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Maury must be stopped.

No one has profited more from Black people being ignorant than he.  I know the old saying: “Mama’s baby, Papa’s maybe.” But, contrary to popular belief, Black men love their children. 

Everyone loves children.  Even if Black men realize that they aren’t bringing much to a household, they know that there is magic there.  That magic might be scary, like all magic, but it’s there. 

There isn’t much difference between the love that develops between a man and a child with his D.N.A.  and a man that a child that he has raised.
I am my father’s son.  No, I’m not light skinned or a hustler, but I laugh when I hear something funny.  I’ll sit on a porch and dink liquor all Saturday morning.  My toes are extraordinarily long (just like his).  I will see a beautiful woman and take notice just because I am a man and that’s what a man does.  My dad raised me well.
When you see a Black man on Maury, you know he is going to be running from the responsibility of being a dad.  Any knuckle head can father a child.  It takes love and a little courage to raise a child; be it girl or boy, and Maury is getting rich off of the Black men that run from that power.
Loving people is hard.  If you love a child, it could cost you a good 80% of your disposable income.  Hell, being in love with anything could cost you all of your money, but happiness is the only thing that is good in and of itself.
To show so many Black men (and women) that are not happy with the birth of a child, Maury has shown Black people as heartless in the rearing of the future leaders of this world.  People in Black communities know that this isn’t the real truth.
However, niggas really need to step up their willingness to be a father.  It doesn’t matter whose nuts the sperm came from.  Kids need fathers.  Kids need masculine love.  Someone needs to give it to them so that they understand masculinity as something that sustains better than it destroys.

It is a shame that Black men haven’t made a statement about how much they love their children but its real fucked up that Maury has made so much money from making us look bad.  As for all the Black men that go on the show and dance around and want to make fun of the situation, they too need to be dealt with. 

It cannot be a part of Black culture that all children can be denied unless science says so.  I don’t have any children but I have seen the love in the eyes of kids.  I cannot deny that.  Anyone that does needs to be stopped.   Just like Maury.

Comments

  1. I know I'm late, but seriously, what do we do to stop him?! I'm all about it!

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  2. Keep the money coming in to planned parenthood and sex education would help.

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