Black Depression – A Means To A White End

BLACK DEPRESSION – A
MEANS TO A WHITE END

Sure we’re depressed, and rightly so. After more than 300
hundred years of being systematically degraded and spit upon
by white America it is hard for us to feel any other way.
But, you say, I can always treat my depression by running
down to Maverick’s Flat or the Light House on the weekend to
snap my fingers and do the boogaloo – but that’s just a thing
we do to keep ourselves from becoming more depressed.
Depression comes in varied forms, and many times we
refuse to make ourselves consciously aware of whats really
happening.
We over-customize our cars to relieve this depression; we
over-dress ourselves to relieve this depression; we run games on
people to relieve this depression; one brother tries to be cooler
than another brother to relieve this depression.
Why do we do these things? What are we trying to prove, or
who are we trying to be other than ourselves?
Do we do it because thats what’s happening? No. We do it
because we are trying to put ourselves in a position of power
among our own people, so we can feel big and powerful like
white America.
In short, you are living up to white America’s stereotype,
and at the same time trying to dream yourself into a position
of power.
The sad thing is that while we stand there playing a fools
game, white America is laughing at us.
They’re laughing because they put the traps out there and
black people keep falling for them.
We spend our money and put all our efforts into trying to
look good in the eyes of white America – who could care less.
White America knows what black people want; for the
simple reason they know what they haven’t given us.
They put the temptation there, and we run after it like
sheep going to the slaughter house.
They put an Eldorado Cadilac on the car lot, and who’s the
first person to buy one – black people; they come out with a
new type of suit or sport coat and who’s the first in the
neighborhood to have one – black people; they stick a “Red
devil” in your face and who’s the first person to get high and
tear-up the Eldorado he bought last week – black people.
Why do we always fall victim to these material hang-ups?
The only possible reason I can think of, is that, maybe
we’re so unhappy (Depressed) with our own existence in racist
America, and just disgusted with ourselves in general for not
getting ahead, that we believe that these material things will
relieve our depression.
You see, white America is also aware of this; they know
you are depressed, because they made you that way.
They also know that in order to keep you depressed,
they must, keep you running after, new suits, new cars, and
other things that tend to psyche black people into believing
they’re equal in the eyes of white America.
How can we or any other group of people expect to
progress if we continue to be suckers to white America’s
economic game.
And, how else can we be anything but “Depressed” when
we continually work for the good of white America and for
the destruction of our own race.
The reality and depression of the material possession game
is simply this: When you get in your Eldorado and get stopped
by a policeman in Glendale, who decides to beat your head,
you suddenly find that you’re just another black statistic to an
uninterested American “Storm Trooper” (That’s depression).
Or, when you put on your new suit to go find a job and the
employer tells you, “We’ll give you a call if a job comes up”.
At this point there are three different types of depression
you must confront; (1) you believe they discriminated against
you because of your color, (2) your mad because you didn’t
get the job, (3) and finally, your wife is going to nag at you for
not bringing any money into the house.
This type of depression will only lead to self-hate, and this
self-hate will continue to perpetuate into the form of a “Negro
Robot”, who walks and talks to the tune of a musically
uneducated white America.
Why must we run to white America for help and never our
own brothers and sisters?
This unfortunately is all a part of your sociological,
psychological conditioning that says, “The white man will help
you, and your black brother will only stab you in the back”.
White America has been the one stabbing you – so wake up.
The only reason your brother stabs you is because white
America stabs him every day. We can’t win the fight as
individuals, we must do it together.
We must stop living a lie and start facing the fact that,
White America wishes to keep us divided, because they are
afraid of the potential power Black people would have if they
united.
Just think how much of a threat we could be to the
economic, political, and social structure if Blacks took their
“red devil” money, their “Eldorado” money, or their “new
suit” money and put it into a national bank for Black people.
Then we wouldn’t have to wait for the government, we
could help ourselves (This in itself would eliminate the
depression of trying to survive in a racist country).
Webster’s definition of depression is: 1. Low spirits;
gloominess; dejection; sadness. 2. a decrease in functional
activity. 3. An emotional condition, either normal or
pathologenical, characterized by discouragement, a feeling of
inadequacy.
If you brothers and sisters want to be in poor old Websters’
bag, go ahead. But for heaven’s sake in the future if you insist
on being depressed, and prefer to follow a false image of
someone else, at least be depressed with something that has
more soul than an uncoordinated White America.