We are holding up their torches. And we are still playing with matches. If we think their version of spirituality, called religion, matches our spirit, we are playing with matches. "I still believe in Jesus," we stupidly say. As a result, the smoke has choked our sense of what is best for us to the point, we want improvement yet we stay attached to the logic that will not allow improvement. If we think being a contributing citizen in the countries we are in while using the logic of those who wish we were all dead, is a good thing, then we are carrying a national flame to bed and wonder why our behinds are getting rotisserie roasted as we toss and turn trying to dodge attacks that even come from the Sandman because we live in Lala Land.
For those who have a decent amount of healthy self-esteem left (love for Ancestors, family, descendants), this is enough to wake them up.
I speak mainly now to those who think they have "made it" by racist country standards regarding the quality of life.
Obama "made it" and you see how much that made a difference - we became more feared and hated. Public killings of blacks increased on his watch. This tells us then, that no matter how well you think you are doing, you are not doing well at all if you are not working with the African Black collective.
If you were, then that house of yours that is on fire, would have been earlier detected.
Your communal group would always have your black and thus, in all ways you would be protected. Quit talking about things and thinking about things based on the suboptimal worldview of Europeans and others.
You must get an optimal worldview from the African Utamawazo.
Once you do, you'll stop relying on 911 for salvation when your life is in a dangerous situation.
Who do you think started the fires in your nations?
And you keep going to church fanning the flames.
And you keep getting a "good" education, when that same education has made them insane.
It's in their constitutions and bibles and institutions and actions. Everything is a constant agitation of the Rights of Creation. This friction heats up until there's combustion.
Due to your love-making relations with their racism institutions, which are all mental institutions, up to this very moment, you still believe, you and them are not crazy. On the other hand, you know fo' sho' I'm crazy. for screaming, because it's fits your logic of the crazy African. Evidently all your mirrors return white reflections.
How crazy is it to sing, dance, step and fetch a value system from among the wretched?
The fire went from mild to wild a long time ago.
It is spreading like the Great Chicago Fire that will soon engulf all of America like the Hindenburg (Air Titanic). Relax, we're on a fantastic voyage, aren't we, in the best-place-to-be land of liberty and opportunity?
Relax, go back to sleep now, it's just a small fire among Republicans and Democrats and citizen-condoned police attacks and racist countries where justice works against human beingness and African Blacks.
Relax, go ahead and try to use-watered-down logic of protesting to your enemy as a means to get them to change how they act when its the common sense of godliness they lack. Who the hell can fix that? Only those who get the groove of their Sankofa back.
Only African spiritual traditions, an African worldview vision and the wisdom of Maat will put out the fire and get us back on track.
"Shut up and get the hell out my way so the white folks can come save me," you say.
"If I rely on them, I'll always have what I need to survive and live and thrive," you miraculously still believe.
(I, I, I, not we, us, collectively by destiny)
If that's the logic you continue to choose, I'll cry for you, but I won't die for you.
I won't even bury you until there is nothing more important to do.
Ancestor* Harriet Ross Tubman screamed at all of us by putting a gun to our Ancestor's heads to wake them up so they could be freer, not more afraider. But even those who made it out of the physical south, traded Confederate open racism logic for Yankee thinking. Another form of Democrat and Republican.
Then we traded in our traditions for integration.
Then we filled our houses with bright candles of progressing that were Civil Rights lighted and we went to sleep as the wax melted.
But as flames rose and we inhaled the smoke of woes, the need to change, went undetected, because just like the candles, our consciousness is artificially scented and tinted.
*We are the Ancestors and it's time we noticed.