Love Factor: The Balancing of Two Urges

wild african loveFor as long as I can remember, I’ve dreamt of an amazing love; the type of love that transcends spiritual, emotional, and physical boundaries. In order to achieve this love that I require, I must educate myself on the urges of love, then I must learn to manage their balance. There are two love urges that are innate to all humans. One is the ‘give urge’, which is the impulse to exert love; it can be defined as external love satisfaction. The second is the ‘receive urge’, and this urge is an impulse that consumes love, and can be called the internal love satisfaction. With awareness of these human urges, comes the responsibility of managing them; make no excuse; they are directly interrelated and interdependent upon each other. More importantly, is the responsibility of educating yourself on the consequences of imbalance. The prerequisite for any conclusion must be the accurate defining of the word love.

Love, according to Webster, is a feeling of strong or constant affection for a person. When an individual feels affection for a person, they associate feelings of warmth, fondness, devotion, endearment, and friendship with that individual. These are all positive, and invigorating feelings that act as stimulus in a process of positive reinforcement. As humans, we all possess instinctual urges targeted towards the love factor. One of those urges is the ‘give urge’. This is our innate desire to exert love to those around us; this desire can be summarized as an external love satisfaction, since love is indeed a desire. While the ‘give urge’ can be looked at as both noble and selfless, complications can arise when this urge heavily outweighs its counterpart, the ‘receive urge’.

Humans have many natural drives, desires, and urges. One important urge, that helps prevent insanity from loneliness, is our ‘receive urge’ for love. This urge is the source of our hunger for affection, passion, and acceptance. Individuals who share mutual desires for affection from each other are indeed participating in a mentally, spiritually, and physically healthy practice; a practice that assists in their individual internal love satisfaction, as well as their strides in the process of self-actualization. How does the ‘receive urge’ assist in self-actualization, which is the process by which individuals discipline their behaviors to align with the idea of self-identity. Humans tend to see their selves as the reactors to outside influence. They also receive conformation in their worthiness of love, through the actions of the one’s they love (even when an individual’s worth isn’t rooted in the acceptance of individuals, external reinforcement aids in validating the thought of one’s self). Though the ‘receive urge’ is critical to feelings of internal love satisfaction, and can be associated with quality of knowing one’s self-worth (that you are worthy of receiving the love you’ve always imagined), a disproportionate amount of this urge could have consequential effects.

black couple formalThere is an old saying that “too much of anything is bad for you”. This can be summarized by the Chinese concept of Ying and Yang, which emphasizes the importance between a healthy balance of good and bad (pleasure and pain). It can argued that neither virtue would have affect or effect without the other, because our reactions are derived from the shifts between the two imposing stimulus. This is also the case when speaking on the balance between the love factor ‘give’ and ‘receive’ urges. Focusing wholly on giving leaves the individual in an emotional despair due to love deficiency. Someone who chooses to take this route will find themselves having feelings of decreased worth, loneliness, and they may even begin to feel ostracized and unappreciated. Placing all of one’s focus on receiving will lead to selfishness, and self-centeredness. Someone who takes this route will over time drain the love from the people they contact (since they don’t give, that love in those individuals will never be replenished), and will eventually find themselves alone, with no one to feed their egos.

I have a goal to engage in a mutually incredible partnership with a Beautiful Black Queen (BBQ). In order to achieve this, I must know that love is the state of continued affection towards someone. I must also become aware of the two urges of love: the ‘give urge’, and the ‘receive urge’. Along with educating myself on the existence and functionality of these urges, I must also come to understand the importance of a healthy balance of the two. So, to my future wife (the Queen of my empire), I expect you to expect as much love as you give. I require you to require and demand that corresponding treatment. I will accept nothing but what meets the standards that I have for myself, and you meet those standards. I want you to know that, though I am the head of the house, you are still the right side of my brain; know that I will stand with you on any and every occasion, and I can’t wait to fall in love with you. Get ready to receive and give, because I have the urge to show you exactly what I’m talking about. Signing off, but never offline!

Written by: Eugene ‘Geno’ Stanley

A Letter to the Women of Revolutionary Combat



To make a public apology, and inquire about how the populous of revolutionary women want to engage in combat.

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This letter is directed towards all of the women who served in revolutionary combat on December 19, 2015, in Chicago, Illinois. During the demonstration, there was a lot of emotion and energy in the atmosphere. During one point of the march, we citizens encountered our first standoff against the police state. During that time, it was clear that police had drawn a line in the sand, and for a moment, it appeared as if we were almost ready to cross that line by force and number. During that moment, my instinct told me to order the children and women to the rear ranks. I proceeded to do the same each time confrontation was a possibility.

After the demonstration of power, I agreed to go to the 18th precinct to await the release of the only person to be arrested by the Chicago Police Department (three people received citations). A friend that came with the arrestee approached Ja’Mal Green and I, and told us that his friend was arrested while no one was looking. Ja’Mal then called the precinct, and they confirmed that he was there. A lawyer was dispatched to the jail for him, and his friend and I left to see to the safe release of our comrade.

When we got there I met the most beautiful black queen in uniform. She was very kind and warm; she seemed much more like a friend’s mother than a police officer. A friend’s mother I’d flirt with, might I add. She kept us up to date with his processing, and we had a very funny conversation. During the almost two hour wait, the friend of the arrestee walked to a nearby restaurant to get us some fried jumbo shrimp. He hyped them up to be a bit more than they actually were, but they were good indeed. I was especially thrilled when she announced that he was being released. She was an amazing woman, but not amazing enough to make me want to kick the bobos in the precinct!

On the ride back home, I found myself engaged in conversation with my two brothers of the struggle. We spoke on a wide range of topics, but one stuck with me enough to make me write this blog. The arrested demonstrator brought up the calls for Black men to move to the front ranks of the group; the calls that I initiated. He said that some women might’ve taken that offensive. It might’ve been perceived as a minimization of the capabilities of women in revolutionary combat. He mentioned how women were on the frontlines, and actively engaged in battle in contemporary warfare. I pleaded my case until the moment where we positively agreed to disagree.

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I haven’t forgotten that conversation, and I finally mustered the courage to confront this topic. So, to the revolutionary woman, I apologize if I offended any of you. My intensions were to build a protective covering over all women and children. I personally have come to believe that men should be on the frontlines. I no longer want to make offensive statements, so revolutionary woman, what role do you want to play? Is it offensive to want to protect the vessels of human life?

***I’d like to try something different this time. I love the support that you all give me, and I love all of the support. If you found this blog informative and/or interesting, PLEASE LIKE, SHARE, and COMMENT!!!! Thank you so much, and be blessed. Signing off, but never offline!***

Tale of a Beautiful People: A Complete Spectrum

Today is December 19, 2015, and it is currently 1:41pm. Who cares what time it is one may ask. The answer is, me! There has never been a time more important than now to be politically, economically, and spiritually active. This country has seen many revolutions over the course of it’s history, but the Chicago Communal Revolution is one of epic importance. Why do I chase protests on a day such as today; seeking to find a peripheral to utilize all of the energy I have held captive inside of me? Actually, it was yesterday (December 18, 2015), but I haven’t slept so it doesn’t count. I do it because I’ve been searching my whole life for a place I can find a giant bath tub of love.IMG_20151218_150646745_HDR

Freedom is love. Freedom, to me, is the absence of oppression; be it external or internal. When looking from an individual perspective, my bad habits, cognitive processes, biases, and lack of knowledge all hold me down. Taming them is truly a man’s defining accomplishment. Well, today, none of those negative qualities mattered. I was a freedom fighter, I was an outcast, and I was a rebel! That didn’t make it a loving atmosphere; that was done by the hundreds of other people who showed up to support African people here in America, and internationally.

There were at least one hundred white people who stood, and marched, and fought, and cried, and screamed with us. It filled me with a joyful spirit that gave me moments of flight; as if God himself was carrying me across the city. I’m not talking about one event either, because I was up early this morning at midway airport blocking traffic to the country’s 25th largest airport. That event was an appetizer though. It was amazing, and invigorating. It was powerful, well organized, strategic, and effective, but indeed it left me thirsty for more.

I walked across the street contemplating the evening’s revolt. I stopped in Dunkin Donuts for my usual medium coffee, 1 cream, and 1 sugar, and a white woman paid for my coffee. She walked out as I looked at the cashier, hot tears teetering on the lids of my eyes. My body was given strength, as if God knew I would need more love to fight the evil that was laying before me. As I boarded the CTA orange line train towards the loop from Midway, I saw a beautiful young black sister that I had seen several times during the demonstration. She smiled at me, with the secretive insiders smile. The smile that says, we aren’t robots, and society hasn’t been programmed to interpret it.

We spoke for a short time, but I was very captivated by this woman. It felt as if I had met her before. Not just that, she is my Black sister feeling either. But anyway, I asked her how she found out about the airport demonstration. She explained that she had met the organizer at the Black Friday Protests last month. We ended up talking for a nice moment, and somehow she mentioned that she was a civil rights attorney. I was shocked, only because she looked so young. She asked me about how long I’ve been writing, and I told her going on five years, but I took a hiatus. It was a very intriguing conversation, but even more, it reminded me of the progress that Black people have made. I spent the next 15 minutes on the train in silence, gazing blankly out the window; for once I was allowed to soak up the feeling of success.

I got off the orange line at Roosevelt, and rode back south into the city. I had lost my headphones at the demonstration, so I couldn’t drown the world out with music like I usually do. That was actually a blessing, and allow me to explain why. Had I been wearing them, I would’ve never spoke to that woman on the train, and I would’ve never heard God when he spoke. I found myself on the last car of the train soliciting information to patrons about the coming protest, and explaining my love and good wishes for them. I spoke to them about my sheer hatred for Black on Black violence in my neighborhoods. I explained that I’d sacrifice my life in defense of any of our children. When I finished with each car of the train, I told them how much I loved them, and to keep us in their prayers if they couldn’t make it to the protest. One old lady was sitting down, and she stopped me after my speech with her soft, beautiful, and experienced voice. She removed her tan wool glove from over her beautifully aged caramel black hands, and spoke to me, “I want to shake your hand baby, thank you”. I instantly rebutted, while reaching out my hand, “no, I am shaking your hand, I remember the Chicago School Movement; I’m just picking up where you left off Queen.” She smiled, and I shook her hand, and walked away quickly before tears began to flow from my eyes. Yes, I am very emotional for some odd reason.IMG_20151218_100954230_HDR

I stopped at the house for no particular reason at all. I flopped onto the futon for 10 minutes then, got up to leave for the next protest. I got downtown and stood in front of the place for 30 minutes until it was about to start. I then started to ask questions. Well, comes to find out, I’ve been standing in the wrong darn spot for all this time, and missed the very beginning of the protest. There was at least 100 people there when I got there. By mid-demonstration, that number would grow to at least 600-700 people.

The crowd listened on as the event organizer, Ja’Mal, and a few other important revolutionaries addressed the public. They began to get the crowd pumped through the use of energetic, catchy, and exciting chants. Maybe 1 hour into the revolt, and I looked around, and there were every type of happy, enthusiastic, angry, disgusted, and united people there is on this planet. I mean people of all races, social class, and cultures. Hell, there was even a woman there from Ferguson. I ran, at least countless amounts of times, from the frontline to the rear ranks to both spread information, and to talk to these people. I got a chance to help white people, brown people, red people, and yellow people. See, that’s the thing about revolutions; they unite people! Which leads me to know that a revolution is the removal of the veil of hatred, prejudice, envy, jealousy, and self-loathing.

The protest lasted at least five hours. I’d hate to be the blogger dishing out inaccurate information, so I’ll leave that to someone else to publish. They key of this blog is to tell you that there is no better feeling than the freedom that love provides. Love is protection, caring, sacrifice, compromise, gentleness and sometimes firmness. All of these things were laid on the line today to call for the unity of all Chicagoans, to demand justice for Laquan McDonald, and to remove Rahm Emmanuel and Anita Alvarez from their current positions. What do I want you to take from this? Get up and fight, or lay down and be brutalized. Either way the whips will crack; my wounds will be on my face, as opposed to my back. Signing off, but never offline.

Written By: Eugene ‘Geno’ Stanley

Chicago Communal Revolution

Waiting On Justice Is Like Waiting For A Unicorn To Come Change Your Life

On December 15, 2015, I attended a public hearing at City Hall in Chicago, along with several of my colleagues, with the purpose of allowing the Fraternal Order of Police president (FOP- Dean Angelo), an Independent Police Review Authority (IPRA) representative, and the Chicago Police Superintendent (acting- First Deputy John Escalante), to speak about their handling of the death of Laquan McDonald. They also spoke on their inability, or lack of desire to fix the terrorist practices, and ill dealings within the Chicago Police Department. City Council members seemed to all have wanted to get their paws on FOP President, Dean Angelo. Cook County state’s attorney Anita Alvarez, and current Chicago mayor Rahm Emmanuel, decided it’d be best to cower from the bubbling ridicule and resentment of the citizens of Chicago.

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I sat astounded as I listened to testimony on how the City of Chicago had paid out over $500 Million in settlement money, stemming from complaints on police brutality over the last decade. I was even more confused when I listened to the response from Dean Angelo. He seemed to not care that tax payers were footing the bill for grotesque police misconduct; a half a billion dollar bill at that. When asked by an alderman if he would object to settlements for cases of police brutality being paid out of pension funds, the FOP president declared that he would most certainly be opposed to that idea even being considered. He was also asked if he would object to a tax being imposed on all officers to help mitigate the city’s settlement expenses, and he went down as not being opposed to negotiating that as a possibility.

During what can be described as a blatant slap in the face of the families of those horrifically martyred by Chicago police officers, FOP president Dean Angelo told the audience that no matter what the officer has done, he will defend that officer legally, and work diligently to ensure that the officer doesn’t accrue lost time from work. If the FOP has the primary concern of legal defense for officers, then them being involved in every aspect of officer’s profession is a conflict of interest. I believe the FOP should work as a union, and cover the cost for 3rd party legal teams to defend officers in cases of alleged police brutality. According to Dean, public attention should be concerned with the PTSD the police officer’s suffer after these events. While explaining examples of these cases of PTSD, he mentioned instances that all included officers having to respond to an accident where they saw dead children, and a few instances of adult bodies being discovered. What he didn’t mention was cases where vicious savages with badges murder innocent people, then have a hard time sleeping at night.

When asked about the frequency of use of deadly force in African American neighborhoods, the FOP president told aldermen that CPD only has 760 tasers to share amongst the department. He also testified that only 1 in 5 Chicago police officers are certified to use tasers. What are the rules of engagement, and the rules to the use of deadly force for the CPD? Is deadly force the only option when a police officer interprets that a situation is beginning to escalate? This is a clear depiction of the police state’s value on black life. Injustice seeps from the pores of an organization that is controlled and manipulated by power drunk public officials.

Next, an alderman asked Dean Angelo why he didn’t fire Van Dyke sooner. He replied, once again, that his only priority in any complaint of police misconduct, is defending the officer, and ensuring that he doesn’t incur any lost time on the job. The alderman then asked him if there were any procedures in place that could’ve had ex-officer Van Dyke terminated immediately. He then disclosed that there is a procedure in place, which shocked everyone and caused disapproval by Black Lives Matter protesters observing the address. According to him, IPRA could’ve recommended that the officer be fired. The process would’ve taken 30 days after the Board of Police approved the recommendation. This raises more suspicion about all parties involved in this case.

Chicago is bubbling close to full blown revolution, and there are more people politically involved than ever before in history. Police brutality and terror plague black communities all over the country. Consistent protests have dealt a great blow to business in downtown Chicago since the release of the tape showing the murder of Laquan McDonald. Protesters are calling upon elected officials to take immediate action at resolving this issue of brutality and terror in the Chicago Police Department. They are also calling for the immediate resignation of Rahm Emmanuel, and Anita Alvarez. Why are there only 760 tasers, but over 8,000 officers? Why are good officers afraid to speak out against misconduct by their peers? Should periodic training and certification be beefed up for all officers? The point is to figure out what we can do to totally reform a policing system that is rooted in racist beginnings. Whatever is decided upon as the course of action, it needs to happen NOW, and citizens are demanding that we be involved in decision making processes from now on. Signing off, but never offline!

By: Eugene “Geno” Stanley