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
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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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