B Kenyan

JCJ:
Black Panther power wasn’t claws, man. It was breakfast. It was books. It was knowing the law better than the cops who broke it.

BKenyan:
Exactly. Power scared them because it was organized, disciplined, clean. That’s why COINTELPRO came down like a plague. Not bullets first—lies first.

JCJ:
Divide and conquer. Oldest trick in the empire playbook. Take a movement built on unity and turn it inward. Whisper campaigns. Fake letters. Snitches. Ego traps.

BKenyan:
They didn’t just jail Panthers. They fractured the soul. Took neighborhood defense and twisted it into neighborhood war. Set brothers against brothers. Red rag, blue rag—while the FBI watched from the shadows taking notes.

JCJ:
People still think Bloods and Crips just “appeared,” like spontaneous street weather. Nah. That was fallout. Political radiation. A movement bombed from the inside.

BKenyan:
And then Hollywood comes along decades later like, “What happened?”
Nah—you know what happened. You paid for it.

JCJ:
That’s why I don’t buy the fed fairy tales. X-Files bullshit.
Fuck Mulder and Scully.
The truth wasn’t “out there”—it was stamped CONFIDENTIAL and filed in a Hoover cabinet.

BKenyan:
Real conspiracy isn’t aliens. It’s paperwork. Memos. Budgets. Quiet approvals to ruin lives.

JCJ:
Black Panther power was the antidote: community control, political education, self-respect. That scared them more than any gun ever could.

BKenyan:
Because once people know who they are and who’s lying to them, the game’s over.

JCJ:
And that’s why they never stopped trying to rewrite the story.

BKenyan:
Yeah. But stories have a funny habit.
They come back—stronger—when people finally compare notes.