VI: Baraka gets tea and sympathy

Baraka, speaking to a sympathetic Virgin Island audience, peddled his woes which he says arose because of his "poem"

"Somebody Blew Up America," a controversial piece on the terrorist attacks of Sept. 11, 2001, that he read with a range of song, to hushed tones, to a screeching pace, causing the crowd gathered to clap and stand in appreciation.

"I've been beat up and kicked. These people have jumped on me all together," Baraka said of the resistance he faces. "But I didn't let them stop me."

Baraka needs to share his true identity and position with his audience also. He should say that his full title and name is Imam Amiri Baraka, and that that reflexive Islamic Jew- and America-hatred is what provides the context for his "poem" Somebody Blew Up America.

Listen up, Baraka! It wasn't somebody; it was a bunch of your jihadist co-religionists that blew up the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and went down in a field in Pennsylvania. Let's retitle the poem here: "My Jihadist Co-religionists Blew Up America." They'd like to "blow up America," but the U.S. military is busily tracking them down and killing them. The ones who are alive are like beau-rats that can't come out of their holes. How's that?