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 There’s something different about watching a man drop 33. Not just buckets. Not just highlights. Not just a career night that gets clipped up and replayed on ESPN. I’m talking about weight. Because when Terrence Shannon Jr. put up that 33-piece, he wasn’t just cooking defenders — he was cooking everything that tried to bury him before he ever got here. And I recognize that. Not from the cheap seats… but from the battlefield. --- We live in a time where an accusation can hit harder than any punch, any bullet, any prison sentence. A whisper turns into a headline. A headline turns into a narrative. And a narrative — once it gets legs — doesn’t care about truth. It cares about traction. Terrence Shannon Jr. got caught in that machine. Serious allegations. The kind that stain your name before you ever get to speak. The kind that make people look at you sideways, distance themselves, erase you before the facts even have a chance to breathe. But here’s what they don’t talk about enough: ...

By Taj Ashaheed There are moments in life when justice doesn’t arrive as a triumph. It arrives as a correction. A rebalancing. A full circle. --- My recent $240,000 settlement with the Colorado Department of Corrections might look, on paper, like a victory. But the truth is more complicated. It is the endpoint of a decade-long chain of decisions—some personal, many institutional—that reveal how easily systems meant to uphold justice can instead be bent to convenience, pressure, and protection of their own. To understand that settlement, you have to go back to 2014. --- That year, I pled guilty to harassment charges brought by my ex-wife, Dominique. The allegations were false. I intended to fight them. But fighting would have meant sitting in jail for months—possibly a year—waiting for trial. At the time, my teenage daughter was struggling deeply with my absence. So when prosecutors offered a deal—plead guilty, receive probation—I made a calculation. Not about guilt, but abo...

Let me tell you something real quick about #agenda  Instead of giving us a commercial where Magic and Larry were scientists creating the greatest basketball player, going back and forth over what they should name him: "Larry or "Johnson"... And up out of the smoke comes Larry Johnson... Reebok instead put our Muslim brother in a dress... It should not go unnoticed that the commercial didn't happen because Larry didn't want to do it... And now you see why LJ made sure he was was so prominently quoted in the book "40 Million Slave"...

🔥 A Surname Is a Brand A man’s last name is not just something he signs at the bottom of paperwork. It’s not just what’s printed on a birth certificate. It’s a brand. And I don’t mean that in some shallow, social media, logo-and-marketing kind of way. I mean it in the deepest sense—reputation, legacy, identity, and trajectory. Your last name is what your children walk into rooms carrying… before they even open their mouths. I heard NBA veteran Gilbert Arenas say something that stuck with me—that a father’s name is a brand, and that tearing that brand down hurts the children more than anybody. He was right. But I want to take it further. Because for some of us, that name was built through struggle, through survival, through transformation. My name— Ashaheed —means something. It means witness. Not just someone who sees… but someone who testifies. Someone who stands in truth, even when that truth is inconvenient, uncomfortable, or contested. A witness doesn’t get to rewrite the story bas...

Whenever I inevitably hear someone say black people need to get over racism, I think about Thomas Thistlewood, who was a plantation owner in Jamaica and a prolific writer whose diary spanned over 14,000 pages.  Most of it was intricate details of how he tortured and raped slaves.  Thistlewood was the inventor of a particular type of torture called "Derby's dose", which entailed whipping a slave, then soaking their wounds in lime juice and salt and then forcing another slave to defecate in their mouth, bandaging their mouth shut for days.

#RamadanMubarak  The Malê Revolt (1835) — A Legacy of Faith and Resistance This holy month we remember one of the most powerful and least discussed acts of resistance in the Americas: the Malê Revolt. In January of 1835, during the holy month of Ramadan in Salvador, enslaved and free African Muslims—many of them Yoruba, Hausa, and Nupe—organized a carefully planned uprising against Brazil’s brutal slave system. They were known as Malês, a term used in Brazil for African Muslims (from the Yoruba word Imale). What made this revolt unique was not just its courage—but its discipline, literacy, and faith. Many of the Malês could read and write Arabic, something rare in the Americas at the time. Authorities later discovered: •Qur’anic verses •handwritten Arabic plans •protective talismans and prayers These documents showed a level of organization that terrified Brazil’s slaveholding class. On the night of January 24–25, 1835, hundreds of Muslim rebels dressed in white garments—some carry...