The Consequences of Slavery

In academic circles much is the heated, often vitriolic, debate between the dark and the white concerning the consequences of slavery on the practitioners and the victims. Because academia today is governed by illiterate monarchs, there is the school of thought which exists which believes it to be true that we can escape the episode of slavery without a singular, monumental defining moment. To wish it away, as such to speak. It became obvious, in the nineties, that such was not the case. So Mr. "Never Again" Clinton issued an apology for slavery to all those who suffered from it. I accept his apology. Now I wish to say something.

Slavery is unbriddled capitalism, evolved from a system which, however rich the moral intent of its purveyors, was not adorned with the sorts of intelligent checks and balances that would prevent the occurrence of evil. Socialism, I hear, was sumarilly the proposition that "to each according to his need, from each according to his talents." Capitalism, truth be told, is no different. Indeed, then, what is Capitalism? It is two things. It is its literal definition, and it is also the evidence of it as seen on TV--shocking files that the government does not want you to see. Capital is potential wealth. Capitalism is... well capitalizing on potential wealth. Like freedom it requires responsibility, but not necessarilly regulation. The regulatory bodies in the capitalist system are now few, but only because the beneficiaries of capitalism have evolved their own implicit understanding of how to manage attained wealth. Hernando De Soto views the bias of capitalism through the eyes of Fulani nomads. I see it through the eyes of a Green Card holder. I am of the privileged so I argue for them. It is honesty so that we can move on. Grow the fuck up, sinner. These are gods dialoging.

Once attained, wealth is transient. There is a science to maintaining wealth and it is a mystery to them that doesn't gat. As Ray Charles said, "That old saying them that gots is them that gets, I just don't understand it. If you have to have something, in order to get something, how you get it in the first place is still a mystery to me!" How I miss Ray Charles. How I miss Fela. They made poignant contributions to this blog. As economists now know, much about money concerns human nature and the perception of resource stability on earth. Hoarding of resources is normal in a world where the pundits tell us that global warming will cause orbit to stop, in June this year, and all life to die. I have a movie I want to write, concerning the day orbit ended. In that environment, the only way to survive was to sing. People who couldn't sing died. Imagine having to sing "I wish to purchase a loaf of bread" in contralto.


I have looked into the eyes of a white friend and asked if he understood how his ancestors could have enslaved folx. He couldn't. What he did not like was Dr. Jefferies assertion that he was, then, responsible for reparations. Obviously, reparations at the national level are delivered to a people through the franchising of their creative outlets--since nations exist outside of the global order, implicity and by the defintion of nature. I'm sorry to say, but having watched BET and studied African American culture for only two weeks, it is clear to me that Dr. Jefferies and, to boot, Minister Farrakhan haven't a point worth discussing. I am a witness. I shall explain how. Three years ago I was blessed with certain talents that could be of mighty utility in an African Renaissance. I had blossomed into an artist of professional caliber in certain administrative domains and my ideas, as history has vindicated, would have been such as would be considered reperations. After all, the wealth I was given was given to me courtesy of the western idiom, Egypt as the foundation of civilization or not. However, when I went, volunteered, swallowed my pride to get my black brothers and sister to take their reparations through and from me, a humble servant, all I got was jealousy, greed and in some cases outright disdain. It was no longer about reparations, it was now about the simulation of justice, regardless of whether such itself would precipitate injustice. For people who only watched roots it was revealing. I left them to their own folly, those people. Today they are still bitter about white folks, but no one listens to their complaints. To rub it in I'm going to have a white girlfriend. But because I am a Prince of Zaria I cannot marry her. Which is risky. What if she gets pregnant?