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I’m a slave owner and I don't feel the least bit guilty. I’ve been one as long as I’ve been alive, although I never realized it until now. It took the roof being lifted from Barack Hussein Obama’s church to reveal the ownership and tremendous power I have over my slaves. My slaves don’t live on a literal plantation. I own their minds and souls , even though I never lifted one whip, checked one tooth, or spent one dime to achieve that ownership. I simply am a ‘typical white’ scapegoat.
I wasn’t raised to hate blacks. I've lived my life judging others only by how they lived their lives and how they treated others as individuals. However, I occasionally sensed something wasn’t right when I’d smile or show small kindnesses to many black people and see hatred in their eyes. I never could pinpoint what the problem might be, as I had never done anything to cause such resentment. One of my closest , black lady friends tried to explain it once, when she expressed to me how she and her husband were isolated by other blacks at church when she befriended me, but I didn’t actually ‘hear’ what she was saying. She chose me, regardless of how others felt, and I was blessed with her friendship as we went on with our lives. Then along came Barack Obama, Reverend Jeremiah Wright, and the revelation of hate in so many black churches in this country, and the lights came on. Somewhere along the line, in the secrecy of those church’s, I had obtained the power to control the personal destiny of many blacks and make their lives a miserable mess. Apparently, I was able to not only control the financial destiny of the poor ones, but also the lives of untold numbers of the financially successful. Although their numbers include leaders of major corporations, lawyers, real estate magnates, entertainers, teachers, artists and business owners, many of those also blame me for continuing to enslave them. But, how could I, a mere white mortal, wield such power? There is only one way. They willingly turn their minds over to me, 'lock, stock and barrel'. The only thing that could allow me such power is their willingness to blame their failures on me, a ‘typical white’. It appears that my existence and their hatred for me is their voluntary and sole identity. Why pull up their bootstraps and work hard to succeed if they can just turn over their minds to Reverend Wright and myself, and have an excuse for failure, real or imagined? What other possible reason could there be that they would let us twist their minds so? Why else would they deny themselves mental freedom and success, and fund Reverend Wright's retirement home in a 'whitey' neighborhood to the tune of $1.6M from a loan of $10M where he apparently feels accepted? I’ve worked hard for what I have. No one else ever made it easy for me. At times in the past, I’ve been hungry. I've needed healthcare. I’ve needed clothing. I’ve needed transportation. I've lacked child care needed to work. I’ve been passed over for jobs. But one thing is for sure, I never sold my soul to anyone else by blaming my plight on their skin color or their very existence. I fought for my place in this world, and it’s what I expect of others. I don’t like being a slave owner of people with a lack of motivation in life, or those nurturing some sense of anger or entitlement for something they never endured and that I never caused. I would prefer their freedom, but just as so many during the Civil War era remained in a state of fearful expectancy and refused to leave the security of the plantation; those who give me power over their minds will continue to voluntarily seal their fate with this insidious form of slavery by those of their own color who would use them. I am convinced that as long as there are Reverend Wrights and secret hate being taught in black churches in America, I will continue to be someones unwilling ‘Massah’. |
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