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The Black Soul is Dead and We Are to Blame The LORD shall send upon thee cursing, vexation, and rebuke, in all that thou settest thine hand unto for to do, until thou be destroyed, and until thou perish quickly; because of the wickedness of thy doings, whereby thou hast forsaken me. --Deuteronomy 28:15, 18-20 The soul of the black community is dead. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; a fire still burns in those very few who have clung to the values of old, but our days as a people of character, unshakeable spirit, and respectability are, for all intents and purposes, dead. Though I had long been pained at what I perceived to be the gradual decline of the black community, it donned on me in recent months that the dismal and prolonged downturn of my people had greatly accelerated. Tonight I again take survey of my brethren; spiritually, we are no more. This revelation knocked the wind out of me. It had been largely to the purpose of helping blacks wake up and see the error of their ways that I committed myself to some 13 years ago. I thought then that, though blacks had already fallen so far, there was a great chance to overcome. But with this new realization I now sat motionless, wondering if the battle had been lost, if we had eternally surrendered. Or if there was hope. After an internally tumultuous and spiritually troublesome wait, an answer came on this question. It went as follows: I saw the death of Jesus Christ. I saw the death of the black soul. I saw the miraculous resurrection of Christ. And therein, I saw the glimmer of hope. The only hope of the black community is for a resurrection of miraculous proportions. Blacks of today must atone for the sins of our fathers to command the mercy and love that would precipitate such a resurrection. A daunting task this is. Whereas Christ died with a holy nature, the black soul has died in the gallows of weakness and immorality. A representative snapshot of the black community today: Seventy percent of black babies born out of wedlock has lent itself to an epidemic of fatherlessness. The black woman carries no respect for a man of such weakness and harbors perpetual hatred for this man who bedded, and then abandoned, her. The father's absence made the mother the influential figure to the family. But her anger toward the man who left her is so great that she cannot be a positive influence. The black youth is victimized by his mother's dominant hatred. With no father as a figure of guidance and respect, the child can't help but yield to this force of darkness. So the young black man comes to what he is today-incidentally a perfect representation of the overall downfall of the black community. No direction. No drive. No soul. Generally today, young black men carry with them no sense of responsibility to be productive, no aversion to undisciplined behavior, nor any indication that they can overcome the sin into which they're born. Rather than work and strive to move up in the world, they opt to abuse drugs, chase women, and act like immature fools. Usually when one is born into dire circumstances he is accompanied by a sense of desperation to succeed. He innately feels that he must work hard, harder than all those around him just to be able to survive. The young black man of today feels none of this. His focus is on his next joint. The emasculation of the young black man by the dominant black women has destroyed this drive. His innate sense now is to lust after a woman. In doing so, the black man is forever subject to "momma." Meanwhile, young black girls do as their mothers do and adopt the same vicious, emasculatory techniques. Thus a cycle perpetuates. With few strong examples of God's commandments among black men, unprecedented destruction nears. Not all of the members of the black community are like this-but this is, sad to say, an accurate representation of the evil that has taken hold of black America. This outright rejection of God by the black community has so angered Him that, I believe, He has decidedly pulled the plug on our people. Spit in God's face, and, well, he let's you do so, but from hereon you're on your own. The penance that the black community is going to have to pay to regain God's favor is incalculable. Ever since the black community began viciously forsaking God in the early sixties, all the plague and curse spoken of in Deuteronomy has come to pass. The dawn of the civil rights movement was the dawn of unprecedented sin in the black community. This forty-year history of unconstrained sin began with the black man's weakness in letting women take over, therein committing an outright insult of God. God ordained a spiritual order of God in Christ, Christ in man, man over woman, and woman over children. Black men have lost their connection with Christ and in their weakness, women have become the head of the temporal realm. This is a violation of God's established order and will never work. This violation has reached such epic proportions that black women today are not only in charge of the home, but they hold great power in public schools and are now becoming the head of the black church! It is because black men refuse to be strong and speak against this that God has seemingly let the black community go. So far lost have we become that it is going to require a huge step up by black men to regain God's blessing. Just a few men stepping up will not absolve this sin. Many will have to come forward prepared to sacrifice greatly to rediscover our once sacred relationship with Him. We all know by now that none of our leaders will lift a finger to this end. They have made it clear that their sole purpose is to push us farther downward, all the while taking satisfaction in their growing power and wealth. Therefore we must self-mobilize. We no longer have leaders to rely upon-we have only ourselves. So great is the demoralization in the black community, particularly among young black men, that it will take a great many of us in an unparalleled effort over an indefinite time frame if we have any hope. I once heard Mel Gibson say in a movie, "I have long feared that my sins would come back to visit me, and the cost is more than I can bear." Well those sins have come back to visit the black community with a vengeance, and the cost may be more than we can bear. But at least out of respect for the values we once held dear and the strength we once had as a people, we are obligated to attempt with all our hearts to regain that ideal, or die trying. We must now forget all our petty angers, our weaknesses, and our unfounded rage and come forward prepared for the great penance that lies ahead. And we must do so without self-pity. After all, the black soul is dead and we ourselves are to blame. |
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