“You will love the things that destroy you, and you will hate the things that advance your growth. Look at your behavior. Look at the behavior of your compatriots and watch if what I’m saying is not true.
'I hate to read. I hate to study. I hate to learn. Oh, but I love to party. I love to smoke. I like to drink. I love to screw.' And all the loves you will find will be loves that what? That don’t advance you one bit, and yet you can’t get over them. You’re addicted to them.
But things that lead to growth, to growth and wisdom, knowledge, you see, self-understanding and self-discovery, healthy relations, self-control; all those things are hateful.
But this is the only way a minority can rule over a majority of people, is by turning their minds backwards. So that they love the things that destroy them and hate the things that move them forward. In order for these people to rule over us, we must hate learning. This has to be built into us.
If we were into learning, if we were into research, and into thinking, and into real philosophical ideas and abstraction, we would defeat those people. They know it. So consequently, what they must do is rob you of all of these things so that they may stay in their place.”
"An answer brings no illumination unless the question has matured to a point where it gives rise to this answer which thus becomes its fruit. Therefore learn how to put a question."
"Leave him in error who loves his error."
"The best and shortest road towards knowledge of truth is Nature."
"What you are doing does not matter so much as what you are learning from doing it."
"To know means to record in one's memory; but to understand means to blend with the thing and to assimilate it oneself."
"Know the world in yourself. Never look for yourself in the world, for this would be to project your illusion." [ awo. this is the story of the restless global travelings of whiteness in a nutshell. ]
"The only active force that arises out of possession is fear of losing the object of possession."
"You will free yourself when you learn to be neutral and follow the instructions of your heart without letting things perturb* you. This is the way of Maat."
[ Waset is Afrikan. ] *...a similar saying i read once (something about the need to be even-headed about the realness about the struggle required of us) led me to ban using exclamation points in any writing (except when quoting others). that was back in the late 90s so i now reckon that i've not written or typed an exclamation point in some 20+ years, at all... strange what we do, and what we 'do' into habit. (smile).
We can hone our memory, we can learn from our history.
We can continue to build public opinion until it becomes a deafening roar. ...We can expose George Bush and Tony Blair - and their allies - for the cowardly baby killers, water poisoners, and pusillanimous long-distance bombers that they are.
We can re-invent civil disobedience in a million different ways. In other words, we can come up with a
million ways of becoming a collective pain in the ass.
When George Bush says "you're either with us, or you are with the terrorists" we can say "No thank you." We can let him know that the people of the world do not need to choose between a Malevolent Mickey Mouse and the Mad Mullahs [ or Obamney-ia ].
Our strategy should be not only to confront empire, but to lay siege to it. To deprive it of oxygen. To
shame it. To mock it. With our art, our music, our literature, our stubbornness, our joy, our brilliance,
our sheer relentlessness - and our ability to tell our own stories. Stories that are different from the ones
we're being brainwashed to believe.
The corporate revolution will collapse if we refuse to buy what they are selling - their ideas, their version
of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitability.
Remember this: We be many and they be few. They need us more than we need them.
Another world is not only possible, she is on her way.
On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing."
Arundhati Roy, Confronting Empire
Porto Alegre, Brazil
January 27, 2003
Without dreams of hope and pride a man will die
Though his flesh still moves his heart sleeps in the grave
Without land man never dreams cause he's not free
All men need a place to live with dignity.
Take the crumbs from starving soldiers, They won't die
Lord said not by bread alone does man survive
Take the food from hungry children, they won't cry
Food alone won't ease the hunger in their eyes.
Every child belongs to mankind's family
Children are the fruit of all humanity
Let them feel the love of all the human race
Touch them with the warmth, the strength of that embrace.
Give me love and understanding, I will thrive
As my children grow my dreams come alive
Those who hear the cries of children. God will bless
I will always hear the Children of Sanchez. ~Livicated to one brave & focused (w/socks off)
Living in a system – Pagan
Everytime you get pay – pay gone
Look high Jah King, hey
Look high Jah King, hey
Everything them do now – a greed
All of them objections to right – agreed
Look high Jah King aye
Look high Jah King aye
Either you slave now I a
Or you will not be provider
Look high Jah King aye
Look high Jah King aye
Now thief is a murderer
Guilty put a lie sense pan his trigger finger
Imposter is a murderer
Bald head with dread locks come replace Rasta
Living in a system – Pagan
Everytime you get pay – pay gone
Look high Jah King, hey
Look high Jah King, hey
What them call them jail guard – sentry
2000 is the end of – century
Look high Jah King aye
Look high Jah King aye
Israel son of Ithipian said – Amos
Chapter 9 and verse 7 is – a must
Look high Jah King aye
Look high Jah King aye
Now thief is a murderer
Guilty put a lie sense pan his trigger finger
Imposter is a murderer
Bald head with dread locks come replace Rasta
Living in a system – Pagan
Everytime you get pay – pay gone
Look high Jah King, hey
Look high Jah King, hey
Everything they do now – stranger
Youth a look for mother – stranger
Look high Jah King, hey
Look high Jah King, hey
Now thief is a murderer
Guilty put a lie sense pan his trigger finger
Imposter is a murderer
Bald head with dread locks come replace Rasta
Look high Jah King, hey
Look high Jah King, hey
Living in a system – Pagan
Everytime you get pay – pay gone
Look high Jah King, hey
Look high Jah King, hey
Every Sunday come them gone – altar
Preacher know the truth is what they – alter
Look high Jah King, hey
Look high Jah King, hey
Now thief is a murderer
Guilty put a lie sense pan his trigger finger
Imposter is a murderer
Bald head with dread locks come replace Rasta
Look high Jah King, hey
Look high Jah King, hey
Look high Jah King, hey
Every little thing they – dissect
Eat bad food and you must die – die sick
Look high Jah King, hey
Look high Jah King, hey
Now thief is a murderer
Guilty put a lie sense pan his trigger finger
Imposter is a murderer
Bald head with dread locks come replace Rasta
Living in a system – Pagan
Everytime you get pay – pay gone
Look high Jah King, hey
Look high Jah King, hey
Everytime they build a separate – chapter
The body fragment and divide – conquer
Look high Jah King, hey
Look high Jah King, hey
Now thief is a murderer
Guilty put a lie sense pan his trigger finger
Imposter is a murderer
Bald head with dread locks come replace Rasta
Look high Jah King, hey
Look high Jah King, hey
Look high Jah King, hey
Look high Jah King, hey
Living in a system – Pagan
Everytime you get pay – pay gone
Look high Jah King, hey
Look high Jah King, hey
Now thief is a murderer
Guilty put a lie sense pan his trigger finger
Imposter is a murderer
Bald head with dread locks come replace Rasta
Look high Jah King, hey
Look high Jah King, hey
Look high Jah King, hey
Look high Jah King, hey
Oh God I man a say
I man a say thief a murderer
Guilty put a lie sense pan his trigger finger
Imposter is a murderer
Bald head with dread locks come replace Rasta
"Before the beginning there was darkness, but god was sad with his happiness, so he called me morning cause he wante me to raise his son."
"My biological clock is a metronome that tick tocks to the tune of my passion and my son shall be born with a record contract just so he can record my contractions."
“Sometimes they have to kill us. They have to kill us, because they can't break our spirit.” ~Jimmy Looks Twice, (Bro. John Trundell, Thunderheart Film)
I ask you my children What did you learn today did anyone tell you how to meet tomorrow did anyone tell you why there are people who don't know you... _ did anyone seem to know who you were did anyone know that you have the blood of Africa in your veins or did they pretend to be blind to your color and thereby deny its value _ What did you learn... _ did anyone explian the nature of freedom did anyone explian the nature of racism... _ did anyone explain the nature of love did anyone know anything about those things did anyone know anything What did you learn today? _
"Perhaps the most frightening problem is not trying to figure out what to do about Black children who do poorly in schools and on tests. Perhaps the most frightening problem is demonstrated in the form of a question: What does it mean for a Black child to perform well within a school system and on standardized tests that are historically and inherently designed to prove and maintain white supremacy?"
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~Kmt G. Shockley, The Miseducation of Black Children
Shackle, an 11-year-old Africanlioness rode out hurricane Ike in the First Baptist Church of Crystal Beach, in Cyrstal Beach, Texas on Sept. 16, 2008 (from Big Picture Globe). Seen? (smile).
Walter Rimm, Age 80 "My pappy wasn't 'fraid of nothin'. He am light cullud from de white blood, and he runs away sev'ral times. Dere am big woods all round and we sees lots of run-awayers. One old fellow name John been a run-awayer for four years and de patterrollers* tries all dey tricks, but dey can't cotch him. Dey wants him bad, 'cause it 'spire other slaves to run away if he stays a-loose. Dey sots de trap for him. Dey knows he like good eats, so dey 'ranges for a quiltin' and gives chitlin's and lye hominey. John comes and am inside when de patterrollers rides up to de door. Everybody gits quiet and John stands near de door, and when dey starts to come in he grabs de shovel full of hot ashes and throws dem into de patterrollers faces. He gits through and runs off, hollerin', 'Bird in de air!'"
'cause it 'spire other slaves to run away if he stays a-loose'Seen? Mainland maroons, kilombos, palmares eh? (smile). Pon dem yuts teach dem a 'stays a-loose' idren...'stays a-loose' o' & take life chance of bird in de air asi old john.
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