Note# 22 Imagine A Black Nation
In Memory of Imari Obadele, Republic of New Africa
What happened to Nation Time, the dreams, visions, revisions, disillusions -- a time of hope
unfulfilled, “Driftin’ and Driftin’, like that Charles Brown blues tune, no more imagination
beyond a return to ancient Kemet, the land we fled four thousand years ago, thus an impossible
return, for who can go home after four thousand years except a mad Jew, and we see what
terror he has caused upon return--Jewish nationalism, white nationalism, black nationalism,
La Raza nationalism, Chinese nationalism, revolutionary black nationalism,et al.
unfulfilled, “Driftin’ and Driftin’, like that Charles Brown blues tune, no more imagination
beyond a return to ancient Kemet, the land we fled four thousand years ago, thus an impossible
return, for who can go home after four thousand years except a mad Jew, and we see what
terror he has caused upon return--Jewish nationalism, white nationalism, black nationalism,
La Raza nationalism, Chinese nationalism, revolutionary black nationalism,et al.
Black nationalism is a mental drift, the most terrible kind because it tears at the heart as well
as the mind, thus we are drenched in sweat upon awakening from the nightmare of imagination
and must face the bright sun of reality: we have no nation, want no nation, satisfied to be lost
and turned out on the way to grandmother's house (Whispers, Olivia).
as the mind, thus we are drenched in sweat upon awakening from the nightmare of imagination
and must face the bright sun of reality: we have no nation, want no nation, satisfied to be lost
and turned out on the way to grandmother's house (Whispers, Olivia).
Shall we drift from here to eternity, for how can we avoid synchronizing our dreams with
reality, finally and forever, standing on solid ground as we move into the future of a thousand
tomorrows.
reality, finally and forever, standing on solid ground as we move into the future of a thousand
tomorrows.
Imagine a nation, a land of soul people who are healing their wounds from centuries of terror,
who blame no one except themselves for the terror, for the ship and whip, the cross and
lynching tree, yes, the strange fruit of the last supper in paradise, before entering the door
of no return.
who blame no one except themselves for the terror, for the ship and whip, the cross and
lynching tree, yes, the strange fruit of the last supper in paradise, before entering the door
of no return.
Imagine a nation, somewhere in the South where our people died, where we can honor their
bones and blood, shed in the sun and night, where their spirits still dance in the swamp
and river bottoms, the plantations and huts still standing, where spirits go wild in the wind
and in the stillness of summer.
bones and blood, shed in the sun and night, where their spirits still dance in the swamp
and river bottoms, the plantations and huts still standing, where spirits go wild in the wind
and in the stillness of summer.
Imagine a nation, perhaps Up South in the wicked cities that defied the hope and dreams
of generations, maybe there we shall declare ourselves free and claim sovereignty, a place
called the Republic of Pan Africa, like Brooklyn. where we have gathered for the first time
in four thousand years, de facto capital of the Diaspora, coming from Mississippi, North
and South Carolina Africans, Jamaica and Haitian Africans, Nigerian, Ghanaian and
Senegalese, bound together again, this time forever on Fulton Street and streets too many
to name.
of generations, maybe there we shall declare ourselves free and claim sovereignty, a place
called the Republic of Pan Africa, like Brooklyn. where we have gathered for the first time
in four thousand years, de facto capital of the Diaspora, coming from Mississippi, North
and South Carolina Africans, Jamaica and Haitian Africans, Nigerian, Ghanaian and
Senegalese, bound together again, this time forever on Fulton Street and streets too many
to name.
And yes, there is pain and rivalry, jealousy and envy, love and hate in the night, but we are
there in the sun, in the snow, a nation not yet standing, not fully sensing our power, strength,
the full strength 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 the throne. And there was drought and famine forcing them up the Nile,
the mighty Congo and Niger.
there in the sun, in the snow, a nation not yet standing, not fully sensing our power, strength,
the full strength 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 the throne. And there was drought and famine forcing them up the Nile,
the mighty Congo and Niger.
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, the womanhood of Sojourner Truth, but caught, yes, as
Rev.James Cone (RIP) said, between the cross and lynching tree.
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, the womanhood of Sojourner Truth, but caught, yes, as
Rev.James Cone (RIP) said, between the cross and lynching 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 liberty or death, but have we not died a million times, even now at this
hour we crucify ourselves for failing to stand tall as full men and women, our children
annihilate themselves like Buddhist monks on fire in Vietnam, only because we have not
passed on ancestor tales of liberty and freedom, discipline and work.
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 liberty or death, but have we not died a million times, even now at this
hour we crucify ourselves for failing to stand tall as full men and women, our children
annihilate themselves like Buddhist monks on fire in Vietnam, only because we have not
passed on ancestor tales of liberty and freedom, 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.
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
and their wickedness, taking with us only the genius of our minds, for look at the fruit of our
labor under the sun, surely we can do the same for ourselves as we did for the master,
transcending the pyramids with our original creations in the now and tomorrow.
and their wickedness, taking with us only the genius of our minds, for look at the fruit of our
labor under the sun, surely we can do the same for ourselves as we did for the master,
transcending the pyramids with our original creations in the now and tomorrow.
But the question is not if but when America falls, what is the post-American plan for North
American Africans? Will we finally acquire sovereignty as a nation of self-determined people,
will we secure a land base with access to the sea, and minerally rich for our centuries of free
and nearly free labor under the sun? Or will we sit with while other ethnic groups secure the
division of this stolen property called the united snakes of america..
American Africans? Will we finally acquire sovereignty as a nation of self-determined people,
will we secure a land base with access to the sea, and minerally rich for our centuries of free
and nearly free labor under the sun? Or will we sit with while other ethnic groups secure the
division of this stolen property called the united snakes of america..
Native Americans will want equity for thievery, their fair share, along with Latinos, Asians
and poor whites—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, workplaces, airports,
taxes, security? We have done it for the white man, 2019 shall be the 400 year celebration of
our landing in this wilderness of North America. Are we prepared to report to God, ancestors,
elders, adults, children on our condition after being kidnapped 400 years ago, 1619.
and poor whites—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, workplaces, airports,
taxes, security? We have done it for the white man, 2019 shall be the 400 year celebration of
our landing in this wilderness of North America. Are we prepared to report to God, ancestors,
elders, adults, children on our condition after being kidnapped 400 years ago, 1619.
Long ago we called for Black Power, but with the coming fall of America, we shall have the
opportunity to fulfill our dreams. Oh, it cannot happen? America is too strong. Firstly, you
have no real idea how strong America is just as you have no idea how strong you are—you
are so full of fear you cannot and never have been able to think straight. Every thought
you ever thought has been wrong simply because it was not thinking outside the box of
Americana, because you have been confined to the box and never
had a chance to consider the configuration of your society except for your 19th century
thinkers and dreamers, and your 20th century thinkers and planners. Garvey and Elijah
Muhammad. Imari dreamed of the Republic of New Africa.
opportunity to fulfill our dreams. Oh, it cannot happen? America is too strong. Firstly, you
have no real idea how strong America is just as you have no idea how strong you are—you
are so full of fear you cannot and never have been able to think straight. Every thought
you ever thought has been wrong simply because it was not thinking outside the box of
Americana, because you have been confined to the box and never
had a chance to consider the configuration of your society except for your 19th century
thinkers and dreamers, and your 20th century thinkers and planners. Garvey and Elijah
Muhammad. Imari dreamed of the Republic of New Africa.
Nations come and go, where is Egypt, Rome, Greece, Great Britain and the Soviet Union?
Does the Chinaman have a chance today--you haven't heard that racist remark recently,
for the Chinese have a very good chance to rule the world. so why do you think America
shall remain forever and forever in its present condition?
Does the Chinaman have a chance today--you haven't heard that racist remark recently,
for the Chinese have a very good chance to rule the world. so why do you think America
shall remain forever and forever in its present condition?
It will absolutely change because its ethnic minorities shall soon become the majority.
Why are not your leaders planning for the future and our well-deserved fair share?
If and when America, as did the Soviet Union, falls apart, what do you want? A job?
A job, a job!
Why are not your leaders planning for the future and our well-deserved fair share?
If and when America, as did the Soviet Union, falls apart, what do you want? A job?
A job, a job!
You mean after 400 years of free and nearly free labor, you only desire a job? Are you crazy,
are you totally insane or just lazy, like a whore awaiting marching orders from her pimp—
not knowing the pimp is dead, he was killed in a shootout with rivals. Your leaders, why are
they running around licking the behinds of the the Democratic and Republican parties rather
than establishing an independent political entity that will take us into the future?
They shall be charged for their shortsightedness, their myopia of the mind.
are you totally insane or just lazy, like a whore awaiting marching orders from her pimp—
not knowing the pimp is dead, he was killed in a shootout with rivals. Your leaders, why are
they running around licking the behinds of the the Democratic and Republican parties rather
than establishing an independent political entity that will take us into the future?
They shall be charged for their shortsightedness, their myopia of the mind.
Our goal should not be to achieve parity with white Americans (which is mediocrity, at best),
but with India and China. We should forget about equality with Americans and see the global
picture and imagine our role in it. But we are so blinded by white supremacy that all we see is
white, white, white. Look around, the world is no longer white. Power will not be white in the
not so distant future—can you look ahead a few days and plan accordingly or shall you sit on
your behinds awaiting the crumbs from the fall of America?
but with India and China. We should forget about equality with Americans and see the global
picture and imagine our role in it. But we are so blinded by white supremacy that all we see is
white, white, white. Look around, the world is no longer white. Power will not be white in the
not so distant future—can you look ahead a few days and plan accordingly or shall you sit on
your behinds awaiting the crumbs from the fall of America?