DIALOGUE AND DISCUSSION ON EDUCATION, ENVIRONMENT AND RACE
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First off, Inception is a really good movie. Someone who knew a lot about a lot had to have put that together. I saw elements of Jungian Depth Psychology, Quantum Physics, The Space Time Continuum, both the general and special theories of relativity, Alchemy, M-Theory, Super String Theory, Neuro-Science, Dream Sequencing, Brain Control and elements of the tetragrammaton.
There is one statement in the movie that struck me especially hard and I am paraphrasing, "The deeper the trauma the deeper the catharsis." It was at that point that I connected another abstract, another piece of what has been puzzling me lately about so called black people.
To my deep sorrow, regret and shame I finally admitted that I am relative to a group of people that have been deliberately driven INSANE!
Make no doubt about it I am referring to so called black people, Nubians, African Americans, Moors, the sons and daughters of the kings and queens, Negroes, Post African Americans, Niggers, Niggas and Colored People.
It made my heart more forgiving because I see now the antidotes they and myself have been applying to this horrific wound of otheration. That being evaporating your identity, erasing your memory of self and imprinting almost every model of re-sanity with models and information laden with hidden meanings and inferior tags. Even statements like “We are descendants of kings and queens”, when placed under the microscope of etymology and epistemology coupled with deductive, inductive and reductive reasoning comes out to mean you are still thinking as slaves.
I liken this condition to a colony of fleas from a flea circus placed in a deep bucket with springs attached to their feet. The springs, so they think, are designed to allow them to jump high enough to get out, but if they would only look at the manufacturers specifications of the springs they would see that though the springs were designed to provide the momentum to jump higher, they could never produce the tension to get out that bucket. Little do the the poor dumb ass fleas know that there is also a giant spring attached to the bottom of the bucket that produces energy with every jump they make for the circus master to heat his business.
Every now and then, every once in awhile an anomaly occurs. Every now and then one flea stops jumping and notices his or her own insanity (catharsis). That is one definition I can agree that describes the condition of un-wholeness, doing the same thing expecting different results. That one flea, Dr. Black, Malcolm, Martin, Bunchy, Huey, stops, and feels the vibration of the bucket. They read the instructions on the springs. They perform analysis of the circus master and their fellow fleas. They sneak off, because they know if they tell the other fleas, “This shit yall doing aint working”, they are going to tell boss, I mean the circus master, well boss after all, that some nigga, I mean flea thinks this whole thing is a set up.
So Intelliflea sneaks off in a corner and puts two sets of springs on his shoes and jumps and jumps and on the third jump clears that bucket and lands on the rim. He looks down and says, “Hey yall stop, it’s a trick, you are not only wasting your time with those springs, but your every effort is designed to produce more for boss!” Of course you know what happens next? One fleas says, “I’m the son of the kings and queens of Flealand” and another says, “I have more flea juice in my body than all other groups of fleas on the planet so that makes me special”, another says, “Our fleas were the first fleas”, and still another says, “One day by and by we will get to flea heaven and things will be right--- then.” But their asses are still in that bucket in spite of all of those wonderful salutations and wishes.
Then one young flea asks out loud to no flea in particular, “Look how long have we been jumping trying to get out of this bucket?” And then one old flea says, “Some of our ancestors been trying to get out of this damn thing since they kidnapped them off of a wolf 400 years ago.” “So”, the little flea asked, Exactly what all have you been doing to get out?” ‘Why we have been doing more of the same and if we just try harder doing more of the same one day we will make it.”
And if you ever get a chance to look in a flea bucket you will see them still there jumping their little flea asses off. Meanwhile, those one’s that got away found them a wolf. I mean that’s what fleas do. I’m just talking about fleas that’s all.
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