate Black America people, NO! I just wish we would realize that we could be a better people and make our future history in this country so much greater and richer with the use of civilized manors, education, articulation of the English language and self-appreciation of all the talents we do and can possess, not just football, basketball, singing, dancing and acting; which we do not have full and total control of these talents we seem to be so great at.

For, it seems to me that every other outside culture to these United State of America has complete or majority economic, political and inter-working control of an industry or a few industries: Jews (media, film, real estate), Irish (fire and police departments), Italians (mob, construction and unions), Arabs (corner stores in the hood). These people have complete and total control over these industries with very little interference and questions regarding their operations practices. Black American people make music, but Clive Davis and Jimmy Iovine controls/controlled the industry. Black American people play basketball, but David Stern (who has retired and now bequeath his position to one of his brothers of Jewish ethnicity, Adam Silver) is the commissioner interpreting rules and regulations and there has been one maybe two (Bob Johnson of BET and Michael Jordan), majority control Black American owners, of any NBA franchise.

Black American people have been freed from slavery much longer than Jewish people have suffered from the Holocaust and racial discrimination in Germany and in America. How is it that Black American people have been held down by racism and preclusion from opportunity for such a long stint of time? Even in this day and age when Jim Crow is over, we have a great number of persons within a generation who have graduated from college; many Black American people are on a tract and/or have already started their own successful companies. My question or longing to know, is, when do we start to replicate success, entrepreneurship and long standing company enterprises and legacy building as a culture; not necessarily racism, but rather racial nepotism, because a rich White American billionaire may invite you into their home as a friend, but may not invite you into the board room as a participating decision making board member and/or share secrets to his/her success, or even much less, give you a decent gainful employment job (the kind that allows you to save and buy a nice home, drive a decent car, save for your children’s college education and your retirement), but they’ll train their son or daughter or even the sons and daughters of their White American friends into a management level employee, COO, CFO or successor CEO. Of course, no one admits this or says it out loud, it just is, and as it seems, FOREVER WILL BE!


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.