Next time you wanna blame rap music, rappers, and black people for their condition, don’t forget to point out the Jews behind it all.
This part of the series will share how rap music and movies are being used to maintain the system of racism/white supremacy and its effects on black people. It’s often said that rap music plays a part in the demise of black youth—and I would agree. But while the artists behind the destructive lyrics are to blame, nobody ever points a finger at the owners of these record labels who control the content, and its distribution. When you dig into who’s really running the show, you’ll find a few corporations and a handful of people of so claimed Jewish descent.
I briefly shared in part 3 how news media is used to manipulate the minds of both black and white people to keep us divided and to engineer thought and behavior. In part 7 of this series, in the last video interview with ex-drug kingpin Ricky Freeway Ross, he mentions how the 70s Blaxploitation films were a primer for the drug culture, prostitution, and violence in black communities; and how the music now, specifically rap, is used as a weapon.
Before I move to the music I want to share what black film archivist and historian Charles Woods (a.k.a. The Professor) had to say about Blaxploitation films reason for their rise to popularity.
You can check out his exclusive interview on Reel Black TV below. This video is part of a series, and I have to warn you, it does include short clips from those early movies that contain explicit content, so be prepared to mute and look away briefly.
To summarize the video: “black” movies were created to calm black people down. The civil rights movement was still in effect during the late 60s and blacks were still raising hell because of their oppression. The system of white supremacy realized that cinema could be used as a tool. Up until the 70s, cinema was “all white”, and while black characters were included, they were subservient, weak and losers.
This new genre depicted black people as the heroes. The leads were either fighting crime, or being heads of their own criminal organizations. And for the first time it showed black people kicking white butt; it even had interracial sex. These were all the things black people wanted to do in real life but weren’t able to express on a broad scale without terrible consequences; and all of which was never allowed to be depicted in cinema until then.
In these movies, blacks were the winners and whites were the losers—and the system worked—black people calmed down. Instead of going outside, protesting and rioting about oppression, a black man could sit inside a theater and watch Jim Brown kick some white tail, and that was satisfying enough for him. However he was still oppressed, but now pacified through a fictional story.
While these films seemed like a good thing at the time, it wasn’t. It may have paved the way for more black actors in Hollywood, and put more money in a few pockets, it did a lot of damage. It pacified the cry of oppression, it created new stereotypes about black people, immorality was glorified and it preconditioned the black community for the onslaught and devastation of crack-cocaine, gangs and violence scheduled for the next decade.
Predictive programming is a subtle form of psychological conditioning provided by the media to acquaint the public with planned societal changes to be implemented. If and when these changes are put through, the public will already be familiarized with them and will accept them as natural progressions, thus lessening any possible public resistance and commotion.
When you think about how black film was used in the 70s back then, blacks aren’t the only ones this is being done to. Many of the major American movies have long been used as tools to shape the minds of people. Conscience movies like The Matrix is a good example, and the latest one is the Hunger Games Series. We’re expected to enjoy these movies, agree that there’s some truth to them, be happy the hero won and then go back to our real life cages doing nothing about our collective oppression under a world controlled by the devil.
Movies are not evil in themselves, but they are used to distract, pacify any uprising against the establishment, indoctrinate us with lies, defile our souls with immorality and, of course, program us for future events.
The oppression of black people and humanity as whole is real, and movies are one of the tools used to keep the world in bondage.
Now back to the music.
As a follower of the true and living God, you should understand the power of music and how it can shape the mind. Minister and prophet G. Craig Lewis’ “The Truth behind HipHop” DVD series exposes the destructive power of worldly music.
But can rappers rap about something other than fornication, genocide, theft, money, pride and drugs? Sure they can, but at the expense of their careers. Rappers are being controlled on some level as Rapper Scarface exposes. If an artist attempts to produce something that is constructive which goes against the agenda of the owners of the record labels, they’ll just be dropped from the label and replaced. Money talks and there’s always another talented, but impoverished ignorant and foolish black person who will sell their soul for riches and fame at the expense of everyone else.
It’s been often said that negative rap is what sells. But I disagree with that. Positive rap is just not promoted enough to sell because there’s an agenda to put out harmful garbage. In addition to that, if you feed a generation a steady diet of hamburgers and chocolate shakes, pretty soon that’s all they’ll want. And that’s what I believe happened with rap.
But rap music wasn’t always destructive. It was the youth’s music, we created it, we owned it. It was something constructive (not necessarily holy or righteous), but constructive. Rappers used to expose racism, talk about knowledge of self, stop the violence, unity, getting a college education, and dancing and partying. But at some point it turned into gangbanging, thuggin, arrogance, boasting, ignorance, getting riches, selling drugs, killing black people, killing the police, devil worship and disrespecting black women. Rap music was moved into a new direction—it became a weapon.
What happened? When did it start? Around the same time drugs and guns were dropped into black communities by the CIA. Here’s an interesting anonymous letter that spoke so much to how rap became the garbage that it is today and why. This letter was originally posted on HipHopIsRead.com on Tuesday, April 24, 2012:
“The Secret Meeting that Changed Rap Music and Destroyed a Generation”
This anonymous letter landed in my inbox about a minute ago:
After more than 20 years, I’ve finally decided to tell the world what I witnessed in 1991, which I believe was one of the biggest turning point in popular music, and ultimately American society. I have struggled for a long time weighing the pros and cons of making this story public as I was reluctant to implicate the individuals who were present that day. So I’ve simply decided to leave out names and all the details that may risk my personal well being and that of those who were, like me, dragged into something they weren’t ready for.
Between the late 80’s and early 90’s, I was what you may call a “decision maker” with one of the more established company in the music industry. I came from Europe in the early 80’s and quickly established myself in the business. The industry was different back then. Since technology and media weren’t accessible to people like they are today, the industry had more control over the public and had the means to influence them anyway it wanted. This may explain why in early 1991, I was invited to attend a closed door meeting with a small group of music business insiders to discuss rap music’s new direction. Little did I know that we would be asked to participate in one of the most unethical and destructive business practice I’ve ever seen.
The meeting was held at a private residence on the outskirts of Los Angeles. I remember about 25 to 30 people being there, most of them familiar faces. Speaking to those I knew, we joked about the theme of the meeting as many of us did not care for rap music and failed to see the purpose of being invited to a private gathering to discuss its future. Among the attendees was a small group of unfamiliar faces who stayed to themselves and made no attempt to socialize beyond their circle. Based on their behavior and formal appearances, they didn’t seem to be in our industry. Our casual chatter was interrupted when we were asked to sign a confidentiality agreement preventing us from publicly discussing the information presented during the meeting. Needless to say, this intrigued and in some cases disturbed many of us. The agreement was only a page long but very clear on the matter and consequences which stated that violating the terms would result in job termination. We asked several people what this meeting was about and the reason for such secrecy but couldn’t find anyone who had answers for us. A few people refused to sign and walked out. No one stopped them. I was tempted to follow but curiosity got the best of me. A man who was part of the “unfamiliar” group collected the agreements from us.
Quickly after the meeting began, one of my industry colleagues (who shall remain nameless like everyone else) thanked us for attending. He then gave the floor to a man who only introduced himself by first name and gave no further details about his personal background. I think he was the owner of the residence but it was never confirmed. He briefly praised all of us for the success we had achieved in our industry and congratulated us for being selected as part of this small group of “decision makers”. At this point I begin to feel slightly uncomfortable at the strangeness of this gathering. The subject quickly changed as the speaker went on to tell us that the respective companies we represented had invested in a very profitable industry which could become even more rewarding with our active involvement. He explained that the companies we work for had invested millions into the building of privately owned prisons and that our positions of influence in the music industry would actually impact the profitability of these investments. I remember many of us in the group immediately looking at each other in confusion. At the time, I didn’t know what a private prison was but I wasn’t the only one. Sure enough, someone asked what these prisons were and what any of this had to do with us. We were told that these prisons were built by privately owned companies who received funding from the government based on the number of inmates. The more inmates, the more money the government would pay these prisons. It was also made clear to us that since these prisons are privately owned, as they become publicly traded, we’d be able to buy shares. Most of us were taken back by this. Again, a couple of people asked what this had to do with us. At this point, my industry colleague who had first opened the meeting took the floor again and answered our questions. He told us that since our employers had become silent investors in this prison business, it was now in their interest to make sure that these prisons remained filled. Our job would be to help make this happen by marketing music which promotes criminal behavior, rap being the music of choice. He assured us that this would be a great situation for us because rap music was becoming an increasingly profitable market for our companies, and as employee, we’d also be able to buy personal stocks in these prisons. Immediately, silence came over the room. You could have heard a pin drop. I remember looking around to make sure I wasn’t dreaming and saw half of the people with dropped jaws. My daze was interrupted when someone shouted, “Is this a f****** joke?” At this point things became chaotic. Two of the men who were part of the “unfamiliar” group grabbed the man who shouted out and attempted to remove him from the house. A few of us, myself included, tried to intervene. One of them pulled out a gun and we all backed off. They separated us from the crowd and all four of us were escorted outside. My industry colleague who had opened the meeting earlier hurried out to meet us and reminded us that we had signed agreement and would suffer the consequences of speaking about this publicly or even with those who attended the meeting. I asked him why he was involved with something this corrupt and he replied that it was bigger than the music business and nothing we’d want to challenge without risking consequences. We all protested and as he walked back into the house I remember word for word the last thing he said, “It’s out of my hands now. Remember you signed an agreement.” He then closed the door behind him. The men rushed us to our cars and actually watched until we drove off.
A million things were going through my mind as I drove away and I eventually decided to pull over and park on a side street in order to collect my thoughts. I replayed everything in my mind repeatedly and it all seemed very surreal to me. I was angry with myself for not having taken a more active role in questioning what had been presented to us. I’d like to believe the shock of it all is what suspended my better nature. After what seemed like an eternity, I was able to calm myself enough to make it home. I didn’t talk or call anyone that night. The next day back at the office, I was visibly out of it but blamed it on being under the weather. No one else in my department had been invited to the meeting and I felt a sense of guilt for not being able to share what I had witnessed. I thought about contacting the 3 others who wear kicked out of the house but I didn’t remember their names and thought that tracking them down would probably bring unwanted attention. I considered speaking out publicly at the risk of losing my job but I realized I’d probably be jeopardizing more than my job and I wasn’t willing to risk anything happening to my family. I thought about those men with guns and wondered who they were? I had been told that this was bigger than the music business and all I could do was let my imagination run free. There were no answers and no one to talk to. I tried to do a little bit of research on private prisons but didn’t uncover anything about the music business’ involvement. However, the information I did find confirmed how dangerous this prison business really was. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. Eventually, it was as if the meeting had never taken place. It all seemed surreal. I became more reclusive and stopped going to any industry events unless professionally obligated to do so. On two occasions, I found myself attending the same function as my former colleague. Both times, our eyes met but nothing more was exchanged.
As the months passed, rap music had definitely changed direction. I was never a fan of it but even I could tell the difference. Rap acts that talked about politics or harmless fun were quickly fading away as gangster rap started dominating the airwaves. Only a few months had passed since the meeting but I suspect that the ideas presented that day had been successfully implemented. It was as if the order has been given to all major label executives. The music was climbing the charts and most companies when more than happy to capitalize on it. Each one was churning out their very own gangster rap acts on an assembly line. Everyone bought into it, consumers included. Violence and drug use became a central theme in most rap music. I spoke to a few of my peers in the industry to get their opinions on the new trend but was told repeatedly that it was all about supply and demand. Sadly many of them even expressed that the music reinforced their prejudice of minorities.
I officially quit the music business in 1993 but my heart had already left months before. I broke ties with the majority of my peers and removed myself from this thing I had once loved. I took some time off, returned to Europe for a few years, settled out of state, and lived a “quiet” life away from the world of entertainment. As the years passed, I managed to keep my secret, fearful of sharing it with the wrong person but also a little ashamed of not having had the balls to blow the whistle. But as rap got worse, my guilt grew. Fortunately, in the late 90’s, having the internet as a resource which wasn’t at my disposal in the early days made it easier for me to investigate what is now labeled the prison industrial complex. Now that I have a greater understanding of how private prisons operate, things make much more sense than they ever have. I see how the criminalization of rap music played a big part in promoting racial stereotypes and misguided so many impressionable young minds into adopting these glorified criminal behaviors which often lead to incarceration. Twenty years of guilt is a heavy load to carry but the least I can do now is to share my story, hoping that fans of rap music realize how they’ve been used for the past 2 decades. Although I plan on remaining anonymous for obvious reasons, my goal now is to get this information out to as many people as possible. Please help me spread the word. Hopefully, others who attended the meeting back in 1991 will be inspired by this and tell their own stories. Most importantly, if only one life has been touched by my story, I pray it makes the weight of my guilt a little more tolerable.
So basically, the record label owners purposely altered the content to influence drug culture, violence and everything else negative which would lead black males to prison to become slaves for corporations. And who signed up to deliver the lyrics? None other than these “niggas”:
While Ice-T was the first real gangster rapper, it was the N.W.A. that popularized gangster rap and rose to the top of the charts. They were a hit overnight. Most of us believe these men were in that secret meeting. I wonder who came up with the name of the group? This image above is of N.W.A. then, and now. Ice Cube (bottom left) and Dr Dre (bottom right) are some of the most successful and famous rappers today. But it came at a price—the destruction of so many black lives. Now they’re glorified in their own 2015 biopic “Straight Outta Compton.” It bothers me to look at these men, knowing what they’re responsible for.
Now, let’s look at who owns these music labels. There are 3 big music labels and these three own all the other smaller record labels. The big three are:
Owned by Comcast which is owned by Roberts Family, CEO Brian L. Roberts
Owned by Access Industries which is owned by Leonard Blavatnik
Owned and controlled by Doug Morris
All three of the above men are of so-called Jewish descent. Here’s a chart of who controls the rest of the media arms in the world. This is an old chart from 2012 so some information has changed. Comcast now owns GE (General Electric).
When you search out who runs and/or owns these corporations, you’ll find more men of so called Jewish descent. So what’s my point here? Well, Jews claim to be the descendants of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. American Christians are encouraged to send money and bless the people of Israel. But being Israelites, the chosen people of the most high God, there are consequences for such sins against humanity.
To destroy multiple countries with fornication, lies, abortion, violence, witchcraft, murder, drug abuse and homosexuality (with Tel Aviv, Israel being named the gayest city in the world)—don’t you think a holy God has a problem with that? Especially with a people he supposedly chose as his own? Don’t we read in the bible of multiple times where he sent his people into captivity for these sins against him?
The world’s media is immoral and they control it. If these were righteous men, they wouldn’t allow that kind of content. Yet sin prevails through their media. The bible says there are immediate consequences for such actions for the people of God, but nothing seems to be happening to these men or their people; and they continue to prosper. Where are the curses God said would be laid on their people for this kind of disobedience (Deut chapter 28)? There are none because these are not the real Jews. As expressed in my article about who the real Jews are, these people are imposters. The bible calls them out:
I know thy works, and tribulation, and poverty, (but thou art rich) and I know the blasphemy of them which say they are Jews, and are not, but are the synagogue of Satan. (Rev 2:9)
Behold, I will make them of the synagogue of Satan, which say they are Jews, and are not, but do lie; behold, I will make them to come and worship before thy feet, and to know that I have loved thee (Rev 3:9).
Now of course, not all the people who claim Jewish descent serve Satan, but from the content of the worldly media, it’s clear that these Jewish owners are of the synagogue of Satan. That’s just something to think about. Research Khazarian Jews and you’ll discover their true origins.
So next time, you wanna blame rap music and black people for their condition, don’t forget to point out the fake Jews behind it all. These powerful men could change the content of most of the world’s media tomorrow, but they won’t because they work for Satan while maintaining racism/white supremacy.
Who are the real Israelites? The so called black men and women suffering in the ghettos for their sins against the all mighty God; the ones racism/white supremacy/zionism hits the hardest, that’s who. Pray that they wake up; pray for their collective repentance and bless them if you can.