Children of the Diaspora, descendants of slaves, suffer the emotional, psychological and spiritual chains of mental bondage. The chains that rattle about us are no longer iron and steel. They are the chains of complacency, misogyny, materialism, disdain and apathy. Our masters have become the almighty dollar and emotionless pleasure. The overseer need not hang us from trees any longer for we kill ourselves with poison in our veins, and bullets for our brothers. The auction blocks have become the maternity wards, pregnant themselves with bastard children and immature mothers.
We’ve lost our community to narcissistic desires. We inflict our own punishment with our willful criminal behavior. Education need not be held from us any longer, for we voluntarily turn our backs on it. What purpose does it serve for massa to give us his hand me down clothes, we actually believe the Tommy and Ralph and Gianni make us better than the next person. Our men find it perfectly acceptable to use women indiscriminately, to be emotionally unavailable and to abandon their heirs. Our women serve the Prada pocketbook and the Optima relaxer. So deep are our wounds that we call ourselves degrading and vile names and defend the right to do so. Rather than call ourselves Kings and Queens, we vehemently support the right to be Nigggers, bytches, and freaks. Slavery created a monster that roams the earth seeking it’s own self-destruction. Let us stand up and break the chains that keep us oppressed.
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