Da Boyz in da Hood

Today I’m going to introduce you to the world of media manipulation. Take a breath, a sip of coffee, and think, “McKinney.” Ok, what you saw; innocent pool party in affluent neighborhood, children frolicking in the pool when police showed up, and assaulted poor black children, particularly one vexing young lass in a yellow bikini showing stark contrast to her fetching ebony butt, writhing on the grass, crying for her mother. I’ll admit it, I wiped a tear out my eye myself, right up until I saw all the marks of a set up!

Enter Marvin Bacari. No one even thought “racism” until Marvin and his little girl took to the airwaves in righteous indignation, artfully played that time proven Joker we’ve all come to know as the Race Card! As soon as the story aired the national organization, “Black Lives Matter” booked a flight, Mr. Bacari started a fund raising effort (Can’t have a riot without proper funding) and before the ink was even dry on the police report the BGI (Black Grievance Industry) was in full swing pimping the deal! God Bless AMERICA!

The pool party was NOT just a pool party, but a business model set up by one Tatyana Rhodes and her mother, LaShana Rhodes to milk a buck out of a series of such parties, complete with a sales staff working for something called Twinzzpromotions, pumping something known as “Dime Piece Cookouts” which included not one, not two, but THREE victims of racial injustice just a smiling and a waiting for someone to yell, “ACTION!” The star of the show was pretty Miss Dejerria Becton, 15, better known as “Bikini Girl,” who is, you’ll never guess, the NIECE of Marvin Bakari! Then, of course, there was Grace Stone (14) and Jahda Bakari (13) all suited up and ready to go. Weeeee’re OFF to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of cash!

Mr. Bakari had hoped to fill his coffers with about $6,000, but after his plan became more or less transparent, he shut down the fundraiser ending up with only about $90. Unfortunately this was not enough to lure the venerable Al Sharpton, but it did lure a troop of New Black Panthers, but they were probably Texas boys and $90 looked pretty good. The three little girls that Bakari was so artfully pimping had “no idea” that boys would try to get into the pool, gosh no! And it was most surprising when two of them approached a police officer from his blind side and lo and behold, one of them got arrested! (Probably because he was black )One Mr. Adrian Mosley, with a rap sheet as long as his arm was hooked up, and taken downtown. These were not “boys” they were men and an active part of something called, “Make It Clap” parties, headed up by the Rhodes, and parlayed by the “Dime Piece Girls!” Clap . . .Dime Piece . . .I digress. Oh, for your edification, Adrian, his brother Mylin and their buddies, Cam, Miles, and Devin run something called a “crew” and I’ll just let you look,that up. Uh, none of these fellows live at Craig’s Ranch, they live over in the projects. Jus Sayin!

So, Tatyana Rhodes is wearing out her iPhone looking for more “Dime Piece Girls” to fill her “Clap Parties” The promotional material for these parties would make Trayvon Martin proud. Now I’m not going to verbalize the wording or implications of these promotions, but let’s just say, jus sayin! So, we get this thing rolling, boyz in the hood come over the fence, cops get called, little Miss Yellow Bikini humps for the camera AFTER taunting a police officer into corralling her, some fat white kid pulls out his cell phone, and a partridge in-a pear tree!

Contrived, choreographed, roll, cut, print! Officer lost his job, Rhodes made some money, and da boyz wuz back in da hood waiting for the next “Clap Party!” Now folks, this is what it really is! There is an emerging industry capitalizing on a CASINO full of race cards, and there are more than enough poorly educated black kids to FILL those casinos, the pockets of the promoters, and the streets of whichever city they choose to burn down NEXT! What amazed me was the police chief not figuring this out. A cop DID need to be fired . . . HIM!

Simple Ol’ Boy From Austin




iJackie’ New Soul

Depth of Soul
by Wilbur Witt

In 2010 Jackie put down iJackie, stepped behind the camera and produced a series of videos revealing a depth of soul that even surprised me. Her knowledge of life and song, combined with imagination was surprising. She comprised the videos, sometimes with my help, showing her how to achieve effects known only to her mind. New Soul was showing the continuity of life and family. In each successive scene the people get older and older until the final part where the funeral is displayed, then it goes right back to the beginning to start all over again. This video is very poinant because it was during this time she was actually losing her children to the CPS. She retreated into her spirit and tried to show the feelings she was experiencing during thus traumatic time. The film draws victory from defeat, gain from loss, and hope from despair.

A lot of her work during this time has been unfortunately lost, but as I search I find them here and there. Mostly, she did these alone, but once in a while she’d ask me how to effect a scene. Her work shows the evolution from a 17 year old girl to an accomplished director with a message for the world. Love, family, and mother’s rights. One small voice in the crown.



Why I Made The Light Shine Video

Why I Made the Light Shine Video
by Wilbur Witt

My nephew sent me a song. He has a band, and they have been developing their sound over the last few months, sending me clips, and to be honest I haven’t heard them turn out anything bad yet! But this song struck me. The young man, Curtis Hooper, was sitting in a garage. In the beginning of the piece there is thunder, and at first I thought it had been mixed in until I remembered that we had just had storms a few days before and I noticed Curtis is sitting in a garage, which was classic!

His voice is riveting, reminiscent of John Fogarty, but not imitating. As he elevates the volume he slides into an old Memphis whiskey sound which punctuates and emphasizes the impact of what he’s saying. And what he’s saying is profound! The song is blended perfectly. It begins simply, like a prayer. From there it crescendos into into a perfect hook, “You can tread on me,” which sets up the title line of the piece. When Sean sent me the song he titled it, “Overcome,” but when I heard the song the very first time I knew the title had to be, “Let The Light Shine (On My Face).” This was the only edit I saw needed, and that came from my years in Austin and Nashville. I thought the title “Overcome” somehow diminished the power of Curtis’ voice when he sang those words.

The song does a perfect round, returning to its core concept once more, not laboring the refrain, but reinforcing it perfectly. The only guitar rift, if you can call it that, is at the very end and Curtis reinforces the theme of the song as it fades out.

When I heard the song I heard all these things. It was a master piece of songwriting. When you’ve heard, and written as many songs as I have you endure most of them, but I couldn’t stop listening to this one. The video that came with it was a simple one. Curtis was sitting in a garage. The mix was fairly good, even though I know it was a demo, I had no complaints.

Jackie didn’t pop into my head at first, I was going to just improve the imaging. I was so overcome by the song i was focused on Curtis, but then, as I worked on it and listened to what the song was really saying, I realized the anguish of the human condition was so there, weaved into the fabric of the lyrics that it was like a subliminal message to the soul. At that point I thought of Jackie’s story, but I didn’t think just placing the old pictures of her with her daughter would do justice to this song. I began to search my photos, and some of them leaped out at me. As Curtis sang, “You can tread on me” the first time, I put in a still frame of Jackie cocking her gun and winking at the camera. The classic defiant seventeen year old girl, ready to take on the world, with a full life ahead of her expressed all the exuberance of youth. With the words, “Let the light shine on my face,” she appears in a dark business suit, heading for court, a court that would intimately destroy her life. The next image is to the line, ” I will win this race,” and she is looking at images on a cell phone, pictures of her children that she would never be allowed to see again. Her smile belies the pain in her eyes, and she is pregnant with the child that would be ripped off her breast at birth.

With the line, “The writing on the wall” is sang we see the image of a twenty one year old woman, aged, and resigned. Curtis returns to the title line, and while he sings, “Let the light shine on my face,” he reinforces the resolve of the singer to overcome adversity, and as he does, iJackie cocks her gun and symbolically fires it at an unfeeling world.

The marriage of song and image is perfect. You don’t even have to know Jackie’s story to realize there’s something very emotional there, emphasized by the soul of the song so beautifully delivered by Curtis. This song gives me the same feeling that I get when I listen to Dylan singing “Times They Are A Changing.” Without going into a rant about the injustice Jackie endured, suffice to say this song, and this video expresses the heartbreak and resolve of all young mothers who miss their babies. Sometimes, in the vastness of the universe, two perfect notes are sung, and two souls merge for a brief moment to give the rest if us a heart rending message. Curtis and Jackie gave us such a moment, and we all should give them our appreciation. Thank you guys.