How it all began

How it All Began: The Summer of ‘99

I had become disenchanted with the Politician’s inability to make progress in the talks. Already two cliques had begun threatening to boycott the rest of the talks and Big D was uneasy.
“Sir,” I said to him with urgency, “this is no longer a Black thing. These young men have become entrepreneurs. It’s about class.”
“I see what you’re saying, Ganja…” the Politician said. He hesitated. He mumbled something about allegiance to his forefathers. About slavery. About deeds and titles. Finally he shook his head and gave in. “Big D shall have what he wants.”
“Thank you very, very much sir.” I stood up to leave.

***

It was several weeks later. The news had filtered through the community. The first priority, for this new… Black Nation, is what it amounted to, was security. Black Intel was formed. But even I did not know that it meant that the Black Generals would have any obligation to openly demonstrate allegiance to this new cause, founded upon the very principles of freedom that formed the United States in the first instance. And yet, this one had to do with the evidence that the Bell Curve itself demonstrated, that however it came to be a particular neighborhood in Atlanta, Georgia, in the summer of ’99, witnessed a government cover-up so startling the ramifications would not become known until after the last pundits were done criticizing the 9-11 report.

***

“Sergeant, there’s a couple of strollers near the index. Please do a routine inspection. There’s no alarm, they couldn’t be anywhere near here if they weren’t authorized.”

“Straggler one, this is Base 9-8-2-niner, do you copy over?”
“9-8-2-ninerI am the Straggler, over…”
“Straggler one, this is a routine check, please state your mission and station….”
“9-8-2-niner I am traveling under Executive Partition 1-2-4, in the interests of consent manufactured or otherwise, without prejudice to the convolution of all powers privileged to the Earth High Command.”

***

“Sir… in the last half-hour we’ve received twelve different reports of dialog with one “Jedi” who seems to be piloting all twelve planes, authorized by the president, on behalf of the .. Earth High Command…”
“Is this is a joke, Major?”
“No sir.”
…

It was no joke. It, after all, is what happened next, what happened after the Black Man in America was granted corporate sovereignty.