Black Man. Black Woman. How bad do things have to get before you stand up
and accept the responsibility the Creator placed you here for?
There are such Herculean efforts in play to keep you dumb-ed down,
passive,
and pliable.
All around you, there are smug voices imploring you. These voices are
actually begging you, because they know their time is short. They try so
hard to not sound desperate. But nothing agitates them more than the rare,
calm voice that breaks ranks and speaks of Peace and Justice. Such talk
really draws them out of their caves. They rush out into the light, with
eyes closed, running around in circles for the next few days, with their
hands clasped tightly against their ears, chanting:
"No, No, No, don't listen to him! Peace and Unity are fairy tales that
only
children and fools believe in."
"No, No, No, don't listen to him! Peace is foolishness. The way of War and
Death is what sane people put their faith in. We will have peace if we
can
just put more guns, more bombs, more soldiers, in more countries. We can
have peace if we can just put more people in more jails for longer periods
of time."
Black Man. Black Woman. Do not listen to them. You don't even have to
listen
to me. The Truth has always been inside you, patiently waiting for you to
come to It. Listen to It.
Istlota
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