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Imagine A Black NationIn Memory of Imari Obadele By Marvin X RBG Communiversity
And yes, there is pain and rivalry, jealousy and envy, love and hate in the night, but we are therein the sun, in the snow, a nation not yet standing, not fully sensing our power, strength, the fullstrength of a mighty nation forced together again, not since fleeing the pyramids and pharaohs,the murders for succession, the flight of queens with sons and daughters who did not assume thethrone. And there was drought and famine forcing them up the Nile, the mighty Congo andNiger.Imagine, the Republic of Pan Africa, not the nationalism of fools, but the product of engineers,planners and builders who began with a thought centuries ago in the cane, cotton and rice fields,the woods of Nat Turner, Gabriel Prosser, Denmark Vesey, the railroad of Harriet Tubman, thewomanhood of Sojourner Truth, but caught, yes, as [James] Cone said, between the cross and thelynching tree.But it was the thought that refused to die, yet resurrected every season like the Nile, the dream of the homeland where we must be taken in once again. Have we not paid for this land with sweat,blood and tears? It is ours so claim the portion we desire, stand upon the ground and cry libertyor death, but have we not died a million times, even now at this hour we crucify ourselves forfailing to stand tall as full men and women, our children annihilate themselves like Buddhistmonks on fire in Vietnam, only because we have not passed on ancestor tales of liberty andfreedom, discipline and work.Imagine a nation, days of absence from our animal selves, and the donning of our divinity,wherein we hate each other no more, never again, the jealousy, the Willie Lynch syndrome,
Yacoub’s children playing with steel, some genetic defect in our divine nature.
Imagine a nation, removed from those we cannot live with in peace, thus we part from them andtheir wickedness, taking with us only the genius of our minds, for look at the fruit of our laborunder the sun, surely we can do the same for ourselves as we did for the master, transcending thepyramids with our original creations for now and tomorrow.But the question is not if or when America falls, but what is the post-American plan for NorthAmerican Africans? Will they finally acquire the sovereignty as a nation of self-determinedpeople, will they secure a land base with access to the sea and mineral rich for their centuries of free and nearly free labor under the sun? Or will they sit with dicks in their hands and heartsracing while other ethnic groups secure the division of this stolen property.Surely the Native Americans will want their fair share, the Latinos, the Asians, and poorwhites
will the so called Negro sit around waiting for the Master to return, or will he go about,finally and without hesitation, doing for self, reconstructing his fallen cities, getting control of the infrastructure, water, electricity, roads, schools, work places, airports.