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Trump’s Michael The Blackman and Me:
The Students of Yahweh Ben Yahweh
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, Gold Star families 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. 

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.

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.

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! Michael The Blackman & Yahweh Ben Yahweh.

Maurice was 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!

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.

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. This is Trump’s black supporter, Michael The Blackman, my used to be coon-ass friend!

Khalil Amani is gay hip-hop's "Straight Advocate." He writes for Allhiphop.com, DJ Kay Slay’s Originators & Straight Stuntin Magazines. He’s been featured in L.A. Times, Spin Magazine, DaveyD.com, The Biography Channel. Author of six books, including the groundbreaking “Hip-Hop Homophobes…” (iuniverse.com ’07). Follow on IG @khalil_amani, Facebook, Twitter @khalilamani.

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