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Pro-Black Thugs, Pimpin’’ Revolutionaries & Alien Conspiracies: Navigating the Underbelly of the “Conscious” Community
by Morpheus Reloaded

This is a true story.
Honest.

Quite recently I was talking to a second year college student who declared with beaming pride that he was about to become a member of a new black campus group.

Congratulations I told him, and asked what student organization had he joined?

He scoffed and stated that student organizations weren’t for him as they were all filled with “Negroes.”

I made certain to tuck away the flyer I was holding, which urged students to attend an affirmative action debate, from one such “Negro” infested organization.

Having side-stepped that minefield I inadvertently however walked into another, asking the individual if he meant he had joined a fraternity?

This resulted in a number of expletives and the declaration of a profound abhorrence for Black Greek-letter fraternities and sororities, denouncing them as elitist, subversive and dangerous elements.

I nodded to confirm agreement as I kept a wary eye on the insidious Greek-letter wearing fiends nearby. Even then they were up to no good: putting on a drive for Sickle-Cell Funding and creating a sign-up roster for TASP testing tutors at a local public school. Infidels, I muttered in disgust.

After the brief suspense the student informed me that the group he had joined was both Negro-free and dedicated to the uplift of the black community. It had its own hairstyles, assorted forms of jewelry, slang and other cultural affects. The student informed me proudly that he had come to the realization that he was “conscious” and that this was now the group of which he was a member.

For those outside of black popular slang, “conscious” does not refer to this individual being awakened from the Matrix by the crew of the Nebuchadnezzar---at least not literally. Rather the term “conscious” has taken on a meaning in the black community relating to one who is politically, racially, culturally informed, knowledgeable and aware.

As this student had decided (through some form of self-declaration) that he was now conscious,”he wanted to know if I had any advice for him - as he suspected that I was an old head/O.G. within the group, despite my mild-mannered everyday posture.

I politely informed the student that not only was I of lesser rank among those who consider themselves “conscious,” but that I wasn’t really a spokesman. But the student persisted. Surely he said, I could tell him something. He had caught me reading some Franz Fanon before and noticed the Boondocks cartoons plastered in my office. Certainly he begged I could give him some advice on becoming “conscious”---show him the ropes so to speak.

No I said, attempting to hide my cowrie shells, I truly had no idea what he was talking about. Yet the student refused to be put off and I realized---like a Beatnuts track---there was no escaping this.

Looking around to make sure there were no prying eyes, I jostled the student hurriedly into a dark corner and put on a stern scowl.

These matters were not to be discussed so openly I admonished him!
There were rules and protocols to be followed!
One didn’t just wake up and declare openly that one was conscious!
Didn’t he know that there were extremist and fringe fanatics in the conscious crowd waiting to snatch him away to some cult compound?
Was he not aware that the road he was embarking upon had driven some mad?
The “conscious” crowd was filled with insightful, informative and positive peoples dedicated to what they term the “struggle”---but there was a seedy underbelly that preyed on recently opened minds, eagerly waiting to assimilate them into the hive collective. Every community has its fringe.

The student stammered an apology, shocked and fearful at my Keyser-Soze-type change in demeanor. Shut up and listen, I told him! A quick backhanded pimp slap across the mouth let him I know I meant business. Leaning in closer, cloaked in the concealment of the shadows, I opened up some files I held and spilled the precious information like that black-ops agent in Oliver Stone’s JFK (played by Donald Sutherland), detailing the more extremist factions of the conscious”crowd, their ideologies and suggestions by which to navigate through them.
The following is an excerpt from those files. And I warn you as I warned him, this information is classified… Read at your own risk.



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