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A Perspicacious Eye

The Mental Cesspool

Far too often, my ears have been assaulted with the toxic verbiage that black people in Africa were barbaric and belligerent and therefore White Europeans, as a favour to humankind I suppose, had to bestow civilization…in the form of chattel slavery filled with violent rape, murder, and all the forms of degradation imposed upon my ancestors by the very Europeans professing to be highly civilized while nonetheless helping themselves to vast resources available on the single plated continent.

This abomination is peerless when compared to the duration of any Holocaust. The middle passage lasted nearly four hundred years, trafficking over 20 million captives throughout the Americas, approximately 4 million of which voyage ended in the vast sea.

When the evidence is weighed on the Ma’at scale, it becomes pellucid that slavery in the United States never really ended. It went from chattel slavery to Jim Crow to mass incarceration alongside institutional racism affecting every facet of the American, and by extension, the global system.

Today, the topic of slavery and the push for reparations have been the subject of great discomfort sparking effusive arguments among intellectuals, historians, politicians, and those of the laity. Statements such as…”that was a long time ago — get over it… my ancestors never owned slaves… the U.S. doesn’t have that kind of money to pay out — it would bankrupt the country… we need to study reparations,” the latter of which appears to be an advanced Ph.D. program that no white person has achieved an average grade above an F-.

This brings me to the definition of insanity and how it relates to this discussion. One of the dictionary’s definitions defines insanity as, “extreme foolishness or irrationality.” Albert Einstein incorporates that definition proffering a more apropos version: “…doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.” This type of insanity is buried deep in the subconscious minds of many Black people. It shows up in mass demonstrations in the hopes that their voices would bring about the desired change, allowing politicians to curry their votes by making century-old promises, and whining when these politicians fail to deliver. Such emotional rallying cries lead to further mockery and ridicule from non-Blacks. “Stop playing the victim… get an education… get a job, work hard, and of course coming full circle — vote!

Would Black Americans get the reparations they seek and rightfully deserved, and if so, would it happen in my lifetime? I purse my lips as I cogitate upon the order… only to see this redress coming to pass if Black people should snap out of the religious psychosis of Western Christianity — the debilitating weapon that holds the subconscious hostage — and collectively return to the Kemetic practices of our ancient ancestors who were the greatest beings to walk this earth. I recommend an introspection after reading “The Kybalion” for starters.

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A Perspicacious Eye

Black Is Good

The image of black people has been egregiously tarnished by Western media, the most powerful of which operates within the United States. It is responsible for promulgating noxious and fallacious rhetoric about Black people on the world stage on a daily basis.

Through a eurocentric lens, we have been psychologically conditioned to associate black with bad… we often wear black to mourn the dead, and labels such as blackmail, blackball, blacklist, black sheep, black Friday, and Black market carry negative connotations. It is engineered to subliminally reinforce that Black people must always be looked down upon — the permanent underclass.

A melanated skin though favored by the Sun is vilified by those lacking melanin. Such poisonous dogma has corrupted the psyche of melanated people where skin whitening creams and pills are highly desirable in places like Brazil, South East Asia, and sadly on the African continent. As for India…the caste system is still in full effect. This cancer is deeply rooted in colonialism.

Just recently, it has been purported that a certain breed of monkeys in West Africa were transmitters of the monkeypox disease. The U.S. media wasted no time disseminating images of Black people infected with the disease — images that would tacitly arm non Blacks with the ammunition to further abscond Blacks. But the spurious cacophonous propaganda was interrupted by Black people on the continent who saw through the deception. Their swift tongue lashing prompted me to mimic Homer Simpson’s signature catchphrase, d’oh! Black people asserted that the images were repurposed from years prior when monkeypox was previously identified. They further clapped back with recent images of European-looking people covered with the disease. Double d’oh!

An article published in Forbes stated that the disease had “accelerated evolution,” further claiming that it had mutated fifty times from the previous outbreak. WHO’s website shows a chart outlining the infected regions. Europe and the Americas ranked high among the 42 countries hit by the outbreak. Yet the “caucasity” that the West would levy blame on Africa…. shameful and racist!

The face of the pandemic, the face of Asian hate crimes, and the face of mass shootings in the U.S. are not Black despite what mainstream media ostensibly posits. Thanks to the Black grassroots media, there is a litany of evidence to support my declaration.

Such insidious narratives are detrimental to the Black nation as a whole. We Black people must keep a perspicacious eye on the media and any political group who pride themselves on publishing this playbook, and fugaciously sound the siren by discrediting and relentlessly admonishing them publicly. We must demand primetime and front page retractions — not apologies for intentional and egregious acts — otherwise our retributions will come in the form of boycotting advertisers all the way to votes or lack thereof.

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Liberating The Lens

Restoring Our History

Since history is often told from the conquerors’ perspective, have you ever wondered what the narrative would look like through the lens of the oppressed? What if the middle passage was intercepted… squashed before ever materializing to the extent that it did?  That would mean the absence of inherited psychological trauma that Black people whose ancestors were forced into slavery carry within their DNA.

I have spent much of my adult life obsessing over this — plotting out various scenarios. One thing I am sure about is that our history would be told through our lens — preserved in all its glories, passing from one generation to the next, and my mother and grandmother would not have repeatedly rebuked me during my childhood years over my aversion to attend Christian services… forcing me to embrace a religion that was at the vanguard of enslaving my ancestors beginning in the 16th century. The very religion that is antithetical to the Black consciousness as it promulgates its mascot of White Jesus along with a plethora of saints looking nothing like me.

In my cogitative mode, I skate along the timeline when the ancient Greeks and Romans revered Black people, gliding further when the Twa/Anu people, who were Black, settled many regions of this earth — adopting different names along the way; when the Black Neset Bity, Narmer-Menes displayed his ingenious engineering skills by putting an elbow in the Hapi Valley River, changing the flow and to the wonderment, drained the water revealing a landmass that was given the name, Hiku Ptah, the temple of Ptah… unanimously known today as Egypt.

The depths of African civilization and its prodigious contributions are overshadowed through eurocentric spectacles. Such lenses are myopic…marred with bias and pious ingredients. This narrative is incomplete as it lacks the latitudinous scope delineating the presence and accomplishments of Black Africans as the original architect of civilization, spanning over 300,000 years… long before White Europeans came into existence.

Within my DNA, I carry at least two hundred and fifty thousand generations of ancestral knowledge and wisdom, some of which I have incorporated into the riveting historic fictional series titled Amma’s Divinity.