Can U Love Me: A Memoir...A Tribute
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"Can U Love Me" is a memoir about Nicholas “NinosCorner” Battle, a young black child growing up in his hometown of Shreveport, Louisiana. A single-parent household, coupled with the “crack” epidemic, made life for this 80’s baby very challenging. The introduction of Hip-Hop gave him an outlet to cope with
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Can U Love Me - Nicholas Battle
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my son LanLan. You will never under- stand how much you have changed my life. You truly inspired me to start writing and without you, this book would have never come to fruition. To my wife, my rock, and my foundation...Vada Vada. Thank you for being my greatest cheerleader and supporting me through everything. I love you two more than I can ever explain.
I want to also dedicate this book to my mother, Billie; my late grandfather, Earl; and my two late grandmothers, Vergie and Mattie Pearl. You molded me into the man I am today. I am so grateful for all the valuable lessons you taught me. I love you and I can never, ever repay you.
To the city that made me...Shreveport. I love you 318. From Southern Maid Donuts (the one off of Hearne Ave); to Southern Classic Chicken; to the late Freeman and Harris restaurant. I feel like no other city could have prepared me for life like you have. Shreveport, I will always love you.
Last but not least, to Hip-Hop. I Love You.
Contents
Dedication
Foreword
Preface
TRACK #1: THE GENESIS
TRACK #2: WHY
TRACK #3: START FROM SCRATCH
TRACK #4: FATHER’S DAY
TRACK #5: YOU’RE ALL I NEED
TRACK #6: SO MANY TEARS
TRACK #7: TRIUMPH
THE SOUNDTRACK
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Foreword
He’s not going to remember this, but I first met Nick when I was a green-as-hell freshman at the University of Texas in the Fall of 2002. I was walking aimlessly through Jester Dormitory with some fellow Black freshmen when we encountered Nick kicking it with a similar group of upperclassmen. At the time, I thought they were seniors, but I came to find out later that they were just sophomores. I remember being full of anxiety as they approached us. Who knew what these obviously cool upper-classmen would have to say to a square, never- been-away-from-home 18-year-old like myself. I have never been so wrong and full of unnecessary nervousness. Nick and his homies were as welcoming as possible, offering us much advice and kind words. I forgot his name immediately after we left their company. I’m terrible with names. But, I remembered his face and I deeply cherished the interaction. That momentary exchange helped me feel more comfortable in my new and incredibly overwhelming social environment.
Black boys from inner-city environments like Motown
in Shreveport, Louisiana or the Southside
of Houston, Texas often find it difficult to remain their authentic selves while climbing the ladder of success.
Society teaches you that the community that raised you is inadequate, that your dark skin is threatening and that your native tongue is unintelligible.
As such, many of us respond by shedding any signs of ghetto
life, hoping to quietly assimilate into the dominant culture. Not Nick. Not Nick at all. I first witnessed this when we were both resident assistants. I remember seeing him at resident life meetings, walking around with a big smile on his face, full of young Black male energy. He was hip-hop to his core, from his fashion to his language to the mu- sic that pumped from his headphones. He knew he was smart, hardworking and had much to offer the world. Honestly, I looked up to him from a far. I saw him as a true model of Black manhood even though he was barely in his 20s. We’re in our 30s now and I still see him this way.
Speaking of Black manhood, African American fraternities often catch much flack. Some say they are elitist, sexist, full of artificial relationships and violent. I spent the first couple of my collegiate years feeling the same way. I was a private person who enjoyed the company of a very small and select group of friends. But, at some point early in my junior year, a member of Alpha Kappa Alpha challenged me to think beyond myself and consider ways that I could serve the campus and the larger Austin community. She suggested joining a fraternity as an option.
Despite initially dismissing the idea, she actually sparked a slight interest that eventually turned into a legitimate desire. I wanted the brotherhood, the collective ideals and I wanted to represent a larger movement as I served the world. I’m not going to lie, I considered other organizations. I had Alphas in my family and I look good in red. But Nick, being a member of Phi Beta Sigma meant a lot to me. He’s someone I looked up to and I felt like, since he was cool, the other brothers on campus must be as well. One night, I randomly sent him an email regarding my interest in joining. He never responded. But I pursued it anyway.
The Sigma initiation process allowed me to get to know Nick on a much deeper level. I remember truly bonding with him for the first time when he randomly visited my dorm room. He shared his experiences in fraternity life, asked about my feelings regarding our initiation process and we discussed my college experience in general. We definitely talked about our love for hip-hop, especially our shared Nas fandom.
As you’ll see in this memoir, hip-hop has long been a source of empowerment for Nick. The same is true for me. Joining a fraternity is, at the very least, a complicated experience. But similar to our first encounter during my freshman year, Nick provided comfort and security with his words. I became a member of Phi Beta Sigma in the Spring of 2005. Nick was one of my prophytes and I was truly honored to share his line number. What up, Deuce! Blu Phi!
Nick’s story is one of incredible trials and remarkable triumphs. It is the account of a young black child born into circumstances that could have led to him becoming a statistic. But the love of a dedicated mother, support from other family members and his own intelligence and resilience enabled him to realize his full potential. Nick is not simply sharing his story out of vanity. Rather, he’s using his life to help others navigate this often-treacherous world. As he shares his en- counters with poverty, broken homes, gun violence and addiction, Nick teaches us how to interpret and defeat any destructive force that stands in our way.
With Can U Love Me: A Memoir...A Tribute, Nicholas Battle gives us the blueprint to find success in a world built for us to fail.
Written with much love and respect,
- Langston Collin Wilkins, PhD.
My brother, Nicholas Nino
Battle... When I met Nick, the year was 2003. I was on the 5th floor of the athletic dormitory of The University of Texas at Austin’s Campus. My twin cousins, Ashton and Aaron Collins, were star track athletes there, in which whom introduced me to Nino. He was the Resident Assistant and the coolest guy to know. Real laid back, down to earth and an intellectual fellow from the Deep South just like the twins and I, so it was no question that we clicked immediately.
At the time, I was going to Concordia University, a private school also located in Austin, Texas, but I would spend most of my days in the UT dorm, roaming the campus, or in the studio about 45 minutes up the road. Nino already knew about my music and would share his opinion and even constructive criticism as needed. I was appreciative of that then and still am today. He’s a true friend, always a man of his word, and one you can count on for sure. It is years down the line and Nino’s never changed one bit.
Well organized and well-groomed, anything Nino does will always be well planned out; which is one of the main reasons why I can’t wait to get my copy of this book signed because, far beyond being a brother, I am definitely a fan of the lifestyle decisions my friend makes. Sometimes I borrow from his tenacity and push harder on my own day-to- day grind. He's what we all need, a man of his word. A brother from another, Nino’s always been that reliable brother, friend, husband, father, and son. Much love and success bro! Thanks for keeping it real and true with me from Day 1.
- Jerome Kashflow
Stampley aka SoundsGoodAlready
Preface
As I sit back and reflect on the events that have transpired through- out my life, I realize that my simple beginnings in my hometown of Shreveport, Louisiana are far too familiar in the communities that house children who look
just like me. Single-parent households, coupled with the crack
epidemic, made life for us 80’s babies more challenging than those before us. But, the resiliency of my peers spawned the birth of a generation founded on a hustler’s mentality.
Whether the hustle was legal or not, we had to be go-getters.
Sons and daughters had to provide for ourselves due to the disassembly of the family structure our predecessors were accustomed to. It may not have been a perfect situation; however, we made the best of it.
Some of us were fortunate enough to make it out and become America’s worst nightmare...an educated, street-smart entrepreneur. Others weren’t so fortunate, but the reasoning behind their misfortunes are understandable. Sometimes, the worst option to pro- vide for yourself and your family is the only option presented to you, especially if the foundation of your family unit is as shaky as a nine- month old baby attempting to walk for the first time.
Some of us had no other way out, except for a route that only had one option leading to a path with no light at the end of the tunnel. Equal-footing with our cross-town counterparts was hardly ever an option, so we had to force our way into their sophisticated ecosystem. Ruffling feathers or not, we would make our presence known.
The fuel behind my motivation was music, especially Hip-Hop. Scarface taught me why I only saw emotion from a hardened male after a death. 2Pac taught me about the struggles of teen pregnancy within my community. Nas taught me that I can be whatever I want to be because the world is mine. In all honesty, Hip-Hop raised me, and in some instances, Hip-Hop saved my life.
On Tuesday, March 3, 2015, my life changed forever with the birth of my son. Holding him in my arms for the first time, I knew my mission was giving him every opportunity never afforded to me. God willing, I’ll do that.
I want my son to understand what I had to endure in order to create the life he’s accustomed to. I want him to hear my story from me. No one can reveal my truths except me. So, son, as you read this, just know that your father has come a long way from his beginnings, but my principles and guidelines that I’ve instilled in you are deeply rooted in our Shreveport foundation. You will feel my pain through these pages, but take in no discouragement from my transgressions. Stay relentless and true to yourself in your pursuit of greatness. As you read this book, I want you to keep an open mind and enjoy the soundtrack to my life. I Love You.
TRACK #1: THE GENESIS
Artist: Nas
Album: Illmatic
Nasir Jones created one of the most in-depth and influential rap albums of all time. The Genesis, or the beginning, of this album sets the tone for the project in its entirety; just as this first Chapter,
or should I say "Track," does for my entire book.
Regardless of how this goes down, I gotta keep it real.
In 1983, two family’s lives were forever changed through the creation of a young black child, born to two children who did not understand the severity of the situation at hand. My father, Carlos, was a slender and handsome young man that was the apple of his mother’s eye. He was the oldest of two sons. His younger brother, Rodney, was a role model to me throughout my years on this earth.
My mother, Billie Renee, was a beautiful and smart woman that was her mother’s, Vergie, sixth born child of eight. As with many larger families of that time, the oldest child residing in the home be- came the surrogate mother to their younger siblings. In this case, my mother helped raise her two younger brothers, Bryant and John-John; two males that would become important figures throughout my life.
It was the week before Christmas of 1982, and my father’s parents, Earl and Mattie Pearl, were sitting at their kitchen table. Mattie Pearl was fixing her signature breakfast; grits, eggs, down home sausage, and toast for Earl and the two boys.
Earl, Carlos, Rodney! Come to the kitchen. Breakfast is ready,
she yelled.
My PawPaw Earl sits up in the bed, dressed in nothing but his grey boxer briefs. Aww, it’s too damn early for this shit,
he yawns as he gets up and walks down the hallway leading to the kitchen. He sits down at the table as my grandmother simultaneously brings him his plate.
Mattie Pearl,
says PawPaw, You know I don’t eat this without no damn hot sauce.
My grandmother scurried across the kitchen to hand PawPaw his Louisiana hot sauce. She sits down next to her husband and begins to eat.
Carlos...Rodney,
she yelled. Get yo ass down to the kitchen and eat your breakfast before it gets cold!
Yes Ma’am,
yells my father. Rodney,
says my father, How in the hell are we going to tell Momma and Earl?
Tell em’ what?
My Uncle Rodney said grudgingly.
About Billie and Daphne,
whispers my father. Man, they’re gonna kill us!
As a few minutes pass by, my PawPaw now begins to yell at the boys.
If y’all don’t bring yo asses to this kitchen, I’m going to come back there and get you myself.
My father and uncle finally get to the table and sit down. My dad begins to eat, but my uncle Rodney is a little hesitant this morning.
Rodney, what’s wrong with you boy?
Earl inquisitively asked.
Nothing, just tired,
replies Rodney as he begins to nibble on the eggs and grits.
As the family continues to eat, my grandmother begins to rattle off a few commands to my PawPaw.
Earl, I need you to go pick up a cake from Louis’ house today for me. I told her you’d be there by 1 o’clock. And when you go to County Market, pick up some mustard greens for dinner tomorrow...
Got damn, Mattie Pearl! I got off at 2 this morning,
hollered Earl.
Well...
my grandmother replies before Uncle