The Unrepentant Sin of a Hateful Nation

Let’s cut through the delusion with the precision of truth: America is not broken...it was built this way. From the very foundation of this so-called democracy, hatred toward Black people has not only been consistent...it has been institutional. And the idea that this country will suddenly awaken to justice, to fairness, or to reparations is a fantasy peddled to pacify the oppressed while emboldening the oppressor. Malcolm X warned us that you can’t expect a system built to keep you down to suddenly lift you up. And yet, here we are...still asking for what we already earned, still voting like freedom’s just one election away, and still shocked that the same system that enslaved us refuses to save us.

America will not do a damn thing about a stolen election...not because it can’t, but because it doesn’t want to. Democracy in this country has always been selective, and white outrage only seems to surface when white comfort is disrupted. Suddenly, when economic anxiety, civil unrest, or global criticism shines too bright a light, they scramble for damage control...not justice.

Don’t be fooled: White America is not upset because of injustice...they're upset because they are now on the receiving end of a system they’ve long used as a weapon. It’s not empathy that fuels their rage...it’s discomfort. When Trump's regime began targeting people who looked like them, then and only then did they start to scream about tyranny, about lawlessness, about rights. But where was all this righteous fury when Black people were...and still are...being shot down in the streets, locked up in cages, and systemically robbed of generational wealth?

The truth is harsh, but it must be spoken without apology: America is the most hateful, racist nation in modern human history. The genocide of Native people, the transatlantic slave trade, Jim Crow, COINTELPRO, redlining, mass incarceration, police executions, economic warfare...these aren't footnotes; they are the chapters of this country’s legacy. And no amount of flags, national anthems, or revisionist textbooks can whitewash that reality.

We are told to vote in the midterms, to keep faith in a system that has never kept faith in us. But how long must we play their game while they keep changing the rules? How long must we settle for symbolic gestures while they hoard the wealth we built with our blood?

Reparations? Please. This country would rather collapse under the weight of its own hypocrisy than cut a check to the descendants of its crimes. They know exactly what they owe...and they refuse to pay because acknowledging our worth means acknowledging their debt, their guilt, and their lies.

Let’s stop pretending America just “lost its way.” It never had a moral compass...it had a whip, a Bible, and a bank. And while some believe the system can be reformed, the rest of us know the truth Malcolm X taught us: “You can’t have capitalism without racism.” This country has always bet on the exploitation of Black lives to sustain its power...and it always will, unless the people rise up and force its hand.

We must organize, we must educate, and we must radicalize...not just for votes, but for liberation. Because once Trump is gone, White America will go right back to their comfort zones, ignoring the pain, the struggle, and the righteous anger of the very people who’ve held this nation together through every storm.

We are not begging anymore. We are building. We are rising. We are remembering. And America will one day answer for its sins...whether through revolution, revelation, or reckoning.

My Lifelong Journey to Physical Fitness and Self-Motivation

A lack of motivation is what holds most people back from exercising at home or joining a gym. For the past four decades, I’ve used any negativity—words, energy, or actions directed toward me—as fuel for my journey. In 40 years of working out, I’ve never relied on a personal trainer or sought a workout partner. Exercising alone has always been my preference. My self-motivation took root at the age of 22, during a pivotal period of my life.

At the time, I was dating a woman named Sandra, who was more interested in my car—a brand-new Pontiac Trans Am—than in me. This became painfully clear when I totaled the car in a horrific head-on collision. While I was fortunate to survive, the other driver, who jumped the rail on the expressway, tragically did not. Within days of the accident, Sandra dumped me, confirming her superficiality. Not long before, I had joined my first gym and brought Sandra as a guest. I was new to bodybuilding and self-conscious about my skinny frame. During a workout session, she remarked, “Why don’t you go over there and work out with those buff guys? Maybe you’ll get big like them.” Her words stung deeply.

Rather than letting her comment demoralize me, I used it as motivation. Over the following years, I transformed my body, gaining muscle mass, tone, and definition. My confidence soared. I began to receive compliments from total strangers, even while wearing street clothes or business attire. These affirmations never inflated my ego, but they validated my efforts. As I grew stronger, people often asked me for fitness advice. I would share a mantra inspired by Sandra’s dismissive comment: “Never let anyone run you out of the gym.” In essence, it’s your fitness journey—move at your own pace and never be intimidated by others, no matter how impressive their physiques may be. Consistency, a clean and lean diet, and minimal alcohol consumption will lead to noticeable progress.

When your body reaches peak condition, it becomes an unshakable fortress, immune to criticism and negativity. Physical fitness embodies personal freedom—a sanctuary of health and vitality that no external force can tax or take away. The dedication and discipline required to sculpt a strong body are entirely yours to give. Each workout is a testament to your resilience, a reflection of your sweat, sacrifice, and determination. With every rep, you are the architect of your own destiny, crafting a masterpiece that reflects your inner strength and resolve.

The pride that comes with a finely tuned physique is unparalleled. It’s not about vanity but about the empowerment that comes with knowing you’ve overcome challenges to achieve something remarkable. No one can diminish the pride or the power that stems from this accomplishment. A well-conditioned body is a work of art, a testament to the limits you’ve defied and the boundaries you’ve pushed.

Today, I maintain two gym memberships—Crunch and Planet Fitness—and I work out four to five days a week. The gym is more than a place to exercise; it’s my second home. As soon as I walk through the doors, I feel the palpable energy. While conversations might not always happen, there’s an unspoken camaraderie among those present. Most people are there for the same reason: to be physically fit. This shared purpose creates a dynamic, motivating atmosphere that invigorates and inspires.

Whether you’re a seasoned athlete or a newcomer taking your first steps into fitness, the journey is deeply personal. Physical fitness is a lifelong commitment, one that requires consistency, effort, and a willingness to embrace challenges. It’s about becoming the best version of yourself—not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. Every drop of sweat is proof that you’re building not only a stronger body but also a more resilient spirit.