And That's Fine Ma'am

Disclaimer: Some of yall might HATE me after this blog. I’m trying to put this as nice as I can, but when I write stuff like this, I’m driven by emotion. I apologize in advance, NOT for what I’m about to say, but how it may come off to some people. Welp, Here it goes:

This lady came to the 107.3 Jamz Traffic Jam this morning where Cricket and myself were working! Off the bat, I could tell that something was a little off with her. Her hair was wrapped with gray hairs sticking out underneath, fire red eye-balls with heavy bags under them. Instead of speaking or saying, “Hey… What’s going on here?” Her first words were, “Why are yall out here? Every time I go into that store, those white people are so NASTY to me…”

I replied, “Oh…No… Not these people. And they are giving away free sausage biscuits and coffee while we are here.”

“Hmph. Watch I go into this store and they don’t say two words to me.”

THEN… Out of ALL things Cricket could say… AND we had a couple options like

1.) “Ma’am, I can walk in with you.” or 2.) “They came out here and were very nice.” or 3.) We know these people very well.

CRICKET decided to say… “Ma’am, you just gotta kill em with kindness.”

AND she F*&^%$’ FLIPPED! She straight snapped on Cricket! She turned around and went IN!

“That’s a lie! No ma’am, that’s a LIE! And it angers me that as a society we have been forced to believe that. As educated African-Americans we do NOT have to take ANY mistreatment AT ALL. In today’s time we would like to think that we have moved past being looked down on by the white man. But I say we do it to ourselves by statements like THAT! *blows hot air* and mumbles ‘Gotta give em time!’ my a-.”

And even though that was NOT what Cricket said, instead of just letting the disturbed lady WALK AWAY… Cricket decides to clear her name by saying, “Well… Well… that’s not what I said ma’am. I said you have to kill em with kindness”. And she SNAPPED AGAIN!!!!

“What???? Kill em with kindness? That also is a LIE! A LIEEEE!!!! And as young African-Americans, I refuse to accept that YOU believe that. That’s what you have been TAUGHT. But have you thought about it for yourselves?”

At this point I’m looking off in the clouds because I’m in the process of tuning her out. Because if we listen, or not, she was going to keep talking. She went on, “Perfect example, I used to work at a Chemistry lab over 35 years ago. With extremely dangerous acids and chemicals. And if I would turn my back for THREE seconds those WHITE people would adjust my measurements or beakers or whatever so that when I would return to my station, ACID would spill on my hands. Stuff strong enough to burn my fingers OFF! And you think I had to kill em with kindness? NO! Stressses of the world and the way we treat one another are causing the world to run amuck. Look at Eddie Long. Yea… He did it. And I don’t blame the little boys, I don’t blame him, I blame his WIFE! Because she has openly confessed that the things that went on were TRUE, but she still chose to stand beside that man through it all…”

I’m holding a pen because I knew were she was going. I’m just shaking my head and squeezing the pen.

“Because Eddie Long and those boys were BORN THAT WAY!”

And I SNAPPED the pen *crack* and then I opened my mouth, “Ma’am… I refuse to believe that.”

“So, young man, you are telling me that homosexuality is a choice?”

“Yes… I believe so! And it’s wrong?”

“It’s WRONG?”

“Yes ma’am. God calls homosexuality an abomination. An abomination is worst than a sin, in my book. Because He would have just called it a sin. But He called it an abomination.”

“What about when God says…”

“Just pause right there ma’am, because people twist scriptures to believe what they want to believe.”

“You are right.”

“And I personally believe that homosexuality is a choice and it’s wrong! #thatisall…”

I lifted the sleeve of my shirt to rub my brand and she started AGAIN, “Oh… And you are Greek? Hmph. You know The Lord say don’t mark your body. What do you think about that? Huh? Huh? Since you know so much about The Bible.”

“Ma’am… I don’t know that much about The Bible. I would like to, but I don’t. I just know the things that I firmly believe and what I stand on. And I ALSO think it’s wrong for you to try and force your beliefs on me. You believe what you want to believe.”

Ok… Here goes nothing…

Religion is a VERY VERY touchy subject. You have so many different religions and with Christianity alone you have SO MANY different denominations. So at the end of the day, you honestly have what YOU believe, what I believe and THE TRUTH. And the argument is what’s THE TRUTH?!?! I believe, keyword I, that Jesus Christ died on the cross and shed his blood for all of our sins. By accepting Jesus as MY Lord and Savior, I will have eternal life with him in HEAVEN!

And YOU might believe in Alah and 32 virgins or whatever…

At the end of the day, I do NOT CARE that much about your LIFE! Point, blank, period! I only care that much about my inner-circle. That’s my family and my wife. OUR morals need to line up! But Keisha and Bernard, I… don’t… give a FLIP! I REALLY don’t. You can only live YOUR life and YOU have to deal with the consequences YOU make. So have fun. I’m not going to judge you. I honestly think people care TOO much about the way OTHERS live their life. I believe there is a Heaven and HELL. Period! But how can I convince somebody to “get right” because they don’t want to go to Hell if they don’t even believe in it? So, should I waste my breath? Perfect example: My mom can take the rack out of the oven with her bare hands. She doesn’t BELIEVE that it’s that hot. I BELIEVE that that’s crazy and I REFUSE to do it. Gimme the oven mitt!

So with homosexuality, I believe that it is an ABOMINATION to God. And what REALLY upsets me is when Christians accept a homosexual lifestyle by claiming they were born that way. Pause: The CLOSEST thing I can get to that “born that way" statement is that it was accepted at a young age. Junk in, junk out. What you put in your spirit will eventually come out. I have SO much respect for my cousin. I still remember this today. My little cousin is in high school now. But when he was younger, about 4, he was the only boy at Thanksgiving. His sister had about 3 girls with her. They had dolls and all kind of cool stuff for girls. As a four-year old you just want company. He walked over to the girls play area and grabbed a doll. His dad snatched the doll from his hand and said, “No… No… son. You don’t play with dolls. Here, play with your trucks. Your trucks!” He was taught early the way a young man should act and the things a young man should do. Play: And you ever notice that homosexuals know The Bible more than we do? They know every scripture that helps them in an argument…So, I don’t even choose to get into an argument with one. My stance is… “I believe what I believe. Do you."

And we can even lighten up the situation. Let’s talk Greek. The dumbest conversation to me is when one frat tries to justify why his organization is better than another. That was the best organization for YOU! And other fraternities even know MY history! It blows me away. The purpose? To justify everything we did for society in comparison to what THEY did! And wait… Those where your founders! Or your frat brothers back in 1973. What did YOU do for your organization Mister? *crickets* A lot of Undergraduate Greeks are BRAINWASHED. They don’t grasps the concept that this is REALLY for a LIFETIME! Most undergrads decide to become Greek to be apart of a winning team. If I’m wrong, tell me I’m wrong. A young man who wanted to be a Kappa all his life pledged Sigma because The Kappas were off the yard. #sad. Do me a favor. Ask somebody why did they become greek. They might answer: “Because I fell in love with the sisterhood and all the service we do.” That’s the WEAKEST answer ALIVE! EVER! Because doesn’t EVERY sorority/fraternity stand for some sort of sisterhood/brotherhood & service?

My answer: I became an Omega Man because of the positive influences on my life happen to all be Omega Men. Also, they didn’t do it for recognition or anything like that. Upstanding African-American men with a genuine heart for helping this struggling young African-American man do better. I owe it to them and those who will come after me to continue that positive circle of influence. And I shortly found out, it was the BEST decision of my life!

So, just a little advice. Undergrad is only FOUR YEARS! Don’t think now. I didn’t. Honestly, I got to school and other organizations were getting all girls AND running ish! But I KNEW that wasn’t in my heart. I was going to be an OMEGA MAN. So, don’t measure the popularity or the current “status” of the organization by the chapter you see on the yard! PLEASE… PLEASE… PLEASE… it’s much bigger than that. Think about the organization as a WHOLE and what assets you can bring the table.

Summary:

1.) If you cared about yourself more than being a busy body you wouldn’t stress so much.

2.) I don’t hate gay people. I just don’t agree with it.

3.) Don’t take my advice.

4.) Sorry it was so long.

5.) Follow me on Twitter @jaydukes1911

Jay Dukes qka Mr. Million Dollars qka Mr. "Hey... You Look Familiar"