Listen Siblings, I come in peace,
“When you control a man’s thinking you do not have to worry about his actions. You do not have to tell him not to stand here or go yonder. He will find his ‘proper place’ and will stay in it. You do not need to send him to the back door. He will go without being told. In fact, if there is no back door, he will cut one for his special benefit. His education makes it necessary.” — Carter G. Woodson
However you are dressed at this moment, no one directly told you to dress that way. You dressed yourself. You saw the styles on the television and the billboards. And this is the case for most all of our people dressed up (or down) today.
The following fable involves a conversation with a squirrel, proving that one can learn from everything. It’s very one-sided, for sometimes when the wise dialogue, only one speaks.
See in it wisdom and love our people enough to devote to spreading that wisdom in a local edifice for which they can freely and safely commune: an African Blood Siblings Community Center. Just write the ABS for information and gather twenty community members. Your rallying will change our world. Share, subscribe, love.
Fable: The Fit Squirrel
By Onitaset Kumat
You’ve seen one before. Those small little critters named squirrels. They run down whichever edifice then jump high and far onto trees, speedily climbing up out of harms way. The animals are fit to their environment.
Intrigued, I posed a question. “How,” I asked, “are you so fit for this setting?”
Immediately, I noted the wisdom of the listening squirrel. For she turned to me, with eyes piercing sharply into mine, and spoke “The body is the house of God. That is why it is said, ‘Man know thyself.’” She continued, “I am fit by what I eat. If I ate like a dog, no matter how good the diet is for a dog, I would not be as able in this community.” She waited for me to affirm then continued, “The mind works in the same way. The mind eats everything on its plate. Design the plate of your mind and you shall be able in your community, Onitaset Kumat.” She waited again for me, then finished, “You had said ‘all speech comes from all listening, but all wise from where is wise.’ Your plate must be designed for Truth and Justice and you must design plates for Truth and Justice.”
Then she stopped speaking. She saw that I had no words and jumped toward a tree. I did not follow her with my eyes. My eyes turned inward.
Other squirrels ran and jumped pass me. Each climbing atop the nearby tree. Each indistingushable from the other.
Until finally one squirrel came, sauntered by, tried to jump and plopped onto the floor. It was a dream. But I saw in it what the fit Squirrel had said. We will not build lest Love, Knowledge, and Wisdom are the sustenance of our mind, instead of this Hate, Ignorance, and Error. Let the African Blood Siblings be the sustenance of your mind and the minds of our race. Then we will restore our fitness.