My name is Jaiah Scott.
And Herstun invited me to come introduce myself to you all.
The name is Jaiah Fombah Scott Jr. to be precise.
When I’m in a good mood I tell people it is a prestigious African name that means tall, dark, and handsome.
With a big penis.
I have to tell that joke because I can’t get a straight answer out of my dad.
For years, I would ask my dad what it means and he’d just mumble —
“English is a stupid language…
It means your handsome.”My father when asked about the name Jaiah
Anyways, my dad is a pretty dope guy. Actually, he’s pretty much the best man I’ve ever met. And I’ve met President Jimmy Carter.
I haven’t met President Obama yet but my daddy is still better because he has more swag than President Obama. I’m not hating. I’m just spitting facts.
Jaiah Fombah Scott Sr.
The year was 1980. The country was Liberia, West Africa.
You had the small, elite, politically, and economically dominant group called the Americo-Liberians.
They were the descendants of freed slaves from America. Then you had everybody else. They were indigenous tribespeople whom the Americo-Liberians referred to as “Bush people.”
My dad was from the bush but the boy was smart, educated, and likeable.
He was able to get a job with the local mining company which was run by the Americo-Liberians.
My mom was pregnant with their first child but pops had a good job so life was looking good, right?
In April of 1980, an indigenous Master Sergeant named Samuel Kanyon Doe was fed up with the small group of elite Americo-Liberians running things and he led a “revolution” (I believe the French call it a coup d’état).
Doe and his people murdered the president and several other people and took over the government.
Here’s where the details get messy because my dad doesn’t talk about it much—
He had nothing to do with anything.
He just wanted to work and take care of my mom.
However, because he was working for the Americo-Liberians, he was thrown in jail.
I don’t know for how long.
I think he told me once it was for a few weeks or a month but it definitely wasn’t some “get out on bail the next day” type of stuff.
Doe would go on to rule the country for a little more than 10 years until karma caught up with him and he was murdered by a guy who shall remain nameless because he’s still alive and I don’t want those kind of problems.
His name was Prince Yormie Johnson.
To say the least, my father wasn’t playing around with this bullshit.
Through a local missionary my dad was able to come to the USA in 1982 for his college degree.
My dad’s final choice was between Princeton and Prairie View A&M.
“The black people in the pamphlet looked like they were having more fun.”My dad on why he chose Prairie View over Princeton.
My mom came to America in 1984, two years after dad, and my sister followed, in 1985.
I was born in 1986 in Waller County, Texas. My brother was born in 1988.
I say all that to say, I’ll be using this space to mainly write about politics.
Anything I write about —
(especially concerning the US Presidential election)
— will be influenced by the fact that we live in a world that —