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Dilemma 1: Emancipation

Eating crème brulee while sipping on a cup of Mariage Frères tea.
It has been a long day in Paris, especially after that eight hour photo shoot but instead of retreating to my bed for some much needed rest, I opted for yet another stimuli - The Opera. A night of living vicariously through the character of Madame Butterfly, her tragic predicament, beauty, her poetic love, and sorrow echo eternally in my ears over the next 3 hours. On this warm evening after attending the Opera, I excused myself from my entourage, then venture into a exquisite bar at the Hôtel Plaza Athénée where I am residing for a week. My anticipation of indulging in the crackling sensation of the sugary top of crème brulee has gripped my taste buds ravenously. It had been there maybe only 5 minutes since I devoured the last scoop of crème brulee, when a tall, dark, and handsome stranger approached me.
Smiling he approaches me. Gentleman: Vous êtes la plus belle femme du monde
Me: Merci
Gentlemen: Can I buy you a drink?
Me: (pointing to my tea) Thank you but I already have a drink.
Gentleman: Can I have a seat?
Me: Yes
He sits down across from me and places a book on the table. His cell phone rings. He answers it.
Gentleman: I must be going. It has been a pleasure meeting you.
He hands me his business card then kisses my hand.
Me: Au revoir
Gentleman: Bonne nuit plus belle dame
I smiled. He smiles and walks away. I noticed he left his book behind. I pick it up and read the title “The Devil’s punchbowl” Later that night I began to read it… while drifting into a deep sleep.
During the civil war over 20 thousand freed negro slaves were placed into a mass grave in 1860 in Natchez Mississippi, a concentration camp. The male slaves were captured to work while the female slaves were left in 3 punch bowl prisons were they were left for dead in a massive grave. I can hear their cries and screams, their blood cries out in the wild…… (Dreamin)
This photograph is property of its respective owner. They pulled the slaves in shackles back and forth. You could hear the chains hitting the ground. The aroma of urine and defecation was every present in their nostrils. You could hear the yells, the cries as the whips grazed their sun kissed skin. With no help in sight they followed their masters to their demise. Would they be one of the fortunate ones to make it through or would they resemble the dead bodies covered in flies that they had to step over.
Female Slave # 1: (crying) I miss my family what happened to them I wonder.
Male Slave # 1: Sssh they will hear you and kill you. We are stopping be quiet.
Later
The captive people by way of slave ships are poked and bound by chains as they are lead to a auction block where they will be sold to the highest bidder.
The Auction block of Natchez Mississippi
Slave: (thoughts) who are these people will they kill me? Announcer: Bid them up Bid them up. She a strong child bearer can work in the fields.
Slave owner: I will take her.
Announcer: Sold to Mr. Jackson of Tupelo Mississippi.
The on slaughter of thousands of Negro Slaves as they were placed into the concentration camps at the “Devil’s Punchbowl” still rings in my ears daily. The cries of my ancestors “The Slaves” I woke up in horror as the sweat poured down my checks realizing its only a dream.
Could you imagine the blood that is calling out from the cotton… The blood that is calling out from the devil’s punchbowl… The blood that is calling out from the trees… The blood that is calling out from the ground… The blood that is calling out from America… And the blood that screams in the ocean of those that died during the middle passage….
Operation Code Name: WAKEUP THE SLAVE
As indicated by the didactic systems of this world, the Negroes were brought to the Americas by slave ships in 1619 were beaten, raped, murdered and forced to work as slaves on plantations for 400 + years with poor living conditions, no rights or pay. They cried. They prayed. They obeyed. The cries of the slaves were heard by our God so he raised up - President Abraham Lincoln - who signed the Emancipation Proclamation in 1863 which freed the slaves. This action pissed off the white nationalists that felt compelled to insure that we were still enslaved to the system. They passed, the Jim Crow laws for segregation. Then later that was demolished by the civil rights movement in the sixties. We became “Black and Proud” Then in 2008, a black senator from Chicago “Barack Obama” became the first black president of the United States. Did anything really change? WHO DO THEY SAY WE ARE? And thou shalt become an astonishment, a proverb, and a byword, among all nations whither the Lord shall lead thee. Deuteronomy 28:37 NIGGERS * SPICS *COONS * DARKIES * BLACK * UGLY * MULATTOS *FEEBLE MINDED * UNFIT * IMBECILES * IMMORAL * CRIMINAL * CATTLE * SLAVES NEGROES * AFRO THIS OR THAT *MONKIES * SAVAGES * COLORED *JUNGLE BUNNIES * DIRT *JIGABOOS * ANIMALS *WET BACKS * SPOOKS *SAMBOO * ASIATIC BLACK MIXED * BIRACIAL* MULTIRACIAL * BURNT And so forth… Code words used to establish slavery. We exist under the myriad complexities of slavery even today
1619-1834 Slaves 1834-1892 Coons/Colored 1892-1934 Niggers/Niggas 1934-1970 Boy/Africans 1970-1983 Afro Americans 1983-2002 Black Americans 2002-2016 African Americans
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Ephesians 6:12 KJV
My Discourse about “Blackness” Our Social Death. The good .. The bad .. And the ugly!!
First let me demystify the proverbial reference to race. I call it - “the powerful illusion.” For the theory of race to exist there has to be a superior race and inferior race for ideal of separation. The theory of race is a man made system of classification created to division among people to classify people into certain groups. Classifying humans into various racial groups including a selection process of what color fits into what category. Is it redundant to say the least, many have brought into the lie? Think about it can we as people draw any scholarship on race based on what one looks like. Race a group of humans which the populations has divided into group based on physical characteristics. Biologically speaking, traits are inherited non-concordantly through our ancestors, which means they are inherited independently. If we were to go on genetics alone there really isn’t a single genetic trait that distinguishes one race from another, even with various degrees of melanin in the skin. Racism is an attitude aborted believing in a man made illusion. May a people that don’t know who they are they will believe, live, and thrive off of anything. Ye were sold to the nations, not for your destruction: but because ye moved God to wrath, ye were delivered unto the enemies. Baruch 4:6

Quote of the Day

Lord, Why did you make me black?

Lord, Why Did You Make Me Black. It was written and copyrighted in 1994. Author Unknown. Not sure if this is the original version.
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Why Did You Make Me Black Lord Lord .. Why did you make me black? Why did you make someone the world would hold back?... Black is the color of dirty clothes, of grimy hands and feet...... Black is the color of darkness, of tired beaten streets... Why did you give me thick lips, a broad nose and kinky hair? Why did you create someone who receives the hated stare? Black is the color of the bruised eye when someone gets hurt... Black is the color of darkness, black is the color of dirt. Why is my bone structure so thick, my hips and cheeks so high? Why are my eyes brown, and not the color of the sky? Why do people think I'm useless? How come I feel so used? Why do people see my skin and think I should be abused? Lord, I just don't understand... What is it about my skin? Why is it some people want to hate me and not know the person within? Black is what people are "Labeled" when others want to keep them away... Black is the color of shadows cast... Black is the end of the day. Lord you know my own people mistreat me, and you know this just ain't right... They don't like my hair, they don't like my skin, as they say I'm too dark or too light! Lord, don't you think it's time to make a change? Why don't you redo creation and make everyone the same?
God's Reply:
Why did I make you black? Why did I make you black? I made you in the color of coal from which beautiful diamonds are formed... I made you in the color of oil, the black gold which keeps people warm. Your color is the same as the rich dark soil that grows the food you need... Your color is the same as the black stallion and panther, Oh what majestic creatures indeed! All colors of the heavenly rainbow can be found throughout every nation... When all these colors are blended, you become my greatest creation! Your hair is the texture of lamb's wool, such a beautiful creature is he... I am the shepherd who watches them, I will ALWAYS watch over thee! You are the color of the midnight sky, I put star glitter in your eyes... There's a beautiful smile hidden behind your pain... That's why your cheeks are so high! You are the color of dark clouds from the hurricanes I create in September... I made your lips so full and thick, so when you kiss...they will remember! Your stature is strong, your bone structure thick to withstand the burden of time... The reflection you see in the mirror, that image that looks back, that is MINE! So get off your knees, look in the mirror and tell me what you see? I didn't make you in the image of darkness... I made you in the image of ME!

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