"I was raised on the struggle of elders-iron collars, severed
feet, the rifle f dirty Harriet, and down through the years, the Muslims and
regal Malcolm. But mostly what I saw
around me was rank dishonor: cable and Atari plugged into every room, juvenile
parenting, niggers sporting kicks with price tags that looked like mortgage
bills. The Conscoious among us knew the
whole race was going down, that we'd freed ourselves from slavery and Jim Crow
but not from the great shackling of minds.
The hoppers had no picture of the larger world. We thought all our battles were homegrown and
personal, but, like an evil breeze at our back, we felt invisible hands at
work, like someone else was still tugging at levers and pulling strings."
~Ta-Nehisi Coates, The
Beautiful Struggle
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