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Being West Indian And African American

By: Saint Twenty December 31, 2025

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Listen, as a Caribbean person this was a tough choice. At the same time deuces curry chicken. I’ll live. Had it been switched out with escovitch fish or salt fish, ackee and dumplings, then I’d be screwed.

I love my culture. It wasn’t until “Fever” by Vybz Kartel played in a taxi that the distinction between being African American and Caribbean became clear. I knew all the words. Possessing not a drop of West Indian ancestry, my African American friends did not. In the United States it’s easy to forget black people aren’t a monolith. Via:_FoodZ0ne_

Stop Maligning Basquiat

Recently I’ve come across a slew of misguided conspiracies regarding Jean Michel Basquiat. Specifically the purchasing of his art by satanic elites. First off he’s one of the most renown artists of all time, any sane collector would salivate to get their hands on his oeuvre. Same as his contemporaries Andy Warhol & Keith Haring. Demonizing him, belittling his technique, typically comes from talentless white people, who have no art education. Literally no business commenting on a profession they don’t apprehend. Not one of them able to replicate what he’s done. If they could it wouldn’t be nearly as eloquent, takes talent sweetie. Basquiat is a member of the 27 Club for a reason, he wasn’t down with the depraved shit (read Revelation 8: The 27 Club).

Only the good die young, because Mick Jagger kills them for refusing to yield to his devilry. Controlling powerful people is what sustains him. What he’s not going to do, little baby dick bitch, is run me. I will fuck that nigga up. I’m a Goddess, he’s the creation. His attributes death, tests, magic and destruction come from me. Perverting my dark side. Michael Philip Jagger attests to my superiority by text (read Mick Jagger The Misogynist). I can grant and take his powers, don’t ever fucking forget it. As he learned yesterday, I trapped him. Melanie Hamrick is a blessing indeed. The next time I aim to kill him, Lewis Dvorkin will allow it (read Melanie Hamrick: A Lesson From God). He better get to work, Satan is of more value to me without his body. Also I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO MAKES MICK MONEY, INSTEAD OF POPPING OUT A BABY AND USING HIM FOR FINANCIAL GAIN. I digress.

Haitian people are exceptionally powerful when it comes to magic. Elite Satanists are attempting to harness Baquiat’s energy to amplify their witchcraft, capturing his essence through items. I’m also Haitian and Queen witch. Our bloodline is so strong the Devil himself has made several visits to Haiti, referencing the country in his work. Energy is everything indeed. Photographer: Gianfranco Gorgoni

Updated: 8/27/2025 12:59am

AOC Is Anti-Black

Why am I removing AOC from office? I gave Western Beef multiple chances to settle after being racially profiled twice, I entered my public accommodation complaint May 6th 2025. A mostly Hispanic company, I was treated differently than the customers of said descent.

First time December 10th 2023: After purchasing something, even receiving cash back, I was immediately accused of stealing by the Hispanic security guard. I opened my bag after he falsely claimed he saw me on camera stealing. My only crime, being black with a hoodie. Got it on camera. I wrote to customer service and let it go. Not wanting to attack other people of color.

Second time August 2nd 2024: I couldn’t find what I was looking for, while leaving audio messages to a friend. Touching nothing due to the specificity of my desired item, I left. The black security guard said I looked suspicious, again I was wearing a hoodie. I opened my bag, he apologized profusely and I let it go. On my way out the general fucking manager, a Hispanic woman, announced to the entire store that I was stealing and a broke bitch. Everyone from the cashiers to customers looking at me. Mind you I was leaving peacefully. I called her out and she tried to backtrack. I dragged that bitch to pieces. Also caught on camera. I’ve NEVER seen such unprofessionalism in customer service, from management no less.

At this point I gave Peter Castellana a chance to resolve the issue, he refused. I gave him a deadline of when I’d be filing a complaint. AOC with her fake woke, maybe from the Bronx, maybe Jewish, deceitful, working for the Murdoch’s, satanic ass, removed my complaint. I knew something was up when I didn’t receive an email detailing what I wrote. I refiled and made my attorney Tali Farhadian Weinstein aware and like magic my complaint went through, with a receipt to match. AOC is one of those Hispanics who thinks she’s above black people and considers herself white adjacent. She’s a clown ass bitch. Never forget South America accepted the Nazi’s after WW2, giving them refuge. They need to learn this lesson in deportation. YOU’RE CONSIDERED THE HELP TO THESE WHITE PEOPLE. THEY DON’T TEACH THEIR KIDS SPANISH, THEY TEACH THEM MANDARIN & FRENCH. THEY DON’T COPY YOU, THEY COPY BLACK PEOPLE.

Third time June 23rd 2025: I didn’t have a hoodie on and gave security my empty tote bag upon request. Once I saw other customers had their shopping bags, specifically a Spanish speaking Afro Latina woman, I got off the line, snatched my tote from the guard and used it for my groceries. Exiting, I was surrounded by three Hispanic men with the security guard accusing me of stealing. Mind you he just saw me purchase food. Lacking remorse I have him on tape giving me the middle finger. Clearly they teach their workers to profile African-Americans.

Catcus Holdings and AOC don’t like black people. Why should I feel bad about deportations? This is their slavery, their Japanese internment camps, their Chinese exclusion act, their Holocaust. Their moment to understand where they fall in the social hierarchy of white supremacy. The abuse doesn’t come close to slavery, where we were imported, or the Holocaust.

I’ve been nothing but an ally and can’t say the same for the aforementioned parties, nor the following: Salma Hayek, Lauren Sanchez, Andy Garcia, Zoe Saldana, Jessica Alba, Jennifer Lopez, Bad Bunny, Camilla Cabello and more. They ran around with neo-Nazi’s and participated in hate crimes against me (Kardashian Jenner clowns). Where were they when I kept José Alba out of jail, giving him my evidence to sue Alvin Bragg (read Alvin Bragg Lives In Sue City)? Helping Joe Biden & Mick Jagger traffic Hispanic children. The reason the border was opened (read Joe Biden The Satanic Racist). They’re reaping what they sow, denying their own African roots, but using the N-word liberally. Where’s the lie? If you disrespect me, you will suffer the consequences. I’m Haitian, Djon Djon a Haitian restaurant helped financially abuse me. No exceptions, now Haitians are dealing with deportation (lucky I’m going to help them by utilizing our magic). Hubris won’t be tolerated, I’m a wrathful Goddess. How you treat me is how I treat you multiplied, Kali & Shiva. Via: GQ

Updated: 7/17/2025 4:02am

Born A Seer

By: Saint Twenty February 26, 2020December 7, 2023

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“You’re that conspiracy theorist that nobody believes, but you’re always right.”-Rakim

Demons, ghosts, the soul within your flesh chamber, you name it I see it, or have seen it.

As I grow older all these ancient proverbs ring truer than true. The eyes really are the windows to the soul. At first it started off as clairsentience, the ability to feel clearly. Energies, other peoples emotions, beguiling objects; walking down the street I could look at the 15th floor of a building and know it was haunted. That whatever resided in there was looking down at me, sensing my acknowledgment. Male, female, century, attire, all things I could pick up. I’d never seen anything when I was younger, with the exception of my grandmother’s house at nine.

Red numbers beamed from the small radio alarm clock, alerting me that it was precisely 2:38am. How bizarre, I never wake up from deep sleeps, was my first thought. The air was stiff and eerie, all the lights out, creating different hues of darkness, the only way objects stood out in the landscape. Separating our room from the living room, where my grandmother slept on her pull out couch, leaving the bedroom to us, were these wooden venetian doors. They were kept open so the industrial fan could rotate air between us. There it was. At first I thought I was seeing things. But this figure was shorter than the fan and it’s eyes beamed red like the clock. He was wearing a hat, with a shirt the shape of a Hawaiian button down, it had shorts on and a grin that was somehow contained and exceeded the oval shape of his face. But it was the arms. Longer than it’s body, the arms curled up behind him swinging back and forth, never touching the floor. This being was not human. Scared to death I nudge my sister Whitney and cousin Breon silently awake, was the apparition real? None of us said a word, but we all saw it, we stared at it as it stared at us grinning insidiously. We were entranced for a good ten minutes. Afraid it would come closer, we wrapped the blankets over our heads, leaving only space for our noses to peek out. I found out that this demon was called the Short Man, often accompanied by the Tall Man. Shadow people. Years later my sister described them both, as she saw the Tall man too that night.

Twenty five was a turning point, my abilities magnified and I couldn’t control them. I started to see things, I mean really, really see them. I was terrified living in a haunted apartment in west Harlem, 3am on the dot and the whole place would come alive. I found myself unable to move with an animal growling in my ear, I’ve waken up with three doctor like figures looking down at me as if they were operating, I’ve heard my name called down the hallway. One day I told my roommates and they’d experienced some of the same things too. However no one saw anything like me. This is why I went to the psychic to know what I was. My estranged father is Haitian and openly practices voodoo. These capabilities are in my blood. The psychic taught me how to meditate, creating a barrier between myself and unwanted entities.

It bogles my mind, the humans myopic minded enough to believe we’re the only beings inhabiting this universe. Animals can pick up ranges of sensory information unbeknownst to us, a dog whistles frequency exceeds our scope. A born seer, I never had a choice, this gift to see souls, to pass spirits along to the other side (which I’ve done for friends and those who come to me), premonitions…it was passed down to me. So when I warn others about someone’s true intentions, or a nefarious being I only need say it once. I have a proven record. Heed my advice, or learn the hard way, either way it comes to pass. Photo: Elle Gramm

Luka Sabbat Style Icon

By: Saint Twenty September 26, 2019September 26, 2019

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My fellow Haitian. One of the most stylish people on the planet. He grew up equally in New York City and Paris, which is a killer fashion combination. It means he’s edgy and chic, punk rock and tailored. Look how he makes something as bleak, as that gray American flag ensemble, look exquisite. Photos: Luka Sabbat