DISGUST BY KHALID STRICKLAND a.k.a. BLACK PACINO
So, North Carolina Republican Patrick McHenry introduced another proposal to remix the $50 bill and replace Ulysses S. Grant with…
Ronald Wilson Reagan. Six letters in his first, middle and last names, tallying up to an unholy 6-6-6.
Reagan. The President who cut school lunch programs because he considered ketchup to be a vegetable. An arms-dealer who gave the green light to fund terrorists of his preference. A Kingpin who helped flood Amerikkkan ghettos with cocaine and ushered in the merry ol’ Crack Era. Shit, Reagan needs a cover on Don Diva or FEDS… he’s the most powerful street legend of all-time.
Low-level Black drug dealers serve football numbers in prison for a crumb of crack. But Reagan’s foot soldier, Oliver North, sold weapons to Iran and supplied the U.S. with an avalanche of yayo… yet he remains free to host his own FOX television show, War Stories with Oliver North. And you thought T.I. got off easy.
My dudes know I called this one long before Ronnie croaked. I always knew his craggy old face would appear on money, Mount Rushmore, or both. For the most part, White Amerikkka worships Ronald Reagan; especially the older generation. Although he’s The Devil to me, Ronnie is God to them.
And would you like to know why?
They ain’t live in the hood during the mid-80′s Crack Era.
But take it from someone who did: It was no picnic. I grew up in Fort Greene BK where Kelvin Martin, the late stick-up king originally known as 50 Cent, was robbin’ everything up and down Myrtle Avenue. He was a boogeyman no one wanted to run into. The real 50 Cent from Fort Greene found his niche during the Crack Era robbing drug dealers, well-known rappers and puttin’ niggas in the dirt. He was one of several notorious predators.
Throughout the 80′s, a hailstorm of krills rained on the ghetto, leaving families shattered like windshields. A generation of crack babies entered the world, many of which were doomed before birth. Drug-related shootouts left innocent bystanders in coffins and wheelchairs at an alarming rate.
The urban drug lords featured in magazines and straight-to-street DVDs were actually the low men on the totem pole. They only thrived because Ronald Reagan allowed George Bush Sr. and Oliver North to do major dirt on his watch. Then again, Reagan also blessed the hood with welfare cheese so maybe he’s our friend after all.
None of this concerns White Amerikkka of course… well, at least the ones who ain’t poor and living in a trailer park full of junkies. Eminem probably knows the real deal about Ronald Reagan. But the Republicans who support remixing the $50 bill don’t give a fuck ‘cuz Ronnie made them a ton of paper; it’s only right they salute him.
The Republicans will only commemorate the first African-American President if paper food stamps are re-introduced.
As for Ronald Reagan money? Consider it in the bag before Obama’s term is over… their slap to the collective face of the Black community. Since he embodies the spirit of capitalism, maybe Diddy will make a new song called “It’s All About The Reagans.”
If you drop the new $50 bill into the church collection plate, it’ll probably burst into flames.
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