Trump’s Michael The Blackman and Me:
The Students of Yahweh Ben Yahweh and our Divergent Paths.
By Khalil Amani
Donald Trump has said some horrendously insensitive things to people and groups. He has offended African Americans, Latinos, Mexicans, women, gays, Muslims, the disabled and children. Had President Obama offended just one of these groups he would've never had a chance at the White House! Trump has been a political bully. As a Democratic black man, I'm partly glad that he won because now America is seeing just how far we still have to go in the humanity-towards-others department. Trump represents the anti-Obama, anti-black, and anti-democractic process. President Obama was simply the band-aid that covered up the racist scar of America and Trump has just come along and ripped the band-aid off and allowed that racist scar to breathe.
Trump's support among black folk was hardly discernible, but there was one black coon raising the banner of Trumpism.
Enter Michael The Blackman aka Maurice Woodside aka Maurice Symonette. He has been spotted on the Trump campaign holding a placard sign that reads “BLACKS FOR TRUMP.” The Republican Party strategically placed Michael The Blackman (heretofore known as MTBM) right behind Donald Trump for all the world to see. The illusion was that there was a groundswell of African Americans that were rallying around Donald Trump and the Republican Party. This was the charade, a smokescreen.
Michael The Blackman holding "Blacks For Trump" sign. Smh. The ultimate coonery! Trump acknowledges Michael The Blackman!
So just who is Michael The Blackman? And why am I writing about him? Because I know him intimately! Our lives and paths are intertwined.
Maurice Woodside aka Michael The Blackman, age 57.
I grew up with Michael in Miami (Carol City), Florida. His mother named him Maurice Woodside. His brother is my best friend since forever! We three attended Miami-Carol City Senior High School (The same school attended by Rick Ross, Flo Rida, Pretty Ricky and a shitload of NFL footballers! Chief Pride!) Michael and I were actually better friends than his brother and I were back then. Michael and I attended Northwestern High’s after school program—P.A.V.A.C.—Performing and Visual Arts Center for drama in 1977. We both were aspiring actors.
Maurice (MTBM) was a singer. His voice wasn’t that great—a two-octave Baritone/Tenor with R&B dreams. I vividly remember him singing in a talent show and I doing stand-up comedy at that same show. Who won that talent show? I did! I was funny as fuck! Maurice would later sing at my wedding with his brother (my bestie) and another dude.
In the Fall of 1979, Maurice/Michael The Blackman, his brother and I were all students at Miami-Dade Community College. Maurice had previously joined Alpha Phi Omega National Service Fraternity, Inc. (Sigma Chi Chapter) His brother and I pledged the fraternity that Fall. This is how we became extra cool. Ten weeks of ass-whippings and initiation and we joined Maurice as brothers of Alpha Phi Omega.
Shortly thereafter, we three were entertaining the religiosity of the Five Percenters—an offshoot of the Nation of Islam. This was our pitstop on the way to joining the Nation of Yahweh—a Hebrew Israelite cult that would push the boundaries of our civility.
I first received literature about the “Yahwehs” (as they were called) in the Spring of 1980. Straightway, I introduced the Hebrew Israelite teaching to Maurice and his brother—along with many others, including my then girlfriend who became my wife. We all jumped headlong into the Nation of Yahweh aka “The Yahwehs.” The Yahweh cult was a racist, separatist organization that taught that black people were the original Jews of the Bible—that white Jews were imposters—that all white people were devils made to be destroyed. The leader morphed from a new-age Moses to God, the son of God.
My last stint with the mentally dead—black people who did not believe in Yahweh was participating in the Arthur McDuffie riot in May of 1980. Even though our Hebrew Israelite teacher, Moses Israel (who would later morph into Yahweh Ben Yahweh) had told us to forego the riots and let “Dead Jacob and Dead Eve” (black people) riot, I could not help myself. I helped the rioters by throwing rocks, looting and burning. I was one of them.
My girlfriend and I married in July of 1980. Michael The Blackman and his singing group, “The Cool Dudes” sang at my wedding. Michael The Blackman and I were from the same neighborhood, graduated from the same high school, attended the same college, were both members of the same fraternity, he sang at my wedding and we were both members of the Yahweh cult. That is our history.
Michael The Blackman singing at my wedding (on far right) when he was a 21 year old Maurice Woodside.
For years, we both were members of the Yahweh cult and pledged allegiance to the leader Yahweh Ben Yahweh. We were his spiritual sons, living in the temple as full-time students and disciples of Yahweh Ben Yahweh. There was nothing we wouldn’t have done for Yahweh Ben Yahweh, including murder! We were brainwashed!
Without going into great detail, as members of the Yahweh cult we participated in beating people and were party to murder. We both were at the temple when dissident former member Aston Green showed up. I stood guard duty at the temple entrance while Maurice and others escorted him to a back room where he was beaten into unconsciousness and then put in the trunk of a car, taken to the edge of the Everglades and beheaded by way of a machete.
Maurice was also in attendance when a supposed karate expert named Leonard Dupree was killed in the temple. Yahweh Ben Yahweh made everyone hit his lifeless body. Michael The Blackman took a tire jack and gouged out one of his eyes. I was the elder in Newark, NJ when I got the call from my wife with the gory details and then later on that night a very cryptic phone call from Yahweh Ben Yahweh himself speaking to me in code about how Yahweh (God) delivered a goat for sacrifice to us for the upcoming Passover the following week. You can Google all of this!
And there is much more, but understand that this was the group from which we both sprang—and the man Donald Trump held up as the representative of black support for his campaign.
I left the Yahweh cult in 1985, having peeped game. I was truly in some bullshit, so I left my wife and two children in the cult and tried to resume a normal life. I started attending Miami-Dade College where I was a Dance major. The school newspaper did an article on my return to school and leaving the cult. In the eyes of the Yahweh cult I became the ultimate Judas—a former member suspected of cooperating with the FBI while dating a “she-devil”—a white woman—and that other lie—that I was a homosexual.
My birth name wan Lloyd Clark.
Indeed, I did started cooperating with the FBI after repeated threats on my life. The word on the street was that Yahweh Ben Yahweh wanted me dead for no other reason than the fact that I left his cult. He knew that I knew what had transpired. There I was walking around Miami with a white woman on my arm—a great no-no in the eyes of the cult.
In 1991 I went public in the Sunday edition of the Miami Herald, telling the world of the atrocities committed by the Yahweh cult. I was now a marked man.
In 1992 Yahweh Ben Yahweh, Maurice Woodside aka Michael The Blackman and others had finally been indicted on R.I.C.O. charges. A trial ensued in which I was the first of a possible 160 witnesses to testify against the cult. In a mass trial, I sat across from and faced Yahweh Ben Yahweh, Michael The Blackman and 14 other members, as they mean-mugged, ice-grilled and shot me dirty looks.
After a protracted trial in which Michael The Blackman dodged a bullet—was acquitted of the R.I.C.O. charges, which he was most definitely guilty of (Hey! That’s our judicial system!), he went home. Yahweh Ben Yahweh was not so lucky. He received 18 years in the pokey where he served 11 years and got out and died of ass prostate cancer. Michael The Blackman was and is a steadfast believer, fan, Stan and dick-rider of the now deceased Yahweh Ben Yahweh. He has now put his feet in Yahweh Ben Yahweh's sandals and has old, rusty-butt, grown-ass men following him around Miami as YBY's successor. They've afforded him a life of living in a mansion, driving a Rolls Royce and if you check out his website, you'll see his proud photos of him schmoozing with D-list celebrities. He's pimping black men in the name of Yahweh Ben Yahweh, the master pimp.
In 1994 I entered the Federal Witness Protection Program after I was informed of the upcoming State trial for Yahweh Ben Yahweh and a court ruled that my whereabouts be given to Yahweh lawyers. I was told that I was on the hit list and would never get on the stand if Yahweh Ben Yahweh could help it. So I let my “Fight or Flight” instincts take over and did what was necessary for survival—go into the Program.
Over the years I became an outspoken critic of Yahweh Ben Yahweh and his teachings. I appeared on three (3) national TV shows—in 1988 on CBS’s “West 52nd St,” in 2010 on The Biography Channel’s “I Survived a Cult” and again in 2013 on The Biography Channel’s “Escaping Evil: My Life In a Cult.” Pulitzer Prize winner Sydney P. Freedberg wrote a book about the cult entitled, “Brother Love: Murder, Money and a Messiah” (Pantheon Books 1994) in which my story is told. In 2007 I penned my autobiography about the Yahweh cult entitled, “My Id: Ignant & Dissfunkshunal! Life in the Yahweh Cult and the Witness Protection Program” (iuniverse.com).
Here is my 2013 episode on The biography Channel's "Escaping Evil: My Life in a Cult."