Trapped in a Culture, Afrika Bambaataa and the Zulu Nation, Part 5 of 44, Rommell Washington 

If you have issues with the title, take it up with STAR. I have said my peace and moved on - www.metropolisnewspaper.com/articles/why-i-am-not-changing-the-title-zulu-nation-hip-hops-first-gay-family New York Prison Orientation Video ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-PTsFRdCQkGI.html

This bigger than “the first hip hop family” there are so many gems in these interviews 🤞🏿 your channel is necessary for “us”

What this brother is saying is very deep, and I really hope the eight thousand-plus people had viewed this video. Really digest the science he is dropping mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. Now, if you take the time to watch this psychotherapist's eyes, and his mannerism. You can see he had to digest a lot of horrific information from his clients. I know a young lady who was a forensic psychologist she ended up on permanent disability. Because a client was describing how enjoyed raping a baby and how he did it. So, yes we must take care of ourselves completely, money can’t buy your mind back once it is completely gone.

I’m amazed you were able to interview all these people. Your style and questioning is definitely on point. Salute🙌🏿🙌🏿🙌🏿😎

I'm from the BX and this my Era. My take is during the 80s was the Crack Era and while kids parents were smoking Crack partying they kids were running the streets. I feel this was social engineering from back then. We still missing major factors Queen Latifah, Jungle Brothers, Tribe called Quest, Lil Wayne, Fab Five Freddy, Freddie Gibbs, KRS1, and this is just memory. That means they support this lifestyle and they are all gay/bisexual.

Ok...I want to share my little story about bambaataa. I'm from CT. Back in @93 I was Zulu chapter 860. It was a Friday night. Me and my boys k(I'm omiiting his name) and gooba were in Hartford trying to figure out what we were getting into that night. Someone had the idea to go to the "city" (NYC). We agreed, even though we only had a couple dollars to our name, but fuck it. A quick greyhound trip later, we're in NYC; Washington square park, to be exact. We're chilling, freestyling and soaking in the creativite energy aka hip hop. It's now @4 or 5am. We're tired but still walking around. We find ourselves at port authority. There were no buses heading back to CT, yet, so we decided to take a nap on the steps. So, we sit back to back to back to get some rest. We get waken up shortly after by the police. It is now Saturday. Early am. We go to McDonald's in times square and decide, " fuck it. We're already in the City. We might as well just make another day out of it!" Hell yeah. But, we were broke AF. Now, my boy, "k" says, " yo, I'm gonna make phone call to Bam(baataa)." Gooba and I say, "ok. Fuck it." "K" gets off the phone and says it's a go! Off to Bronx river we go. We get there, go up to the apartment (I can't remember the floor, but if I had to guess it was no higher than the 6th floor; maybe 4th) in the PJ's, overlooking the community center. We knock and get greeted by 2 big security looking ahki's. Everything is cool. They offer us some homemade iced tea (delicious) and me and gooba go to the living room (to the left of the entrance. Straight ahead was the small kitchen. Fridge on the left. to the right of the entrance was a small hall way. The first door on the left was the bathroom. Straight ahead was the bedroom. I only remember one bedroom, but it could've been two. If it was two, then bambaataa was in the room on the left.) Me and gooba get comfortable on the couches. "K" goes to bam's room. We're not homosexual, so I didn't think anything of it. Gooba and I fall asleep watching " leprechaun" on the TV (it might of been a floor model... seriously). An hour or two go by and I wake up. I see "k" and he looks extremely comfortable. No shirt on. No socks on. I'm like, "damn. I didn't know you and Bam(baataa) were that cool!?" (In my head). I already was "impressed" that "k" had his number, but now it's pretty obvious that they really knew each other. "K" says, "come here". I'm groggy ASF but think that we're about to politik about what we're going to do for that day. I go. I walk into the dark bedroom, only lit by the TV light. I see Bam. The bed was directly located to the left of the door. He's laying down on his left elbow. I say peace ahki and enter the room. This is my very first encounter with him. It was extremely non-formal. I almost felt like I was intruding on his Saturday morning. Anyways, it was quiet, and there was nowhere to sit other than the floor. So I took a seat. "K" followed. Now, I'm confused by the silence. Then, the TV starts. I now realize that there's a porno playing. Girl and guy. I wasn't too surprised cause I already knew some people that would watch porn with their brothers and/or cousins. In fact, they would have sex with girls in the same room at the same time. Sometimes, they would run trains, too. But, I was alot more conservative than them AND I never did that shit with my family; but to each their own. The porno starts playing. I'm confused. I'm waiting for the conversation about what we're gonna do today to start, but it doesn't. After about 10-15 seconds go by and the awkward silence is broken by Bam's even more awkward question. "Are you a lotion, Vaseline, soap, or all-natural?" I literally had no fucking idea what he was referring to. It took several seconds to register wtf he was talking about. When it finally clicked, I said, "nah, I'm good!". I now had a feeling of what was taking place and then proceeded to get up and excuse myself back to the living room. I guess the politikin was gonna have to wait. But, I found it weird that this dude was so comfortable. Mind you, this was my very first time meeting him... smh. Also, I was only 15/16. On one hand, it was almost a compliment because you would only be that vulnerable with people you trust. But, on the other hand, this shit was one of the most disturbing things I've encountered. There is no fucking way that this was what I expected meeting Afrika bambaataa was gonna be like. I felt betrayed, somehow. Let down. Zulu was supposed to be an alternative to the gang shit that Hartford, CT was over run with. He was supposed to be a mentor. A leader. I would never do some shit like that. And he's supposed to be better than me. Hence, my confusion. We ended up hopping into his old, black, Chevy trailblazer to a little corner diner. I had no money, so I had to watch them eat... Smh. We then headed to 125th for some reason, then I headed back to CT. Gooba, "k", and I still have never talked about that day. Needless to say, I left Zulu. Good riddens. TC Izlaam was the truth, though. Rip (RESPECT). #FACTS

Miss Leila, I'm binging on your channel and giving a thumbs up to all of your work. Your work is amazing 💖

The way he describing these characteristics of the perpetrator is the same as a narcissist. Certain people have been shivengolied!

Leila you asked some great questions here!

yes ive watched that doc from afghanistan. they dress them in girls garb put makeup on them n all that. they start with 4-5yr olds soon as theyre outta the diaper stage

Leila keep coming, with the 🔥 people need to 👂 this #regular

This is crazy cuz every one new

The Zulu are from south africa These people have no real blood ties or lineage to the Zulu. They are confused

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18:12 Victims of rape Don’t turn around & then rape (or start any other deviant behavior) themselves? That’s hard to believe.

The booty bandit Zulus 😂