anotherlook

Now that the swearing in is over, the rigorous task of campaigning culminating in Obama being sworn in as President of the United States; this swearing in symbolizing the unified cry of a majority voice, which is of the people, in the land that I love. That majority has spoken, bringing about a change I never expected to happen, yet we are faced with the undercurrent of what it used to be, in ways that are slamming the consciousness of American’s with the brutality and sick mentality of what America really is even though the election of Obama shows the possibilities of what it could be.

Three young blacks shot by cops bringing in the New Year. A noose found on an employee’s desk. A mayor resigns from his office based on the threats made by Klansmen. Nothing’s really changed and across the water in another land, that hate is brewing and being directed back at American’s who have so successfully cultivated hate in the past. It is hard for me to get inside the mind of a person like a racist or people like the ones who are members of al-Qaeda.

Let us not stand in the wave of stagnation, but move on in unity and understanding, to create the dream that is written in the constitution which was created for the benefit of guidance by our forefathers. While the basic concept of the constitution is a collaboration of those in power, philosophically looking at their beliefs based on their religious knowledge, brought on by reading the Bible and other studies of human nature. The times they lived in dictated a passive inclusiveness that was woefully misinterpreted by the masses.

My forefathers, who in spite of their existence, in a land of brutality and servitude, sparked a deeper awareness in the hearts and minds of their owners by the strength of their character and their acceptance of their bondage, who were still able to take pride and comfort in who they were regardless of who they were viewed as. That constitution was written with the knowledge of what was to come and even though, we as black Americans were an afterthought in writing, it is understandable based on the lying that took place at that time.

During the time the constitution was written, things where different, there was a different mindset with white America. They had convinced themselves for so long that black people where not human because our differences were so apparent, by the color of our skins and the texture of our hair, it was easy for them to believe that we were less than human beings and their voices on this matter were made believable by the noise of constant chatter which was used to convince the masses of this very fabrication.

Yet, there were those who came to see that we were just as human as them but in their collective minds, to admit to this was also to admit to themselves who they really were to have believed in the lie; they were forced to view themselves in a light that told their very souls that they were not the good Christians they had convinced themselves they were.

This is a hard pill to swallow when you convince yourself that you are this good, Christian person yet you have behaviors, cruelty and brutality, that are in stark contrast to the way you view yourself.

All my life I have tried to understand the heart of a racist and the belief one man can have that he is somehow better than another. I believe that the most vicious slave owner was really aware of this fact, which caused conflict inside themselves, which turned them bitter with the knowledge not of who I was, as their slave, but who they were, as a people. Their anger at us was their anger at themselves misdirected onto the ones that made them view themselves in a light that was unpleasant.

When you look at yourself and you don’t like what you see, sometimes you play the blame game and it is easier to convince yourself, if you seal it with the lies that you tell yourself, in justification of your deeds. Despite what I have been through in this life, I am not a racist. Collectively, I may have some reservations about whites because repeatedly they have shown me who they are, but on an individual bases, I treat people, like people until they show me who they really are.

Keeping the hate alive, passing it on from generation to generation based on nothing but the lies they tell themselves and the lies they tell their children. In the divisiveness they cling to in their hearts, which have been so cold, I pity them. While I will never understand their commitment to hate so old and intense, all that is left for me to do is pity them.

I see that they demonstrate so clear, the fear that when they look at me, they see just who they are, and what led us here. Even as they revel in the division that they embrace so tightly, making them truly believe that they are better than me when in reality, it is you who is the sinner.

And that’s the way I see it!!!

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