I sat back and curled a smile reading the lame ramblings by lame black bloggers pathetically trying to criticize some celebrities who they referred to as the New Black. These two-bit black bloggers talked about how Pharrell or Raven-Symone or Common pretend there is no structural racism holding black folks back with their commentary and I saw people making comments calling these people all kind of names like sellouts and other stuff trying to make fun of this whole New Black thing. As I read these comments my response and reaction was blunt towards the bloggers and their commentary about the New Black – fuck these tired ass complaining black victims and their worthless ass opinion. The truth is I consider myself to be part of that New Black if that is what it is because I’m damn sure not part of whatever the fuck the rest of these lame ass black folks are talking about. Not one blogger criticizing the New Black had offered a value proposition better than Pharrell or Raven-Symone except lament on some paternal-seeking black victim mentality shit. At some point, you as an individual have to look at yourself and know your own purpose and path and realize this is your mortal life you living right now and all you got and all you know about right now, fuck everything you being told by others about skin color, history and what supposed to make you feel prideful. This is your life first and foremost and a spirit that transcend anything earthly – don’t ever lose sight of your individuality and spirt and don’t put a damn thing in this world above that. I spent my entire life growing up and experiencing the so-called “black life” living in black communities, hanging around black folks and being a sheep consumer of black media and dated only black women. But I’m also a free spirit and spent time by myself alone in various parts of the world and realize that I’m an individual with a unique purpose and this world is too big to limit myself and that whole “black stuff” was a bunch of self-limiting bullshit others want to impose on me. I dealt with too many bullshit black family members, fake ass black friends and flaky black fraternity members, trifling ass black women and hearing lame ineffectual urban intellectual mouthpieces talking like they got 5 percenter knowledge when they really don’t know shit and ain’t willing to do shit either. And I consumed too much hypersexual self-hating black media to realize this ain’t black culture I’m living as an African-American is just a pile of fucking shit labeled as blackness. But what really hit me is the fact I was focusing on self-improvement as a person and getting better and pursuing my dreams and goals and what the black people around me do? Black folks decide to deny me any love and support and tried to discount me and shame me for wanting to do better. You see the stories of cats in the hood get a new car and someone come by and scratch it up or get a pair of sneakers and someone want to step on it to ruin it – that’s the thanks you get from the black community for wanting to do better for yourself. And I end up like most blacks where you feel unappreciated by the black community but you still love the black community despite all the negativity coming your way. I’m going to keep striving for my goals and pursue my dreams and not going to obligate myself to some bullshit called blackness especially looking at the losers who hide behind that blackness shit. I’m not going to live my life out as a victim crying to cats about what was done to me and my ancestors but will live my life out as a mortal individual who got unselfish love to give and support my family trying my best to make the world better for them than it was for me. I’m going to operate under the New Black paradigm and what I see going on with other brothas and sistas like me, I see the dawn of a new beginning and this time I can’t go home. This New Black Reject Black Identity. I realized that black identity is nothing but than a schoolyard punk reaction to white identity politics in America. Black people were never about race and we didn’t invent that shit, evil people invented that race shit and I will never acknowledge some fake shit like black identity. Black identity has always been false consciousness talked up and written up by race exploiters who seek to make profits talking up and writing up black identity content on speech circuits and book writing and YouTube quality documentaries. I only acknowledge black empowerment and the black experience that are reality-based and have nothing to do with false black identity doctrine. This New Black Look Forward, Not Backward. I had explicitly expressed over and over that I don’t give two shits about black history and don’t give a fuck either. Most people who talk about black history will talk about the same black history shit for the next 40 years and make a living saying the same shit over and over about Marcus Garvey and ancient Egyptians. You ever notice these characters never talk about the history of West Africa where we are actually from? What I do is extrapolate data points from historical events to apply future patterns and practices as the past is nothing more than data points. What is real and what is important is handling today and preparing for tomorrow and that is my only focus and concern. This New Black Is Global, Not Local. As I progress, I have too many partners and colleagues from around the world who share similar interests and skills I have from Europe to Asia to the Middle East. I have seen too many atrocities that goes on in this world more shocking than anything going on here in America. As a person with skills and resources, I see plenty of people overseas that I can help a lot with just a little resources and they remind me of me when I was coming up. I’m not going to sit around and talk about what was done to us black folks when I making money and at the top of my game – I’m going to help others worldwide because I can. In addition, I got a passport and will travel and go around places in this world and experience new things and no, I’m not black when I go there, I’m an individual spirit taking in natural wonders of this world. This New Black Love from the Heart, Not Skin Color. The days of me dating in a race-loyal fashion are over forever. This is the first time in my life I’m telling this story but I had a girl I like so much from Chicago when I was in the Army but she was like stand-offish most of the time and left me with doubts as to where we were at. When I got to Panama, I didn’t know they had black women down there! Then what happened? I ran into a Panamanian sista who look just like my girl back in America except she had a nicer booty and something else – she had a glowing smile and was very friendly towards me, making me feel good enough to smile also. That was the day African-American women fell off the #1 position on the list because I saw over and over women all over the world treating me like a man, her king and as a black man who should smile and be happy and she had my back. I dealt with so much negativity and bullshit trying to date other sistas and realize I should be chasing real love in this world. Well, there was one footnote I want to add for the African-American sistas to understand something. When I first walked around with a cute Indian sista, what happened is the sistas gave me this crazy ass look directly in my eye, something I never seen before and you know what happened? That turned the Indian sista on to see black women envy her for being with me, I hope you sistas realize that. Then with my Asian bae when I was first with her and walked to her spot and see her, it was sistas there ignoring me like sistas usually do. But when I was walking with bae smiling, those same sistas noticed me then and gave me and her all the looks and attention and you know what Asian bae did? She grabbed my arm and hugged on it and blushed – yes, she blushed red and was smiling because she was turned on by the envy of the sistas who looking at me giving my bae the impression she took their boyfriend. I just curled a smile and kept walking and the sex was good after each of those incidents, thanks to you hatin sistas out there. I am part of the New Black meaning I accept the fact that I’m always evolving and will keep an open mind and accept the diversity and unlimited possibilities this world has to offer me. I will not look back and will always look forward as my life is mortal and will use my limited time living to try to make this world better for me and those who come behind me. And most important, I will love everybody and treat everybody with the dignity and respect they deserve and use my talent and my skills to serve others in any part of this world that can use my help. This New Black is blessed and been kissed by a higher power and is telling all of you brothas and sistas to not wait until it’s gone before you realize that you are bigger than these labels.