Who Will Do The Work?
Have you noticed that our subjugation to “work” and the capacity therein hasn't changed since the day that we set foot on
colonial soil? Subservient to others for generations and that is the way that
the system was set up to remain.
We have just meandered from the fields of cotton, rice and
sugar cane (the muck down in South Florida is still going strong off the backs
of blacks); to walking in through the front
doors to clean the next generations houses, cook for them and their children via fast food because we are the populous majority
of the fast-food class of workers. Every
menial form of employment is still filled by us.
Haven’t you noticed that we still provide their
entertainment either via NBA, NFL or MLB; not to fail to mention boxing, golf, and
now even Formula One racing? We still do
a ‘lil bit of soft-shoeing, Vaudeville black-face; and Step-N-Fetch
ever-so-often when called upon to do so… (You know who you are)…
Everything that gives others
meaning to their lives exist because “we exist”.
Welfare hasn't been abolished because it’s the least that they can do – literally. They want us to keep having babies, dead-beat
dads or incarcerated men, because that keeps in line with the providing them
with more free laborers. They came up with a loophole since they weren't
able to take the cookies the way they
once had free reign to run amuck through the literal hen-house of the slave quarters, to put it nicely.
If every black or brown walked out of their place of
employment tomorrow, we would bring this economy to a screeching halt but un-healthy fear keeps us in place.
They already know
who will do the work… We were brought here to do it and that is the very way
they plan to keep it. I can only shake
my head in dismay that our current disposition is still only like a mural at
the zoo, they may change the backdrop but we are still caged; only to go as far
as they say that we can go, only to eat what they provide and live and die
without ever having lived the full potential that God said that we could have
in abundance; or at least pretend to be in the mural – running Free.
Aren’t we tired of wandering? Sure, the manna
was sufficient for the past few generations; and our clothes and shoes didn’t
wear out, even during the marches and boycotts, but God said that there is milk and honey – just yonder over ‘dem ‘der
hills! God delivered us out of the hands of Pharaoh several decades ago; if
only our minds can experience such freedom.
Then…
Work Now…
Work
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