Tatespeech

I went to my sister's talent show at the school. She was six or seven. I was eight or nine. We sat there and some girl went up to play. She started playing the violin and she made a mistake. She played again, and she made a mistake. And again. And then she started crying. Everyone cheered and clapped for her. And then she finished. My Dad taps me and goes, “How was that son?” I was like, “Shit”. We finished watching the rest of the talent show. Then we drove home. Completely uneventful. We get to the house. Dad gets my sister’s violin, gives it to me and goes, “Play the violin”. “But I can't”. He said, “No, you said that girl was shit. You want to sit there and judge someone who's doing something you can't even do. You said she's shit, so play the violin like she did”. “I can't Dad.” He said, “Then why'd you say she was shit”? He beat the fuck out of me that day. I've kept that lesson forever. Elon's putting rockets in space. He's literally advancing humanity. He's putting chips in people's brains. And there are people on X who’ve achieved nothing, hating on him. I can't put rockets in space. So I respect what he's doing. I respect him as an individual because he's doing things I cannot do. Because that was trained into me on violin day. Next time I was asked, “What do you think of that skateboarder”? I was like, “Well, I can't do that. So I respect them”. Maybe they fell off, but I can't do it. If I want to have an opinion on them, I have to become competent in that field. Even my enemies who I don't like, who I may disagree with ideologically, I can still respect if they've achieved something. I'm not emotional about it. I became very realistic about the world with that one ass kicking. All it takes is one good ass kicking. You learn fast. Kids nowadays don't have that.

My Dad told me, “Son, the world doesn’t owe you shit. You fight for everything”. My Dad was a superhero. Chess master, fighter, genius. Every kid should see their father as unbeatable, and mine was. Chess wasn’t just a game to him. It was war. He’d play chess with me for hours. I’d lose, and he’d say, “Figure it out”. He could talk his way out of anything and beat anyone in a fight or debate. He’d walk into a room, and everyone knew he was the boss. Chess players feared him. Men respected him. I thought he could do anything. A man is a product of his environment. I got my edge from him. That’s why I’m unbreakable. I am who I am because of my father. From my father, I was instilled with a mindset of excellence.

Life was never about bliss. Bliss is the respite afforded by God for you to reprepare. We are here to show God who we really are. You only learn who you really are while God tests you. You earn bonus points for laughing defiantly during the test.

The magic of women is instinct. Women can tell when people lie, especially other women. I get thousands of letters a week from women, usually 40s to 50s, who see through these young girls' lies instantly.

I fell to bits because of the rose, What should I do with a rose garden? Without you, oh, my beloved, What should I do with life, and the world? If anyone else in the two worlds has sight of your face And in that moment my eyes fill with blood, What should I do? In remembrance of your lips, beloved Now and again, I sip, but... What should I do with crimson wine while there’s blood in my heart? What is a tulip in the desert? Scented rose of the coquettish garden, If your shining face isn’t there? What should I do with the moon in the heavens? My world and my life is you, my beloved. Ever since I was cut from the reed bed, My cries have caused men and women to weep. I want a heart torn to shreds by separation, so I may explain the pain of longing...

The universe doesn’t hand out status for free. It makes you take the long scenic route through chaos, stress and high voltage adversity.

Even in this cell. Today is one of the best days of my life. One day, I'll look back on today and smile.

The possibility that dreams come true keeps life interesting.

Being a legend isn’t all glory basking, money and majestic music. It's surviving what destroys others. If it was easy, there wouldn’t be such a short list. It’s an exclusive club with a brutal entrance exam.

You can write to me here: Emory Andrew Tate, 52354-506 FDC Miami Federal Detention Center P.O. Box 019120 Miami, FL 33101

I get thousands of letters, I read every single one, thank you all so much. I can’t possibly shout you all out, but ill start doing two shout outs a week. The letters that made me smile the most this week were: 1) Ben The Beast I see you outside protesting and your letter was great. Can’t wait to see you outside. 2) Linda, the 73 year old woman from Mississippi who watches my videos. Incredible! If I get free, I’m coming over for apple pie.

Tristan: I’m super glad I’m here. Me: Why Tristan: My life purpose wasn’t to have 10 kids or get rich or even be famous, I never cared about any of that. I just wanted to make sure you’re ok. So I’m glad I’m in here with you.

Give a child this choice of: his old toy, with tattered cloth and missing eyes and a terrible stench - or a brand new toy fresh out of the box He will choose the old toy every time. This is suffering, this is experience, this is wisdom to men. You get hurt - badly. But those who need you, love you more than ever.

I am being framed in front of the entire world. Everybody knows what is happening to me. If they can do this to me, with the whole world watching, imagine what they can do to people without cameras watching.

I was brave and what did this land do to me I was free and this land took it from me.

A man’s power is experience. Experience is only gained via suffering. Advice = other people’s experience gained by suffering. Reason = Analyzing how you suffered and if it was worth it. Imagination = understanding the suffering which could happen. It’s suffering that gives man power, that gives him meaning. Like a well-worn teddy bear, who’s comforted a child for years - the more damaged he is, the more valuable he is.

There are times in war when the sharpest emotion isn’t fear, or self-pity, it is the littleness you feel when faced with a machine designed to crush hearts and souls.

Ordinary men hate what they can’t understand.

Men become noble through suffering. Nobility is suffering more than the peasants. Think of the weakest, least reliable, most cowardly, most backstabbing men you know… and you will see they’ve had easy lives.