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Sunday, December 29, 2024

Don't Forget Who We Are! Don't Forget Our History!

These are my thoughts and concerns. With God, all things are possible, regardless of how things look. Americans cannot afford to forget our history.

 

Slaves were taken from two regions: Senegambia, the area comprising the Senegal and Gambia Rivers and the land between them, or today’s Senegal, Gambia, Guinea-Bissau, and Mali; and west-central Africa, including what is now Angola, Congo, the Democratic Republic of Congo and Gabon. The Gambia River, running from the Atlantic into Africa, was a key waterway for the slave trade; at its height, about one out of every six West African enslaved people came from this area. They were chained when they arrived in America. They were chained on the plantations for punishment. They were chained in the fields. They were chained together. As a chained group, they learned to work together, depending on each other to encourage them to inspire and go on. They had to rely on each other to survive.

 

Some slaveholders were descendants of immigrants and indentured servants from mainly Europe with blanched skin. They fled their homelands, seeking freedom from tyranny, poverty, and unfair treatment. America was then the Promised Land, a place of hope, freedom, and growth. It was for some, hell for others. They arrived by ship and began to claim territory as their own despite the natives already living there. Monarchs wanted the resources that these newly settled people wanted. They set their laws and did their best to subjugate this new population. They rebelled and wrote their laws denouncing tyranny and inequality. Stiff laws became the background of this country, identifying their place and informing other countries that they would fight for their rights to their death. For the first time in a long time, indentured servants, hard-working people, poor people, and the working class had rights and were chosen by their peers to make laws representing them. The laws were created by white people, protecting them from future dangers, foreign and domestic. The laws were written to protect them. Immigrants of different colors had no participation and were not welcome to be here. This is a far contrast from those who fled their countries from tyrants, lack of jobs, and poverty. Though some remained poor, they still had rights and could go wherever they wanted without being questioned or showing any freedom papers. 

 

Over time, they became greedy. Wealth is a standard in a society where people respect what you have, not who you are. The wealthy needed more land to build, plant, and grow things. The Native Americans fought and died for their land. Laws were written and understood by white men so that they could claim and document territories under the guise of expanding the untamed West. Politicians saw undiscovered resources that could make people very wealthy. Politics and money can corrupt those who are weak and seek power.

 

Our Black ancestors were forced to come to America. They had names that were hard to pronounce by the slaveholders and their people. Many names necessitated intricate movements of the mouth and tongue, requiring flexibility and coordination. Africans had many languages and dialects from village to village. This is another example of the slaveholders’ kind unwillingness to understand the people they own and subjugate. Instead, the Africans received new names that were easy for the white folks to pronounce. Currently, that restriction has not changed for the immigrants today. Foreigners need to speak English to be accepted. Africans had spiritual names given to them by their parents and shamans. Whoever or whatever they worshipped was their decision. They believed in who they believed in. The colonialist invaders forced them to learn Christianity when they invaded Africa. Africans were considered uneducated savages because they lived within the means they were accustomed to. Europeans believed that everything they earned was from their own hands and that the God they worshipped was white, and their histories included only white intellectuals. Even Egyptians will not accept they have black ancestors. It is doubtful that dark-skinned people had anything to do with the pyramids or held prominent historical positions in Egyptian history.

 

Educating the slaves would give slaves knowledge of the slaveholders’ strategies. They ignorantly thought their slaves were dumb to their plans. In the middle of the night, under candlelight in secluded areas, the Africans taught themselves how to read. Those working in the slaveholders’ homes were learning and passing the information on. Any actions taken that defied the principles upheld by the slaveholders were met with peril, often carrying the grave consequences of life-threatening violence, brutal beatings, or the devastating prospect of being torn away from loved ones and family members. Slaveholders hung the lawbreakers publicly or beat them. It didn’t make any difference if it was a man, woman, or child. Pregnant women were not spared. Some had the child torn out of their womb while being hung. The Africans were considered lower than animals. The Africans faced brutal consequences for the slightest transgressions, such as meeting the gaze of a slaveholder, glancing at their women, or daring to express themselves verbally in what was deemed “talking back.” No matter how minor, such acts could lead to deadly repercussions, serving as chilling lessons to others. The harsh and unforgiving punishments were intended to instill fear and maintain a rigid hierarchy, ensuring everyone understood the severe consequences that awaited anyone who might challenge the status quo.

 

After the Civil War, Reconstruction for freed blacks was short-lived. They might have been legislators, but the racists could not live with former slaves or descendants of slaves making laws for the white man. They were not going to lose their control over the black man. Black cities where blacks lived and progressed in economic success were soon targets of disdain for their hatred. White terrorists destroyed Tulsa, Oklahoma, Black Wall Street, and neighborhoods. No one can give an account of how many innocent black people died and if there were bombs dropped on the area. Massacres of black families, to name a few, occurred in Colfax, Louisiana; Wilmington, North Carolina; Atlanta, Georgia; Elaine, Arkansas; and Rosewood, Florida. These were just a few areas; there was the Orangeburg Students Massacre in South Carolina. In New York City, Chicago, Illinois, Washington, DC, Memphis, Tennessee, and Clinton, Mississippi, white terrorists terrorized and still are terrorizing black people. Making America Great Again by waving the Confederate Flag may be about heritage to some, but it is a nasty and terrible reminder for blacks who were oppressed and murdered.

 

Our people have lost their identity since the racial breakdown of slavery. Slavery took away our connection to the African countries they were taken away from. We lost our dignity and respect. Slaveholders slept with their slaves, considering them to be at their disposal and leisure while disrespecting the black man as the head of the household and removing the man from making him the leader of his family and his community. Not only that, birthing lighter complexion children separated them from their darker-skin brothers and sisters. This resulted in superior thinking over the inferior within the race when the slaves were still considered inferior by the slaveholders. They perpetuated a brainwashing strategy that is prevalent today. Because of the horrendous acts committed against the black race and the lack of acceptance of black people ever being a part of America, America has written laws to maintain its superiority for generations to come. The insult and irony is that some of those racist lawmakers were raised by black women who were kind and gentle with them.

 

Black people are still wearing chains, seen and unseen. The chains of oppression and suppression left an eternal mark mentally on their descendants. We added new burdens now. Since the economic playing field has never been level and drugs are being introduced into poorer black communities. Young men and women sought quick or easy money that negatively affected them and others. This kind of exploitation created drug dealers, prostitutes, thieves, scam artists, and hustlers. The black community was being disintegrated from within. People were discriminated against at their jobs, and families had to survive. Black people could barely keep food on the table, so who introduced drugs in the neighborhood? Don’t forget the unethical Tuskegee Syphilis Study in 1972 on black men. Did anyone care about how these men were treated? They didn’t have any say in what was being done to them. Once again, the slaveholders’ descendants thought nothing of the black man’s life or family.

 

            Addictions and afflictions are the same. Some we can see, some we can’t. Bigotry we can’t see, but discrimination we see and feel. When will we recognize that we all are slaves of different forms? And that the addictions and afflictions are related to visible and invisible slaveholders. So many of our people are homeless with no help or funding. Their health is failing, and there is no one near that can afford to lend a hand. They are vulnerable to every con artist who will take advantage of them.


            Black people will always support the slaveholders for fear of believing that they will retaliate against them. We don't stand together in unity. Some of our people think that we still owe the slaveholders their loyalties. Blacks fought and died in wars for them only to return to discrimination, lower pay, and very little representation in government. Our compensation? Social programs that outweigh the benefits. The black community has been assimilated into a community that does not want them. Integration was forced on the people rather than investing equally in quality education, housing, and employment. Yet, the education process was not a cooperative place for integration. Predominately black schools received second-hand books, many of them outdated. The schools needed repair and maintenance. Roofs leaked, air-conditioned remained broken, and the old desks were damaged while the new schools were built for the whites. 

 

            Busing children who would walk to school in their neighborhoods to unfamiliar, uncomfortable, and unwanted schools, unfamiliar uncomfortable and unwanted schools, was stressful for the children and their parents, black and white. Although, most of the busing was taking the black children to the white neighborhoods. Witness white adults throwing rocks and bricks at buses carrying black children to white schools in white neighborhoods. What a shame. Children lived on the border, some a few blocks from their neighborhood school, and still had to be bused to another school because it was the law.

 

White teachers treated black students as inferior and slow-witted, sending them to special education classes rather than taking the time to know them. This technique contrasted differently before integration when black teachers made it a point to know the students and their families. They wanted the students to succeed. In those days, coaches also taught math, chemistry, science, and other classes where needed. They didn’t receive any extra money for the multiple positions on their paychecks. Before integration, black schools played only other black schools. After, the teams were diverse, but some white coaches didn’t want the blacks on the team, and some were bigots. It was awful living during the Jim Crow days. Slaveholders still haven’t stopped fighting the Civil War. I saw black parents working extra jobs for their children to keep up with clothing, backpacks, and expensive trends the white kids experienced. They weren’t home as much and readily available when the children returned from school. Some kids had to raise themselves and their siblings. Many families didn’t have two-parent households. So many black families struggled to survive and show how much they loved their children that they weren’t aware that the children needed guidance and direction more than keeping up with their white classmates.

 

This moment marked a significant turning point, illustrating how the Black community's rich traditions and cultural legacies increasingly failed to be transmitted from one generation to the next. With the mounting pressures of economic survival, families found themselves stretched thin as parents juggled multiple jobs to make ends meet. This left little time for meaningful connections, storytelling, or sharing cultural practices that once defined their heritage.

 

As a result, children were often left to navigate their formative years mainly on their own. With excessive free time and inadequate guidance, many gravitated towards misguided activities, seeking a sense of belonging or excitement in unhealthy ways. The sobering reality was that young individuals were becoming parents themselves at increasingly early ages, creating a cycle where the responsibilities of adulthood fell on those who were still adolescents.

 

In this shifting landscape, it became common to see grandmothers in their 30s while mothers often found themselves in their teenage years, perpetuating a generational gap filled with confusion and upheaval. Meanwhile, the older generation was caught in a relentless cycle of hard work, striving to gain acceptance and establish a foothold in a rapidly changing society. The pressure to conform and succeed in this new context often overshadowed the richness of their cultural heritage, leaving many feeling disconnected from their roots.

 

Those Blacks who have jobs in the corporate world usually have different standards for speech, behavior, and social norms. They want to have something in common. Our culture is acceptable and flexible. Others don’t have to be or need to prove anything to anyone. They maintain their pride.

 

We use the name African Americans but question if it’s acceptable. We aren’t too proud of being African descendants. Ask the Chinese, Jewish, Japanese, Irish, Italian, Jewish, and Spanish Americans if they are proud of their culture. We use statements that we were in America. Therefore, we are Americans. I know some Nigerians and Gambians who are proud to be African but don’t see much in common with Afro-Americans. What happened to us as a people? Our ancestors helped make many white American families rich. We worked their fields manually, picking cotton, tobacco, and vegetables and working their farms for them. We presented them with machines, instruments, designs, and parts to make the slaveholders’ lives easier. They bought the patents, claimed their ideas, and gave our ancestors more grief. Now, America wants that kind of history kept from their children. Is it for safety or embarrassment that they don’t want their children to know? Tell the truth. America is ashamed of its history. You might not be responsible for what happened during slavery and the Native American lands, but as descendants, America is still reaping the benefits. You don’t want the generations to come feeling guilty.

 

This past election should be an example of how the slaveholders view us. What better way to make us believe they support us than to think they understand our plight and betray us in the voting stall? Not all are racist, but they are afraid of losing entitlements and privileges. Who wouldn't give away a good thing? No need to shout white power when you already have it? There will still be a problem with American churches if they still accept God as being White and that their God is on their side and mistreating their citizens. We will never come together as a united country. God is a Spirit of light and love. There is no color in a bright light. America is driven by money. Hypocrites continue stamping “In God We Trust on” on US currency. Yet, we put trust money first and God later. We must be careful. Like an open wound that is not treated, bacteria and other parasitic diseases will enter the body and destroy it. America’s vulnerability is laid open for foreign and domestic parasites to do the same.

 

Social media, including the internet, networks, radio, and all things on the airwaves, are spreading their interests for the sake of the dollar. One can get very rich through controversy, especially with lies and misinformation. A member of YouTube and TikTok can make millions instantly if they get the right followers. The algorithms and analytics must be in line for a big payday. The media is depressing, and it drives some of its followers to stress and anxiety. It’s owned by powerful slaveholders who dictate and push their self-interests via the airwaves. The media’s job is to get those self-interests to the masses, convincing them that wrong is correct. The sponsors want that support because they get richer when more people buy their products. They will go with the flow even if they know the lies. No one believes that there is a heaven or hell. And if there is, we’ll go to the right one. If you don’t know what to think, who will you believe?


The black community is experiencing an identity crisis. We still haven’t figured out who we are and what we want to be. We have concerns respecting each other and are jealous of others’ successes. We can’t seem to get rid of the slaveholders’ chains. Therefore, who will carry the torch to face these challenges? Who will take the risks? Who will be the person or persons that recognize this incredible power we hold in unity? 

 

Rest in Peace, President James (Jimmy) Earl Carter! Sincere Respect!

Friday, November 8, 2024

New Level, New Devil!

    Trump has emerged victorious; frankly, I am not surprised by this outcome. The thought of a woman president and a Black president within a mere two decades of the first Black male president feels almost implausible. Let’s be realistic—this isn’t a scenario we can envision unfolding in our current climate. The colonial church has already denounced the Black church and aligned Democrats as those who lack true faith. On the other hand, the Republicans, it seems, have succumbed to the devil's deception, choosing to idolize a convicted individual known for his dishonesty. I foresee that the charges against the president will be quietly dismissed, allowing him to evade the consequences of his actions. At the same time, we may face our earthly reckoning, and we will all ultimately answer for our sins. 

    I cannot speak on behalf of the colonialists, the so-called patriots, or the members of the Black church. I can only share my perspective. I hold firmly that God will not be fooled; the righteous will ultimately triumph over the wicked. Many of us labor under the delusion that wrongdoers can evade their repercussions, and in our folly, we may find ourselves mirroring their destructive behavior. Our churches often pick and choose their battles, taking credit for triumphs rather than directing the glory to God. Too frequently, they pit themselves against one another, operating from a place of superiority instead of finding common ground through dialogue and understanding. This betrayal spans both the political aisles and the pulpit. 

    Through this journey, I have come to a stark revelation: one must stop placing trust in humanity. The harsh truth is that those who loudly proclaim support are often unwilling to sacrifice their own interests for your success, mainly when there’s a fear you may eclipse their achievements. It’s time to move forward with the wisdom that my family will always take precedence when push comes to shove. We have witnessed this reality unfold in various shades. America has made its choice—a decision to elect a man who embodies their values and fears. A leader who champions immigration restrictions, abortion bans, opposition to LGBTQ rights, advocates for states’ rights, shows favoritism towards the wealthy, suppresses educational opportunities, and commits injustices against People of Color. America has placed its trust in the individual who gives voice to their whispered intentions during secretive gatherings. 

    We find ourselves facing “a new level, a new devil.” As we ascend with a fresh perspective, learning to trust God and affirming He is at the helm, we are also confronted with formidable distractions. These distractions skillfully divert our attention from our Creator when we strive to draw closer to Him. Every day seems to have unique challenges, tugging our focus away from the One who guides us. I can’t shake the feeling that something feels amiss with this election cycle. In my circle, no single individual contested the results; the Democrats seem to falter. When the Republicans selected their leader, I wondered what kind of person they believed suited that responsibility. It appears irrelevant in the grand scheme; laws will be twisted to facilitate reelection, even for those convicted of felonies. 

    The future remains shrouded in uncertainty. We grapple to keep pace with the present. Our growing anxieties and tumultuous emotions cloud our judgment and spiritual clarity, rendering it difficult to discern God's voice. It is all too easy to slip into negativity. Our minds often venture into the worst possible scenarios, and repeatedly, as my direst thoughts come to naught. Our faith is indeed being tested. The question looms: I have watched. Will we pass that test?

Thursday, October 31, 2024

Happy Halloween!

How can anyone compare the differences between Nick Bosa and Colin Kaepernick? Think about it: these are two different individuals who took different actions and are treated differently. Kaepernick never claimed to hate America, just as Kamala Harris never said she hated anyone. If she did, the media would not make excuses to report it. It is possible to dislike people's behavior without expressing hatred for them. Michael Vick was convicted and served 21 months in prison for dog fighting and lost his position as one of the best quarterbacks in the NFL. Kristi Noem, former governor of South Dakota, is rewarded as Homeland Security Director in the Trump Administration for killing her “untrainable” dog. How’s that for a double standard in America?

Furthermore, consider how many white individuals benefit from systemic privileges that grant them significantly more leeway than people of color. That’s why they can’t relate and will not attempt to understand. They don’t have to. Many Americans will not admit that there is an ingrained racial problem. It’s in our blood. When the indentured servants arrived, they were escaping from inequality in their countries. It didn’t take long to forget and pass it on. Slavery was a money-making business. Besides, Black people weren’t seen as being human, anyway.

The people are tired of being angry, divided, and bitter. Why are we choosing sides? I still can’t understand why it’s okay to support some felons and not others. I can’t understand why it’s acceptable to be friends with the Russians and support dictatorships. But so many people are. I am tired of this division.

VOTE!!!

America voted for the candidate they wanted. Now we see what America wants: it takes. The majority rules.

Saturday, September 14, 2024

Group Therapy Works!

I made time to attend my veteran group meeting earlier this afternoon. We had another engaging session today. It’s no coincidence that we, these sisters and brothers, are brought together. Our facilitator, Dr. S, is a veteran who has walked a similar path to ours. She leads and guides us but never imposes. Dr. S's understanding and compassion are genuine; she is the real deal and has the group’s respect. In our group, everyone is caring, honest, and truthful, creating a safe space for us all.

The subjects today affected us all. We have so much in common emotionally that we empathize and sympathize with each other. However, I did not participate this time. I was too busy thinking of my doubts and fears and how I deal with them every moment of the day. Some may think that what works for them may not work for others, but if you don’t share what works for you, how will you know if it won’t? At least give the person a chance to work it out. I was selfish today and didn’t follow the Spirit’s calling to share Philippians 4-7. “Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”

Everyone has their cross to carry. Don’t be fooled or envious if their cross seems lighter than yours. Pray for divine wisdom and understanding because you don’t know what that person has been through, gone through, or found a way to make that burden appear lighter to an observer. I read 13 Bible verses each day to make it through the day. I know about depression, panic attacks, insecurity, and vulnerability. I know about distrust, discrimination, hatred, and envy. I sometimes seem overwhelmed, but I believe the words I read daily are accurate and truthful. I believe that if I trust God’s Words, whatever I go through, good or bad, He is still in control and loves me even if I don’t deserve it. Jeremiah 29:11 reads, “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” The apostle Paul said, “For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8:38-39. I share these verses with you to inspire hope and remind you of the power of faith in our journey.

As the discussion unfolded, the elders stepped in with their wisdom. Yoyo suggested a lighthearted distraction, blaming bodily gas, while KT proposed a way to help family members cope with painful memories. Other members offered their insights and solutions. However, I stood on the sidelines, feeling I didn’t have enough time to contribute. Looking back, I deeply regret not seizing the opportunity to share my thoughts and experiences. I want to express my sincere apologies for not valuing your input more. My major obstacle was inserting God into the conversation without offending anyone. I sincerely believe that I would not be present without Him being by my side. 

After reading, I do non-strenuous exercises, such as breathing, stretching, walking in place, alternating pumping my arms and holding them up towards the ceiling, and whatever may come to me, including push-ups and swinging my arms. The most important thing is remembering and being thankful for the blessings of family, friends, and life. Compared to the lives and experiences of others, we are blessed.

I go to bed early every night, even when traveling. I often struggle to fall asleep, and when I do, it's usually only for 2-3 hours. However, I reflect on the day's productivity and actions and express gratitude during this time. I strive to hear from God, "Well done," but I recognize that I'm still a work in progress. I understand the importance of sleep, rest, healthy eating, and exercise. I do my best, and if I fall short one day, I aim to do better the next. We stumble and fall but can get back up and start again. I fight a spiritual battle every day because I know that the enemy wants me to fail and give up. I’ve done wrong for so long that he doesn’t want me to do good. So, he finds ways to tempt me, return to former habits, and renounce my commitment to do better.

Keep in mind that these processes work for me. They are not a cure-all for sadness and hurt. Some days will be better than others. Try not to call them bad days, even if they are. They can still be worse but don’t take it personally or as divine punishment. Trouble won’t last forever. As we age, we change our eating and drinking habits. We can do the same with our thinking habits.

© Another Part of Things

Tuesday, September 10, 2024

Keeping It Short

    I’ve been trying for months and am ready to give up on my search to add ads to my Google Blog. I am not technical savvy and do not understand the technical writings and explanations that Google uses. I feel disappointed and discouraged with all the obstacles in front of me. But, it has been rewarding to have this medium of writing. I may not have the graphs and scales who read my entries, but I am relieved I can express myself.

 

    I don’t write much or consistently. I write when I get a feeling about something that affects me. It’s easier to express myself in writing. It allows me to review what I expressed emotionally without causing too much misunderstanding and confusion. People will interpret what they want, anyway. Sometimes, just speaking, we can get too emotional in explaining our feelings about specific things. Our listeners might misinterpret what we meant and misunderstand our deliverance. The world is tense enough. Everyone seems to be on edge these days.

 

    It's disconcerting when I see some writers pour out their feelings, and their readers make disparaging remarks. Disrespect seems to be the norm these days, and kindness is lacking from those who hide behind the computer and on the streets. After the debate, expect to see more. Whatever is decided, I know that God is in control. I trust Him.

 

Saturday, August 17, 2024

Lucky, The Little Shadow

Once upon a time, around two thousand years ago, a little shadow was born in a barn. A bright, shining star was over the barn, but a little, timid shadow was connected to a baby boy. The room was full of animals, and his parents wrapped the baby boy in swaddling clothes in a manger. They were tight pieces of cloth to cover the baby. There were a lot of people crowded around. The little shadow was afraid, so it hid behind the baby boy. God told him this baby was special before he was born, but he didn’t understand why. All babies are unique, but this one will have to save humanity. There was something about him, and he decided to stay as close as possible and as long as he could be next to the baby boy. The little shadow felt peaceful and assured he would never leave the baby’s side.

 

Over the years, he and the baby grew, and Lucky, once timid, became very confident being next to Jesus as they grew. Lucky saw that Jesus was making things better for the people around him, and this realization filled him with a sense of growth and inspiration. He saw how much Jesus loved everybody. Lucky remembered when Jesus separated from his family and was found in the temple. His parents were worried that he was lost and about his safety. Jesus told his mother that He was about his Father’s business. He loved his mother, Mary, but he will always obey his heavenly father, as he will obey his earthly father, Joseph, a carpenter.

 

Lucky was growing and could no longer be called little. He felt a strong sense of humility and compassion from Jesus. People everywhere have problems. He saw how mean some people were to Jesus. They called him names, laughed at him, and even tried to hurt him physically, but Jesus still loved them. Lucky suffered with him, too. He knew already that walking with Jesus would be difficult, but Lucky was committed to Jesus and admired the many wonderful he was doing.

 

Jesus kept on healing the sick and spreading the word of God. He would talk to people and tell them all about themselves. This angered some but convinced many others to follow him. Those angry people plotted against Jesus. They didn’t know that Jesus knew about it but was prepared to give his life to save the souls of humanity. Lucky went everywhere with Jesus and listened to every word he told the people and apostles. Together, they fed thousands of people, walked on water, raised the dead, cried, falsely accused, and cruelly tormented and eventually crucified. Even near Jesus’ last breath, Lucky remembered that he still forgave those mean people.

 

It wasn’t over. When everyone thought Jesus was dead and buried, he came back! Lucky could go with Jesus this time. Jesus told him it wasn’t necessary. Jesus was transformed like his Father. He was pure light.

Welcome To 2025, Another Year!

     Since my wife and I started dating, we have attended New Year’s Eve Watch Night Services, and last night was no exception. The parking ...

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