
Red Pill vs Blue Pill: History’s Malevolence
Written by Teodrose Fikre, January 3, 2017, 0 Comments
I have written a lot in my life; I would like to think that, in my own small way, I have used my God given talents to speak truth to power while trying to inspire others to challenge conventional wisdom. Though I have many failings, especially when I invert my gift to serve my own ego, at my core what I yearn above all is for the dreams and aspirations of past and present prophets of peace and love to one day be realized in our lifetime. Though I am a man of faith, I don’t make it a habit to push my faith on others. I just plant seeds and have faith in time the seeds sprout and are nourished by others.
I am writing this as an introduction to a poem I wrote not too long ago which, when I am at my last days, I will look back upon and realize this was the most important thing I’ve written. I once thought that my greatest work occurred in 2008, when a speech idea I forwarded to then Senator Barack Obama’s neighbor ended up being incorporated in Obama’s South Carolina victory speech after the speech idea made its way to Valerie Jarrett and Obama’s sister. In retrospect, what I wrote back then was a dream which ended up being co-opted by a dream nullifier. It was this very accomplishment that ended up leading to my exodus and turned a once upper-middle class consultant into a sojourner. But the blessings of life are born in the very womb of distress and hardship. It was in the midst of my greatest tribulation that I wrote the poem below, it is my hope that people really take the time to read the words carefully and understand that we, the people, have more in common than our differences. This is my version of “Red State versus Blue State” speech of sorts, except I wrote this from the heart instead of someone else who read his words from teleprompters for the sake of gaining status.
My hope is that you reflect on these words and then take a pause and question those who push separable grievances instead of advocating for universal justice. The change we are looking for will not come from the powerful; their interest are diametrically opposed to our hopes for their dreams depend on the rest of being fractured. The change will come from us, the people, for only unity can overcome the power of the few who run roughshod over all of us. Labels and isms only shatter humanity and perpetuate injustice, it is time for us to set aside ideology and come together as a people.
I hope you reflect on these words below and then share this message to others, don’t focus on the messenger, I am but a servant and who I am is at the end inconsequential. Focus on the words and the message and then start a revolution of love and oneness. I guess in a way, this can be looked upon as a red pill versus blue pill moment. I hope you choose above all to question the very things we are forced fed as a society. Don’t take what I wrote as the truth, no one has a monopoly on truth, instead view it as a journey we are all on to discover truth. That journey starts with questioning indoctrination, above all, having dialogues instead of yelling past each other.
History’s Malevolence
The middle ground is treacherous
Preaching unity to all sides dangerous
I mean trying to find a universal language
Creating consensus out of chaos
Is often laden with insults—profoundly onerous
It’s easier rebuilding the tower of Babel
But lend me an ear brethren and sisters
What if I told you history was malevolent
Facts rewritten by victors and conquerors
In order to split the masses into opponents
Propagating propaganda to prolong injustice
What if I told you that the Civil War
For example to pick one of many instances
Was not truly about slavery
It was about the economy
Forcing one ideology over another
The powerful versus the feeble
A clash of aristocrats and the prosperous
Who duped the powerless to fight each other
Most “white folk” in the south
Were struggling as indentured servants
Deteriorating in barrenness
Now the powerful spread lies
Fracturing society into encampments
Pains of the subjugated
Being used to hide intentions of a system
In the process pitting one against the other
Racism is about power
But they deceive you into thinking
That fellow victims are racists
To obfuscate the true malevolence of bigotry
Hiding the hands of those who bleed society
What if I told you
That poor “white” folk in Antebellum
Had more in common with “slaves”
Than they did with nefarious “slave” owners
And only a fraction of society, the wealthy aristocracy
On both sides of the war irrespective of location
Thrived in the midst of hardship
The multitudes on both sides
Living in destitution and squalor
As they teach that Lincoln was the “Great Emancipator”
Educating us to elevate a president
To the status of God for “black people”
Maybe you should read Lincoln’s speech
“A House Divided”
And you would realize that history
Is full of utter bullshit
Injustice only prospers
When the people are splintered
And feed into the propaganda of the system
Did you get mad, think of me as a sellout
As if I was dismissing the horrors of slavery
Or diminishing the pains of its legacy
Do you think I am trying to erase Jim Crow
Will you accuse me of negating
The terrors of Reconstruction
Or do you understand
That the ancestors of “black” and “white”
The children of the masses
Irrespective of color
Are besieged in poverty and squalor
At this precise exact moment
For the Civil War is still raging
As they pit races against each other
Trying to instigate strife and friction
As they manipulate society
To rupture into racial warfare and hostility
Think about this for a moment
Who shares the burdens of the broken
Of “black folk” who shiver in Chicago?
Is it the bourgeoisie Congressional Black Caucus in D.C.
Is it the “first black president”
And the jive talkers like Sharpton
And his ilk who live in Manhattan partying in the Hamptons
Attending soirées in Martha’s Vineyard chalets
Or do poor “black” folk in the cities
Have more in common with their brethren
The impoverished “white people” in the Appalachians?
It’s always easier to speak to individual grievances
To impassion flames instead of spreading light
Insults follow the ones who preach universal justice
Applause given to those who demagogue incessantly
See history is meant to cleave people
To teach that others are dissimilar
But in truth the lives of most are unbearable
Slavery has taken on a new concept
Where debt has become the new bondage
And poverty is the new shackle
Most of us are ensnared in irrespective of identity
More and more falling into this depraved captivity
When it comes to historical injustices
The sins of a diabolic few
Cannot be blamed on the masses
I mean Mussolini’s army not too long ago
Terrorized my native land Ethiopia
As mothers and children
Innocent civilians
Perished by the hundreds of thousands
Charred up by chemical weapons
A holocaust visited upon my ancestors
But I can’t blame Italians
For the horror of a murderous cabal
For there are masses in Italy
Suffering just like the masses in my country
This same message I preach to my fellow Ethiopians
Those who are blinded by tribalism
As they insult their countrymen
Letting animosity overcome their emotions
This is the reason Ethiopia is shattering
And why tyrants rule with iron fists
Injustice making us forget our common heritage
Making us disregard that we are one people
United by one common struggle
It’s always easier for the powerful
To pilfer the citizenry and fleece us blindly
As long as we are distracted by differences
To “white people”
This message I reiterate
So called “minorities” have identical struggles
The same burdens that you go through
So why get mad at the meager means
Of those who are broken by poverty
The pittance given to those caught in bleakness
Instead of being outraged
By the thievery being undertaken by the few
The billionaire class who we worship
As they swindle our life savings
History is mendacious
Truth subverted into propaganda
Instead of dwelling on past pains
And residing in separable grievances
Why don’t we unite as one people
If you want to end injustice
Stop monopolizing pain
And understand one thing
We are all in this together
Or we will suffer forever fractured
This is why I keep using quote marks
Around the words “white” and “black”
Because these labels are pernicious
They prevent us from realizing our cohesion
For we are more than labels
We are humans united by the same purpose
History is full of lies and divisiveness
It’s in our hearts we find humanity’s oneness
~ Excerpt from Serendipity’s Trace, a book of our common struggles and connective hopes. Search “Serendipity’s Trace” on Amazon or “Teodrose Fikre” to find the the book ~
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