Some would argue it began in 1619, when a group of English Privateers seized a Portuguese ship on its way to Mexico. Approximately 20-30 Africans from Angola were stolen from the vessel and then transported to America, specifically Jamestown, Virginia. The Brits were tired and had grown weary from cultivating the land in this New World. Many had succumbed to illness and disease along with hunger and exhaustion.
This idea of when enslavement by Europeans in the West began is still under debate. Many experts have suggested the arrival of the African had occurred many years prior but as we all know, Black history is constantly changing.
I hope to discover a new landmark as I sift through history’s paralleled desire to repeat itself or in some instances maintain itself. I realize this concept of FACTS in modern times is archaic and has been replaced by a shitload of what is described as my opinion versus yours. I’m old-school however and will not concede to this notion of unfavorable content being deemed opinion and preferred content having value. This unsettling fact, a coincidence or an intent which I shall mention soon deserves more introduction as I have just in these moments passed have discovered its existence.
It is with great astonishment and hours of frustration that I must point out one of many unsettling FACTS but first let’s agree on a clear definition of the word.
Merriam-Webster’s dictionary says the definition of fact or facts is, “a thing that is known or proved to be true.” However, I digress as I am constantly being told what I have known to be true for more than 50 years is now arguable and or debatable with opponents who have received no more than a series of off the cuff emotional rants as the basis for their protests. Huh?…… Really? How did we get here and how do we stop them? These ignorant FACT-LESS conversations with an onslaught of morons is exhausting and obviously pointless as the dialogue seizes to exist while I witness one belligerent disgorgement after another. I’m surrounded by a surplus of overprivileged crybabies indulging themselves in their desire to be heard but have nothing to say. I watch silently as their followers seem to gain pleasure from witnessing some sort of bullshit soap box bad assness, when all I see is a lost and pathetic attempt to have a voice in a society who itself doesn’t know who it is. Yeah, it just got real, but you know it’s just “my opinion.”
The census of 1860 found that there were 3,953,760 enslaved people in the United States, making up 13 percent of the overall population in America. The population of Blacks in this country today is also roughly 13 percent and we are still being dehumanized. French writer, Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr said it the best, “plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose.” The proverb goes on to say, turbulent changes do not affect reality on a deeper level other than to cement the status quo. A change of heart must accompany experience before lasting change occurs. The Black population is repeating itself along with another round of national protest and an historic battle against civil unrest. And just like the Black population hasn’t grown, neither have we as a country. We are still the same 4 million descendants of royalty wandering around lost as fuck.
How about 20 acres and a goat? I’ll settle for that.
We have been here before a hundred times and the more things change the more they stay the same. How many times do we have to march? We are constantly marching, and we are tired.
The soldiers in this post-apocalyptic America have changed but the fight continues. Today’s warriors are a mix of people of all races, ethnicities, religions, and sexual orientations. We are male and female, young and old. Our mantra is simple, we are one tribe, who loves all and above all else. We will fight together for a land of freedom and an America where all are treated equal.