The rich black might be even more traumatised, cause theg play the rules of those who segregated their ancestors, and they are not expanding it, they’re doing the exact same. If to them expanding it is bringin the black in the conversation, they have already failed the mission, it is not about the race, bringing it in the conversation is guilt by association.

The psychopathy and insanity comes from celebrating getting food at the master’s hand, as the sane path would have been to avoid ajyone else from being victim of the same. I don’t know what pill they took down there, but to play by the same rules, ain’t how you expand a race, not when the same master is a detraction from your origin. Know thy history, the whites ancestors are black, not the other way around. Our, as ours those with darker complection ‘s ancestors were never white, unless they infiltrated themselves, we know how(love or rape), but we are theirs. Know your history and be empoeered by it. Follow the path of your skin, not the master’s words. They had to get good at storyteling, it’s the only way they could justify having us follow their dreams when we had the motherland, the resources, the culture, the belief thr community semse, the rituals, the relation with nature, the relation with Consciousness… there’s a lot to envy, from the curves to the moves, from the charisma to talents… an awful lot, think of spices!? Come y’all. Is their ways the best you can do?! Really?! Wow.

Thrir ways, I mean patriarchy, that was their creation, not ours. If we were to really do the their and iurs game.

When you don’t put cream what happens to your skin when dry of life?! It goes white doesn’t it?! When you are dry of life you go white, make it mske sense why are we following death that thinks like deat!

Our skin tells us the story let’s never forget it.

So many proud fof working in government, none actually made it worth to humanity.

Prince George’s County has always fascinated me.

There is something outstanding about looking at a place with such a substantial Black population and then looking across to Washington, D.C., which reached 71.1% Black in 1970. For a period, D.C. really was a Black-majority city on a scale that is extraordinary to think about today.

What I mean by modern slavery is not simply that Black people are still literally enslaved; it is that the master can remain present in the mind, in the structures, in the measures of success and in the rules of the game long after the physical master is gone. Both extremes can be traumatised by the same history and still be responding to the master, even while appearing to have completely different lives.

The person struggling at the bottom can live with fear, scarcity and the belief that the master’s world controls what they can have, while the person who reaches the billionaire level can spend their life proving that they have finally succeeded according to the master’s measures of wealth, status, property and power. One is fighting not to be crushed by the game; the other is playing it exceptionally well. But both can still be psychologically oriented around the master.

That is what I mean by playing the game within the master’s system: the direction may look different, but the master can still benefit from both directions because the rules, measurements and definition of success remain his. The profound alternative is not simply moving from poor Black person to rich Black person; it is becoming conscious enough of the history, the trauma, the conditioning and the inherited structures to ask what happens when Black intellect, perception, creativity, resources and collective humanity are used to create a game that no longer requires the master’s approval, measurements or benefit to make it valid.

That is where I think the real levelling of the playing field begins.

And Prince George’s County became another remarkable centre of Black life. Its Black population rose from just 14% in 1970 to 63% in 2000, and the county remains majority Black today.

What strikes me is that I share something with many of the Black people from that environment.

I was never told I couldn’t be somebody because I was Black.

The one major “you can’t” I remember was that I couldn’t play football because I was a woman.

Apart from that, there were no caps placed over my head.

There were practical limitations, certainly. I couldn’t travel without having a certain amount of money. But even that wasn’t a permanent ceiling. I worked. I travelled. I put myself where I needed to be. I went after clients’ attention and eventually got paid for the very thing I once didn’t have the money to do as a child.

Life has actually been very good to me.

And perhaps that is why I look at Black history, Black identity and our origins and think there is something much bigger available to us than simply becoming better players in somebody else’s game.

I don’t think the ultimate levelling of the playing field comes through the master’s measurement of success.

Money matters, of course. But money is one expression of value, not the whole of value.

What happens when we level the field through perception, intellect, creativity, invention, cooperation and ownership of ideas?

What happens when Black people understand not simply what happened to us, but what we came from, what survived, what was created despite everything, and what human capacity was already present before somebody else decided to measure our worth?

There are towns and communities where households are earning six-figure incomes, where houses cost a million dollars or more, where Black professionals, business owners and families have built extraordinary lives.

But that isn’t necessarily the image of Black life that travels the furthest.

We often see the ratchet end of the spectrum.

Then, on the opposite end, we see the billionaire, the executive, the celebrity, the person who has mastered the economic language of the existing system.

Both can look completely different.

But I keep asking whether they are actually as different as they appear.

Because if the only available directions are Black poverty at one extreme and Black wealth at the other, while both remain inside the same underlying game, then the game itself has still won.

Make yourself look better. Become richer. Become more respectable. Become more powerful.

Fine.

But who benefits from the direction?

That is the question.

I am interested in the missing category.

The Black person who does not merely escape for themselves.

The Black person who does not merely acquire wealth for themselves.

The Black person who asks:

What could I build that makes humanity better?

What could I create that changes the rules of possibility?

What knowledge could I develop?

What could I invent?

What could I teach?

What could I organise?

What could I build that leaves something better behind for people who haven’t even been born yet?

That, to me, is another level of Black possibility.

Not simply Black billionaire.

Not simply Black ratchet.

But Black human being using everything available to them for humanity.

And I don’t think we have seen enough of that yet.

There are countless Black people with intelligence, resources, creativity, education, money, connections, land, businesses, institutions, audiences and lived experience.

Imagine what happens when those resources stop being measured only by how successfully they reproduce the existing model and start being measured by what they contribute to the human one.

That is the Black history I want us to know too.

Not history merely as something that happened to Black people.

History as evidence of what Black people have already demonstrated they can survive, imagine and create.

And then asking the next question:

What are we going to do with all of that now?

Because I genuinely believe there is far more possible.

And I hope my work awakens some people to that possibility — to look at everything they have, everything they have learned, everything they have survived, and realise that they may have been sitting on resources capable of producing something far greater than a better-looking version of the master’s game.

Let’s writw about pg county and how dc was 70%+ black, a number I find outstanding. One thing I share with the blacks from pg county is dthat I was never told I couldn’t be someone because I was black, I was told I couldn’t play football because I was a woman, but beside that, no caps were placed. Only rhat I couldn’t travel withojt a certain amount of money, still I then worked to travel to grab clients attention where I was getting paid for it, from not having it when I was a child. Kife’s been very well with me and I still think that every black knowing their history and thebhistory of their skin and orginis, could do better for humanity. Levelling the plain field, not via the masters ways meaning money, but through perception, intellect and creativity, through allthings money.

Many towns average $116k to %180k a year with million dollar houses, but we mostly see the ratchet side of the blacks not the opposite rhat still played the master’s game, just mafe itself look better, cause really n truly either the difection, the master benefits. It doesn’t matter. Black billionaire or black ratchet, those are the two extreme of what blackness has been. We’re missing rhe one that gives their life for a better life for all. Unforfunstrly many are still lacking in rhat department, but hopefully my work will awaken them to what’s possible and what they could have done with all the resiurces they had.