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You Killed Her

The Statue of Liberty is swimming back to France as we speak, “To save the tired, poor, huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, the homeless.” She has in her arms “The Dreamers”. Those who were locked in the cages, at the Southern Border.

Breaking news. The Statue of Liberty has just drowned. I repeat, the Statue of Liberty has just drowned. Along with the huddled masses. Lady Liberty tried her very best to find a home. A home for the “The Dreamers”. But ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry, but she’s gone. Taking with her the “American Dream.” Ms. Liberty was found at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. With the huddle masses in one arm. And her Torch in the other.
Every port of entry on the planet turned her away. I asked my great grandmother, how did Lady Liberty die?

GREAT GRANDMA. The other nations told her that the “American Dream” is dead. She swam away, trying to keep her head above the water with each stroke. The same time, barely keeping her torch from going out. Lady Liberty thought she would give America one more chance. To, “Do the Right Thing.”
She decided that she would spend her last bit of energy, trying to make it back, to the U.S shore. Maybe America will welcome her back again. It was in her DNA, to keep the Dream Alive. Her flame began to flicker. She wondered if anyone on the shores of Ellis Island would jump into the water to save her. And put her back onto her pedestal. To be the light, and hope, for the world once again. There must be someone that can “realize the true meaning of her creed,” she thought.

Enough to jump into the water to save her. “Is there anyone left that has a beacon of light and hope in their own heart,” she asked. Liberty carved out of stone as a symbol. A dream not yet fulfilled. She is a dream that must be realized by those of flesh and blood.
Liberty sees the American people, just standing at the shore. As if they no longer recognize her. There wasn’t anyone willing to greet her or welcome her huddled masses. As she stopped, she “wade in the water.”

To wait for a lifesaver, to be thrown out to her. She had realized that her land of the free and home of the brave had somehow changed. Everyone watched as she looked down at her huddled masses in one arm. And the torch in the other. And as her eyes glossed over, she began to slip under the water. Liberty and the “Dreamers,” took their last breaths. But before she went under, she took one last look toward the shore. And there before her, were the great, great, great, grandchildren, of the people, she first welcomed to America.

Those that first walked off those ships to start their lives all over again.
Lady Liberty looked in their eyes and looked at their faces. And she could see their family resemblances. She saw grandchildren of the Smiths, the Thompsons, and many, many more. But what she did not see was the hope. That their grandparents once had, when they arrived onto these shores. Those people who helped to lay the foundation, that their great, great, great-grandchildren, now stand on.
And at that moment, the First Lady lost all hope. She decided to slip under the surface of the water, for the last time. And as I stood there crying. People asked me, “why are you crying for a statue? A statue is not real.” I told them that, “these tears are not for a statue. I’m crying for the dream that just died. The dream, that freed the slaves. Fought for Women’s Suffrage, and gave hope to “The Dreamers”.
“Lady Liberty is gone, and everyone is trying to act like they don’t remember. As if she did not mean anything. That she never even existed. Or remembered her sacrifice and those that sacrificed, in her name. And the sacrifices that she had made, for those that came before us. You watched her drown. And not a tear was shed. Fuck all you motherfuckers!
The beachgoers came later to watch the sunset. As they did every day. And that sun, that they thought they saw, setting over the horizon, was no sun at all. But only the last flickers of hope, of a nation that will never be, “Great Again.” – By Lynel Gardner



You shall have no other gods before me. This is expressed in the Bible in Exodus 20:3, Matthew 4:10, Luke 4:8 and elsewhere, e.g.: Ye shall make you no idols nor graven image, neither rear you up a standing image, neither shall ye set up any image of stone in your land, to bow down unto it: for I am the Lord your God.

Roman Slavery and American Slavery

Roman slavery and American slavery – how were they different?

“Race riots decades before the Civil War in such Northern bastions of abolition as Cincinnati, Boston, Pittsburgh, Philadelphia, and New York, and in smaller cities and towns throughout the North, blacks were attacked in the streets by gangs of whites and their neighborhoods were invaded and sacked. African Americans were severely beaten and even killed and black homes and institutions- including schools, churches, and even orphanages-were destroyed by white mobs long before the end of slavery. “The negroes were not generally welcomed in the North.

Many of the northerners who sympathized with the oppressed blacks in the South never dreamt of having them as their neighbors. In the second decade of the twentieth century alone half a million African Americans moved from the impoverished rural to the booming industrial cities of the North, wooed by the promise of jobs and freedom. The migration intensified in the second half of the decade in an industrial boom fueled by the First World War. Blacks arrived by the trainloads, and many whites responded to the African American incursion with a horrific series of racial confrontations, riots and massacres that broke out in cities across the nation beginning in the summer of 1917 in East St. Louis.”

Slavery in America was about race. Unlike the ancient world. Segregation/ Jim Crow, was based on race/ White Supremacy. It was about separating the poor. In order to keep them from uniting against the Freelanders. They did not want, another Bacon’s Rebellion. The idea of whiteness/White Supremacy was an ideology that they massaged into the brains of the white poor. Originally called “White Trash” by the British Aristocracy.In the ancient world, the poor united under poverty. They did not want that to be the case, in America. So they invented the idea of race. White people were the first slaves. The word slave comes from the word Slavic. The Greeks enslaved their own people. – By Lynel Gardner

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Monuments of hate


“The ideological justification of colonial conquest rested on the obliteration of past knowledge and understanding, ethnological perspective, and Arab voyagers. To appreciate this we needn’t go as far back as the legendary King Balthazar, one of the three visitors to Bethlehem during the Nativity. Philippe the I of France and William the Conqueror of England were, in fact, petty nobles compared with great King Tunka Menin of Ghana, who could deploy 40,000 archers in battle: Three centuries later, what European Monarch could match the economic clout of the Mansa of Mali, Kanka Musa, who flooded the market with enough gold to cause a twenty percent devaluation in the Egyptian dinar.”

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Generation Z Don’t Play Dat!


Today’s youth, have only to hit the return button on their computers. And within seconds, they can communicate to the entire world. Their friends, come in all shapes , sizes, and nationalities. The ancient borders, that separated people, in the past. Like the borders of race, nationality, and identity politics. And the structural racism of Jim Crow, Black Codes, Redlining, Segregation, Discrimination, and the Old Boy System. No longer have any affect on them.

The internet has become the great equalizer. They no longer believe, that Big Brother can change their lives for the better. And they also, don’t have to deal with the limitations, of how information, was distributed to the American people in the past. Where we could only get our news, from three sources, NBC, ABC, and CBS. The Z Generation,  can not only drive on the information highway. They can surf it. The World Wide Web, has become the great equalizer.

We used to live in a world, where our parents told us, “Do as I say, and not as I do”. That was a confusing message, for that generation. The generation of today, are asking adults. To be the example, they want to see. Gen Z,  no longer has to wait around, for adults to teach them right from wrong. Or about the birds and the bees.  They can just Google it. -By Lynel Gardner



“For approximately 150 years, union organizing efforts and strikes have been periodically opposed by police, security forces, National Guard units, special police forces such as the Coal Iron Police, and/ or use of the United States Army. Significant incidents have included the Haymarket Riot and the Ludlow massacre. The Homestead struggle of 1892, the Pullman walkout of 1894, and the Colorado Labor Wars of 1903 are examples of unions destroyed or significantly damaged by the deployment of military force. In all three examples, a strike became the triggering event.”

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Candace Owens and her enthusiastic apologist Shtick


“To understand the meaning of slaves as contested terrain is to set the stage for an appreciation of the problem of Nat Turner’s name. It is best to begin with the recognition that legally, in nineteenth century Virginia, as in virtually all slave societies, a slave had no surname. This was no trivial matter. The denial of a legal family name was one of the most powerful symbolic ways in which masters asserted their dominance while simultaneously affirming the slavish condition of the people they owned. One distinguishing feature of slavery, in the minds of masters, was that a slave had no binding legal relationship with kin. Enslaved husbands and wives and enslaved children, could make no legal claims on each other.”

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H.K. Edgerton and his Enthusiastic Apologist Shtick



These people are full of shit. They would not arm fucking slaves. They were doing what they usually do. Fetchning water, cleaning the latrines, washing and grooming the horses, cleaning boots. Washing the officers uniforms. This black guy is dilusional.

There is always a built in audience for this kind of shit. This is why Candece Owens is so popular. They know how to play to their base. They bothe enthusiastic apologist.

I understand that this guy wants people to recognize, the legacy and sacrifices of the black confederate soldier. And he does not want the world, to forget their contribution. But the slaves fought under direst. To say that he understands the mind of a slave fighting for their freedom. Is far fetched. He can’t possibly comprehend, what a slave was up against.

The duality of consciousness, that must have existed in a Southern black soldier. They were fighting for their masters, and at the same time fighting for a promise of freedom. Why should the slaves, trust their masters to set them free? At the end of the war? He not once, brings up the horrors of slavery. Nor the fact that Forest Bedford, one the richest men in the country. Made his wealth, from the slave trade.

When the South was fighting, to maintain the institution of slavery, to begin with? Knowing that America was known, for breaking treaties with the American Indians. This is the silly argument, of the House Negro. Who seeks comfort from the master, rather than the freedom of his people. The one that tells his master, that the slaves are planning a rebellion.

This type of person, does not need to escape. Because it is his master, that keeps a roof over his head, food in his stomach, and clothes on his back. It is very easy for this guy, to speak from a 21st Century point of view. A place of comfort. Free to think, read, write, and move freely. If he were a slave, during the Civil War. I think that his attitude, would have been much different than it is today. Because he would not, be able to think, read, write, and move freely, as he does today. He is presenting a false equivalence.- By Lynel Gardner

What? In other slave societies it was normal to have slaves help in the war effort (Corsair galleys come to mind). That it was abnormal to arm slaves in this context, and the fact that it was only done towards out of desperate necessity, speaks to the pervasiveness of white supremacy in the CSA. And the history books have been telling the Confederate side of the Civil War long enough. You’d prefer to read the textbooks that were written from the 1880s to the 1940s/50s. Go ahead.



Strange Fruit
Billie Holiday
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swingin’ in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin’ from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulgin’ eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burnin’ flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop