Date: Sun, 28 Nov 1999 09:36:32 -0600 (CST) From: James Floyd (jfloyd@hiwaay.net) Subject: Our Paw Paw Who Art In Heaven "Mommy! Mommy! Paw Paw said it again! He said, it was not 'Our Father' he said it was "Our Paw Paw who art in heaven." Well, after all the lexical lashings and me promise not to ever say or do it again, after being put in 'time out' and disallowed any sexual rewards for the rest of this millennium, perhaps, an explanation is required. The truth is that, while my granddaughters were learning the Lord's prayer, I was thinking about my ancestors and how I am sick of being asked, no, I'm sick of beastly little people 'demanding' that I cry with them over their long dead, long suffering, mistreated, ancestors. And I am sorely sick to my soul of hearing that my rich, greedy, plantation owning, J-w/Black whupping, White Fathers were responsible for all the world's past evils. So, let me tell you about my Fathers, my Paw Paws. Iconical worship of dead ancestors is within the exclusive purview of only a chosen few. Pity has a color. Commiseration has an ethnicity. Compassionate tears must be channeled, directed, held in reserve, and released only under the subjective supervision of authorized, certified, guides; modern day shepherds who lead us into 'their' fields of lamentations. All this nabobical nonsense now passes for history. As this ignoble century, the race century, comes to an end, those who have bought our history and paid for the rights to control the minds and emotions of us and our children are hard at work. Those who 'control the past' have, successfully, amplified their collective voices and their eternal din is, truly, deafening and invincible. . . . . . . . Well, almost! My dear, White father you are not forgotten! Your sufferings are not forgotten! I know you, I hear you, I am not ashamed of you and my tender heart and contrite tears are yours. I have no tears to waste on the confabulations of these, for profit, merchants of misery, rather, I choose to learn about you and your anguish, your struggle, ] your bondage, your enshacklement, and your indomitable spirit. I refuse to cry on cue, to cry over recapitulated, revisionist rubbish, the kind of fanciful fables that are channeled into our homes all the live-long day and night and which are designed to contort and defame the White memory. So, what upset me bowels? What brought this disgusting revulsion upon me? Again, that damnable television and a program about "Ship Tales, The St. Louis - 1939 - 907 Unwanted Khazars" - An A&E Documentary (?) Yes! I did it, old Lady, I screamed at the TV! Yes, I threatened them with all my body fluids! I did it because they demanded that I join their pity party over a boat load of ugly little Khazars who spent forty days and forty nights aboard a luxury liner, the St. Louis. There they were, these poor suffering parasites, drinking champagne, eating chateaubriand, dancing, sleeping between clean sheets, dressed fit to kill, fancy clothes and all, their clean bathed little brat children swimming in the deck pool. And, all the while, the narrator, in woe-be-gone-tones, commanded that I should whine and bewail their circumstance. I could only think of you, our Father, below the decks, chained, confined in a hole not more than sixteen feet long with fifty other men, chained to a board with a padlocked collar about your neck. Four of every five of you died in these diseased bilges filled with excrement. Chained or unchained, White slaves, our fathers and mothers, died a miserable, slow death suffering from fever, dysentery, scurvy, mouth rot, measles, smallpox or from starvation or from dehydration. And their bodies were pushed through port holes, unceremoniously thrown to the sea as just another piece of garbage. These hideous thieves of human beings, these captains/merchants of the institute of White slavery afforded our progenitors only cheap, rotton, meat, bad water and lice. And they came to America under these despicable conditions, boat load after boat load, gaunt-White- faced slaves, the Scots, the Irish, the Germanes, and my beloved Welsh fathers. No! You illiterate bastard! The first "soul train" was not a fifty's black, TV dance show; the first soul train began as early as 1609 when they dragged my Father and Mother from their filthy boats and sold them to "soul drivers" who then drove them, like cattle, like brute beast, through the country, looking for buyers. These, my people, are the ones who cleared the land, plowed the new ground, sawed the boards, built the houses and were the first sacrificial victims on altars in the tobacco temples. White people, my people, who did the most dangerous work because they were deemed less valuable than blacks. My people who were branded with hot irons in the face or the hand or whose ears were cut off for striking the master or running away. Enough! Don't you shed one more TV tear, ever again, until you learn about your White Fathers. Go to your dictionary, look under 'indentured' servitude or servant, mark through/black-out "agreement, contract, apprentice," and all the other tacit trash you see there and write-in White Slave! And while you are bettering your dictionary, go to the front and dedicate the damn thing to your ancestors. I have a 1987 Random House, 2nd edition, which was "dedicated to the memory of Jess Stein," it now reads "dedicated to the memory of the Floyds, Loyds, Lloyds and Llewellyns. Your foreFathers would spit on you for not learning, not knowing, not remembering; Sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child. Forgive us our Fathers. Rev. James E. Floyd Church of the Holy Historical Clarification --------------------- Reference: "Bound Over", John Van Der Zee "Gov. and Labor in Early America", R.B. Morris "Colonist in Bondage", Abbott Smith High points of "Bound Over" not fully covered; Disease - pages 252,167 Food water - 198, 252 Value, Black vs White 134, 138, 269, 346 How many? page 246, 2/3 of all Soul-drivers -211 (cattle-call sales of Whites) Kidnapping, origins - 210 Burning in the hand - 71,173,177,183,185 Bacon's revolt, causing replacement by Blacks - 74, 89 Sex - 165 The illusions of reward, someday, a seed, a mule, a tool - 89,118,156,161 Sharecroppers - 84 Non English - 136 Punishment for? - 52,77,111,128 Indentured - 60,61 And much, much, more!.
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