We the People: A Declaration of Interdependence

my small contribution to Skipp Coon’s seminal work “Miles-Garvey,” dropping August 21, Nat Turner’s insurrection 183 years ago

We the people of the Fractured States of America who do not confuse being here with whiteness do solemnly swear to revolutionize and redeem this land that has soaked up the blood, tears and sweat of us who have worked it. The poor among those who are united are invited to caucus, too, though they’re not likely to join us. We know this. But we are a just people.

First, we shall come together and wrestle, as a group of people who’ve been sold the American dream but open the box to find nothing there, with the anger, sadness and disappointment of the lies we’ve been told and swallowed. We will work through what it means to be a non-white person in America. Is our reality here a dream with bad parts or a nightmare with good ones? Our eyes have seen the glory of a different day and age. We are visionaries.

This land is your land, but this land is also my land. Let us make it clear to those who try to harm us physically, spiritually or psychologically—who try to tell us that we’re anything other than what we’ve decided individually and corporately we are—that their wounds will no longer be taken as par for the course: “This is your warning.” We are a fair people; we must give a warning.

When and if our cry is not heard the next time (for there will be a next time), we will act. Not recklessly but intentionally. Our spontaneous outbursts and natural responses to pain leave opportunities for us to be individualized. There won’t be time for that. We are also a disciplined people. We’ve been told otherwise, but it is best practice to take the subjugators definitions of us and flip them over, when searching the truth.

In the moment of loving repercussion (for we are also a loving people), no one will care what set you’re claiming. There’s only one set: a humanity who’s skin color ranges from white, darkened by coal, to dark as coal, illuminated only by light that expects liberation by our means, for it’s necessary. We’ve been ignored (at best, possibly) or oppressed, left with scars that are reminders of stories that we’ve not yet overcome after all these days. We will all be one—one made up of millions.

Before we reprimand them, as a thoughtful parent does a child, we will explain to them what is about to happen and why.

“We told you not to violate us again. We did not ask because you would have been left with a choice. History has taught us what choice you would have made, if given an option. Our consciousness is a part of God’s; our bodies belong to God; our feelings are validated by the empathic God. When you hurt, berate, lie to and withhold from us, you are transgressing God God’s self. This lesson was taught and ordained by God. Wrath is yet to come, if the God of the cross and the lynching tree decides in God’s righteousness that you deserve it. We are not God. You ready?”

We will not be taken seriously, but that’s OK. It will certainly mean this lesson will be bought, not just taught.

A collective action will ensue. Whatever it is, it should probably involve money, as lessons tied to money are learned quicker. At least that will be my suggestion. We hold these truths to be self-evident: The love of money is the root of all evil. Your menage a trios with money has caused us deep-seated jealousy. Yes, we are a jealous people.

You hear my voice, some of you, and wonder, “When will she say anything about women? When will she mention me? My issue? My nuance?” Oh, say can you see, sister, or whoever you maybe, when we willful insubordinates of the system come together at this point, there will have already been a conversation, an understanding of and commitment to you.

This requires, firstly, that we speak. We have been silent far too long. Then we will listen with just as much passion and anticipation as when we spoke. We will not posture ourselves for priority; we know our worth, and you do too. We are an intertwined people. Right?

Ultimately, it is all about the uplift of a people. And the secret will be when we are lifted, so shall we all shadowed beneath thy hand, forever stand true to our God, true to our native land.


~ by MsInklination on August 13, 2014.

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