Little Africa, by James Sears

Let me take you back in time and provide you with some knowledge. I will tell you about a place you will not hear about while attending college.

The time was 1870 to 1921 for your historical notation, the north side of Tulsa, Oklahoma is the actual recorded location.

North Tulsa was called, “Little Africa,” as this name marked praise. The most affluent black community in America, the witnesses were amazed.

Jim Crow laws created all-black communities, we cannot deny this, and right down racial lines, was how the United States was divided.

Tulsa Oklahoma was separated by the Arkansas River but not equal by any tale. The white side was not nearly as prosperous while the black community completely excelled.

Little Africa contained black doctors, politicians, oil barons, and many PhD’s, all black businesses, farmers, schools and many black attorneys.

Black owned restaurants, grocery stores, libraries, movie theaters, and places to sleep, so many prospering businesses that Greenwood Avenue was called Black Wall Street.

Yes, Black Wall Street because that is just how much money flowed. I am not making this up, it is researched, and this is the truth history holds.

Nepotism kept the money circulating within this community even for loans. Everyone purchased from their neighbor which caused the money to come back home.

Brotherly love and altruism were practiced while crimes were very low. Morals were taught to all and children actually did what they were told.

Neighbors volunteered to help other neighbors in times of trouble, and city families normally had five children while farming families had about double.

White coal miners came north Tulsa to work 72 hour long shifts as well. So, they too helped the pockets of these black business to swell.

In the 1800’s, Little Africa had its own transportation system to assist them all. Blacks kept to themselves and took care of each other so no citizen would fall.

From Greenwood Avenue to Archer and Pine streets life was prosperous and grand, and if you take the first letters of those street G.A.P., you will see that is where they got the name for the GAP Band. (Shot out to Uncle Charlie)

By 1921 there were over 100 black millionaires, six even owned airplanes. Black Wall Street was thriving and looking for more financial gains.

But on the south side, many whites lived below the poverty line, and white service men returning from World War I, also fell on hard times. “So, what happened to Little Africa?” one might say, well, the klu klux klan decided they were going to take all that prosperity away.

On the first of June 1921, envy, greed, and jealous took control, and a Black Holocaust in America was about to unfold. This race riot was one of the most violent ever carried out on American people. It was the largest massacre of non-military Americans in history with no recorded equal.

Within hours, scores of black owned business destroyed on the north side of town. 3,000 men, women and children missing or dead, and hundreds could not be found. Over 600 buildings destroyed, looted, and no longer around. Hundreds of homes lit up the skies as they burned right to the ground. Meanwhile, good white Christian families just watched and stood around, witnesses to the kkk killing anyone who’s skin color was brown.

Little Africa was unlawfully lynched as this massacre went for 72 hours and from yard to yard, until the white sheriff sent his black deputy to call up the State’s National Guard.

The National Guard came to prevent the loss of more innocent lives because death is what they saw, and the first order of business was to establish and enforce Martial Law.

They stopped the killings, aerial bombings, disarmed and sent the klan home, while doing their jobs. But they failed to save hundreds business, dozens of grocery stores, churches, restaurants, hundreds of homes and farms, two movie theaters, banks, schools, pawn shops, jewelry stores, and even a hospital laid in the wake of that hateful and angry mob.

Restitutions, never happened, insurance claims-dishonored and black voices were silenced. Mass graves around the city hid this act of complete and senseless violence.

Impacts, today African Americans have little nepotism and we have lost most of our financial power. We seldom support each other and our money leaves the community within about couple of hours.

Consider this your history lesson for today and do not underestimate your economic might, because if you do not honor and protect what you have, it could be gone over night.

James F. Sears, Jr. Mr. Speaker January 2012

Prison Rules, by James Sears

(The names in this particular poem have been changed to protect the guilty.)

Back, back in the day there was a young man, called Little Kevin, who lived in the hood.
No father, but plenty of sisters and brothers so he did things that could have been miss-understood.

For protection, he joined a gang.
To fit in, he started to speak slang.

Kicked out of school because, he liked to bang.
Out late at night is where, he liked to hang.

And for money, well he be began to slang.
Because robbery and murder were not his thang.

Nor were they in his blood,
See, my man Little Kevin was just a common, everyday, DC, street thug.

By 16 he was the man and by 18 he was the leader by natural selection.
Had a baby on the way because he refused to use protection.

He was still living with his mother when he had his second kid.
That was when he got popped and sent up the river to serve a 10-year bid.

That first night Little Kevin caught hell in the cell he was in.
He went from being the man to being someone’s girl-friend.

Brutally ganged raped, ass-salted, violated, modern slavery, was what he faced.
He was forced to follow Prison Rules if he wanted to one day walk out of that place.

There were many rules he had to follow but I will only highlight three.
The first rule was, Little Kevin had to sit down, no standing while he peed.

This might not sound like a lot but stay with me if you can.
Sitting down to pee sends a psychological message that you are not a man.

The next rule was easy to follow while serving time.
He had no possessions because Little Kevin’s prison lover told him “Boy, what’s yours is mine!”

Everything Little Kevin owned belonged to his man.
His food, his cloths, and even his life were in another man’s hands.

The next rule is the reason why I am here with my tongue wagging.
For the next ten years, Little Kevin was forced to walk around prison with his pants sagging.

Check it out, sagging pants is like wearing a wedding ring while you are in jail.
It let’s everyone know that someone already owns and controls your tail.

This gave his man the ability to always see Little Kevin’s butt.
And it gave him easy access when he wanted to get that nut.

For 10 years Little Kevin lived like this so that he would not be beat.
He followed prison rules until the day came when he was able to reenter these exact streets.

From street king, to jail house queen, and now he was an actual hood legend to the youth.
See, Little Kevin’s prison lover was locked-up for life so he would never be able to get out and tell you all the truth.

Little Kevin’s body was free but his mind was still in prison as he was out on the streets bragging.
So he continued to sit down on the toilet to pee and he kept on wearing his pants sagging.

The youth saw Little Kevin as a hero, role model, and legend who followed no rules.
So they copied his style, his sagging pants, because it was perceived as being cool.

Now, when you see young people out there wearing their pants low, you know the truth.
And you need to recognize the impacts people like Little Kevin and his prison lover have on today’s youth.

James F. Sears, Jr September 2011

From the Heart of a Military Leader, by James Sears

Have you ever stood strong when fear was all around?
I mean, did you actually stand tall while others fell to the ground?

Have you ever done what common sense said not to do?
Even when others ran and said, “Come on man, do not be a fool.”

Has fear ever gripped you so tightly you had to concentrate just to breathe?
I am talking about the kind of fear that brings even the strongest men down to their knees.

Have you ever had to remain calm and lead others to a safe place;
while fear was clouding your judgment and causing your heart to race?

Have you ever been so engulfed by fear that 48 hours passed without you missing a single beat?
Heck, I almost went three days on just two hours of sleep.

Have you ever thought, this could actually be the last breath I take; because death was all around you with no room for error, absolutely no room for a leadership mistake?

Have you ever been so frozen by fear that you just did not know what to do?
I have, but I had to go on because 237 Soldiers were looking at me to lead them through.

See, fear in the face of leaders could destroy the will of many people;
while fear that goes un-faced could become deadly and extremely lethal.

Ok, well have you ever had to give an order that even you were afraid to carry out yourself?
I mean, a command so crazy you would not do it for all the world’s wealth?

Have you ever had to send someone out on a mission you knew they may not complete?
That would be one of those nights were this leader did not get any sleep.

Have you ever had to give CPR to someone who worked for you?
Well, I worked on Specialist Sierra for over one hour but he just did not pull through.

Have you ever had to carry the body of someone who saved your life?
The whole time I was thinking, what in the world am I going to tell his wife?

Have you ever had to tell someone that her loved one was no longer alive?
Trust me, you can actually see her heart breaking through the tears flowing from her eyes.

Have you ever stood over a person who was dead due to an order you gave?
Look, do not stand too close at the funeral because you might want to jump into his grave.

Have you ever had to stand before a grieving family? Yes, it is completely sad.
Their Soldier gave his life for his country and all I had to give them back was a U.S. Flag!

I am a leader of Soldiers because that is what I was called to do, and just for the record,
I am not telling you this to prove anything to any of you.
Most people just do not understand a true combat Soldier, warrior, and leader.
Well, here are some insights for all you poetry writers and readers.

How did you feel when the World Trade Center fell, the Pentagon got hit, and those planes hijacked?
This leader was devastated! Thousands dead on my watch, and it was my job to prevent those attacks.
You really do not understand the sacrifices we have made for the armed forces.
Heck, I have missed birthdays, holidays, anniversaries, and been through a couple of divorces.

We learn loyalty, honor, and respect for the U.S., for government, and for freedom, but we actually fight for our fellow Soldiers, you would understand if you ever took the time to meet them.

So yes, I have faced fears for you and even for those that act like complete jerks,
because failure is just not an option for me in my line of work!
I am a descendent from kings, forced into slavery, then turned into a Soldier so here is my quote,
Brothers “I fought for this country before I had the right to vote.”

I am the Buffalo Soldier who fought the Indians and settled the west.
Absent from those history books, it was my blood, sweat, and hard work that helped build the U.S.

I bravely charged up San Juan Hill and was later discredited in the press;
because racism would not let the world view me as this nation’s best.

I am that courageous hard-working Sailor who signed up at that local rally;
to learn I could only serve my country from deep in the ship’s galley.

I am that black flier who defied all odds to fly, fight, and win.
Well, you may have heard them say that I am one of those Red Tail, Tuskegee Airmen.

I fought in all the U.S.’s conflicts to include two world wars to stop global oppression,
but it was not until the Korean War when we overcame segregation.

The media and the public want you to call me a hero,
but you treated my Vietnam brothers, those Soldiers, like complete zeros.

Those Vietnam Warriors followed orders, fought with honor, and had no regret,
but when they came home, they came home to your insults, no cheers, just total disrespect.

Well, this leader has faced his fears through multiple wars in the Middle-East.
So, I salute those Soldiers dealing with fear right now because they allow us to enjoy reading poetry in peace!
James Mr. Speaker Sears