There is something that the Fool has been wondering about for quite some time. The fool wonders about a lot of shit as you're finding out and so do... I suspect a lot of Black people.
For instance. The love hate relationship between black and whites which takes center stage over the racial relationships between other races. What is it about the black/white relationship that elicits such strong emotions from both groups of people? Why is this not discussed in the black blogosphere?
You cannot get the blood flowing when discussing Mexicans, Hebrews, Orientals, American Indians, Jamaicans, and any other race, except maybe Muslims. And then they are given the benefit of a doubt. Yeah, I know about the genocide against the Native Americans and the Chinese got the shit kicked out of them for awhile there too.
But the fact is, all of these groups of people retreated into their own conclaves and communities and for the most part get along pretty well together.
I could extrapolate on any number of factors as to why there is such animosity between Whites and Blacks. Lord knows People waaay more smarter than the Fool already have. So saying that. I would like to throw out the following. Mind you, this comes completely out of left field and some of you might call this insanity, but the Fool has never claimed to be sane, hence the name Fool.
Stephen King wrote a novel, The Talisman (written with Peter Straub). In it was a creature called a billybopper ( I think I have right book here). The billybopper was semi intelligent and could speak rudimentary English and could understand what it was being told. It also had a good disposition and was loyal. (Hence, the terms monkeys and animals when Black people get "uppity" or refuse to play nice.)
Kinda like a slave. Black people were the perfect "billyboppers". After going insane on the Middle Passage, black people were literally dumped into a strange and alien environment where they were systematically deprived of their language, their culture, their religion and their very sense of self. To survive they submitted. They instilled in their children what was needed to survive, which was passed down from generation to generation, even into the twenty first century ( Driving While Black comes to mind).
To survive, one must submit. The First Law of being a slave. When the master comes for your wife. Submit. With submitting odds are pretty good you, as a man would get your wife back, but you had to give up your manhood in the process and your wife would never look at you the same way again. Because by submitting, you cannot protect her.
And one day the time would come when they would come for your family. Submit.
The odds on this little slice of slave life are pretty good also. Life being what it is, you just might run into them again or better still if the odds are real good, you might get bought but their master, all things being equal. All you have to do is submit. Things will get better. But like everything on this cosmic plane, submitting has consequences that reverberate down through the ages.
I tried to, in my foolish way, go into the animosity between Black women and Black men. Yes, I know I went all the way to New York and back through St. Louis to get to Arizona, which is not the place I wanted to start from anyway.
But you see, everything about us and between us and White people has its root in slavery. Its a tree that both sides keep watering and applying Miracle grow to to keep it fresh and green. Every so often some body will sneak in and apply a healthy dose of root killer. To no avail.
Black people need to stop bringing their pails to the party to water this tree. Human beings don't engage in this type of behavior. White people need to put down their pails. Again. Human beings do not engage in this type of behavior
Of course it doesn't help when other races start throwing water balloons at the tree as a just in case.
The Fool put down his pail long ago when he decided to try out this Human Being thing. What about you?
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