TEHUTI/onlineA Tale of Two Brothers
A Fairy Tale of KMT trans. by Charles Moldenke first published in 1892
According to the Rev. Charles Moldenke the following story, which he calls the oldest fairy tale in the world, has many parallels with the biblical story of Joseph being tempted by Potiphar's wife. (Read Gen. 39:7-20 to see for yourself.) It is said that Moses wrote the first few books of the Bible. It is said that Moses was raised as a Prince of KMT. It seems highly probable that Moses told the Jews (or were they Hebrews?) the story you are about to read as if he made it up himself. We are not biblical scholars but after checking the story of Joseph out there are too many similarities to assume this is a coincidence.
Once upon a time there were two brothers of the same mother and father. Anubis was the name of the elder and Batau that of the younger. Now Anubis was married and had a house while his younger brother worked for him. Batau attended to the clothes, followed the cattle on the pasture, and did the plowing and threshing. In fact he did everything connected with the farm. He was an excellent workman. None could be found like him in the whole country. Batau was a good brother.
The younger brother had been tending the cattle for a long time according to his regular routine. Every evening he returned home with the herbs of the filed on his back that he had gathered while watching the cattle on the pasture. He would set them down before his older brother who passed the day with his wife eating and drinking. Then Batau would lie down to sleep in the stable with the cattle as usual. The next day he would bake loaves of bread on the fire and place them before his older brother and take some loaves to the field. Here he tended the cattle, pasturing them and walking behind them. The cattle would tell him where good herbs were growing and he would listen to all they told him and drive them where they could find the good herbs they loved so much. His cattle thrived under his hands and their young multiplied greatly.
Now when the time of plowing had arrived the older brother said to him; "Come, let us take our yoke of oxen and get ready for plowing. The soil is beginning to appear (after the inundation of the Nile River) and is now in excellent condition. Go to the field with seed and tomorrow we will begin to plow." His younger brother made all the arrangements that he charged him with and on the following day they went out to the field with their yoke of oxen and began to plow. They enjoyed their work and were not idle for a moment. A few days later they were at work still plowing in the field when Anubis came to Batau and said; "Run and fetch some seed from the house." Batau went to Anubis’ wife who was sitting in the house arranging her hair and said to her, "My brother has sent me to you for some seed. Come, give me some seed so I can hurry back. He told me not to be long." But she answered him; "Oh go get it yourself! Open the bin and take as much as you need. I can’t mess with that right now. My hair will get dirty." So the young man went to the stable and took a big basket filled it with as much barley and spelt seed as he needed and put it on his shoulder. When he got back to the house with it his brother’s wife asked him; " How much are you carrying?" He answered, "I have three bushels of spelt and two bushels of barley making five bushels in all." That was all he said but she replied, "You are indeed very strong. I have been admired your strength for some time." Her heart grew very desirous. Then she got up from her chair as her passions rose. "Come," she said, "Let us enjoy an hour of sex. I will do many favors for you and will make you two beautiful garments." But young Batau became like a southern panther and flew into a towering rage at her asking him to commit such a sin. She was scared out of her wits. He said to her, "Are you not as a mother to me and your husband as a father to me? Is he not older than me and supporting me? What a terrible sin you are asking me to commit! My answer is no, and don’t you ever ask me again. I will not tell what you asked me to a living soul nor will any mention of this entire matter ever be made by me to any one." He picked up the big basket and went to the field where Anubis was waiting and they kept doing their work.
In the evening the older brother went directly home while the younger brother walked behind the cattle as he usually did. Batau carried all the produce of the field on his back as he drove the cattle to the stable, which was close to the town. The wife of Anubis was afraid that Batau had told him all that she had said so she smeared herself with grease and dirt that gave her the appearance of one who had been beat up and raped. When her husband came into the house she did not meet him with water for his hands as she always did. His house was in darkness for she had not bothered to light a lamp for him. He found her lying on the floor looking like she had been assaulted. Anubis was full of sorrow and fear for his wife, "Baby, What happened and who did this to you?" "Who else but your younger brother! He has done me violence," she said, "When he came to get some seed for you and found me alone he said to me: let us enjoy an hour of sex. But I did not listen to him and answered am I not as a mother to you and is not your brother like a father to you? He couldn’t handle being rejected. He became out of his mind, beat me, and threatened me with more beatings if I told you what he said. You must take revenge! If you let him live then I must surely die for he will come to beat me because I have told you of his wicked words. He will surely do this." Anubis became like a southern panther. He grabbed his sharpest knife and stormed off to the stable where he hid behind the door to wait. When his younger brother Batau returned and drove the cattle into the stable he would surprise him and kill his treacherous, traitor of a younger brother.
Batau did not get to the stable until after the sun had set. As the lead cow entered the stable she saw the older brother Anubis behind the door so she cried out to Batau, "Take care for your older brother is standing behind the door with his knife and he’s full of anger. Step aside and flee from him while you can." Batau heard the lead cow but couldn’t believe what she told him. When the next cow entered the stable she said the same thing. So Batau bent down and looked under the door and saw the feet of his older brother. He didn’t see the knife but he wasn’t a fool either. Knowing that the wife must have told him a lie he dropped his load and ran. Anubis saw him take off and pursued him with his knife in hand. As they ran the younger brother invoked the neter Ra-Hor-Khuti praying, "Oh my gracious Neter, be the judge between the guilty and the innocent!" Ra-Hor-Khuti heard his prayer and caused a big river full of crocodiles to flow between him and his older brother. Anubis started throwing stones at Batau without hitting him. Batau called out to his older brother saying, "Just quit because you’ll never touch me. I’m leaving but will meet you here tomorrow when the sun rises. I know what has driven you to want to kill me but you have not heard the true facts. I will tell you the true facts tomorrow. For now, know that I can not be like a son to you any longer and will never stay in the same town with you again." Batau left for the acacia hill.
The next day when the Sun, Ra-Hor-Khuti, had risen the two brothers met again. The younger brother addressed the older saying, "Why do you pursue me? Why do you wish to kill me without cause? I am truly your younger brother, you have been as a father to me and your wife has been as a mother." Batau then told his brother everything that happened. "Now you listen to me, when your wife told me to get the seed for us she said to me: Come let us enjoy an hour of sex. See how she has perverted the truth!" He continued and revealed how he handled the situation with honor to he and his brother only to be betrayed by the lies of his brother’s wife. The younger brother swore by Ra-Hor-Khuti saying, Why did you act so wicked without coming to hear me first? Did you really mean to kill me when you were standing behind the door with a knife in your hand? Damn you for such base treachery." Then Batau took a sharp knife, cut off his own penis, and threw the flesh into the river as food for the fish. He began losing much blood which made him very faint and weak. His older brother took this very much to heart and wept violently. He could not cross the river to comfort his younger brother because of the crocodiles and he felt horrible, ashamed of himself, and broken inside for the harm he wanted to do to his brother. His younger brother called to him, "Look, you imagined an evil thing of me and were ignorant of the good service I had done for you. Go home and tend your own cattle for I will not ever stay with you. I’m going to the acacia hill because you came to harm me. I want you to know what will happen to me in the transformation of my heart. I am going to place it in the highest blossom of the acacia. When the tree is cut down my heart will fall to the ground. That will be the day that I die. You will know of my death when every jug of beer you open has fermented and turned to froth. Leave quickly for the acacia hill. My heart will be there when you come to look for it but it won’t be easy to find. After a seven-year quest you will find it so do not be discouraged. Put it in a jar of water and I will revive to give you further instructions. Then you will learn everything." Batau the younger brother left for the acacia hill. Anubis the older brother left for home throwing dust in his hair and beating himself in the head with his fists all the way. When he arrived home he put his wife to death and cast her body to the dogs. Then he sat down and wept for his younger brother Batau.
Batau lived on the acacia hill for a long time with no one to keep him company. He passed the days hunting the beasts of the country and his nights resting under the acacia tree. He put his heart in the highest blossoms just as he told his brother. Eventually Batau built a house for himself on the hill and fitted it with every good thing he wanted. One day as he was walking around the countryside he came about a paut of Neteru as they deliberated the affairs of their land. The entire paut addressed him with a singleness of purpose, "Batau, hero of our paut of Neteru, so you are still all alone since leaving your village because of the wife of Anubis. Know that after you told him of all her false statements against you he went home and killed her and threw her to the dogs." Then they all pitied him. Ra-Hor-Khuti said to Khnum, "Why don’t you create a wife for Batau that he may not be alone?" Khnum made a companion for Batau who was more beautiful than any woman in all the land. The whole essence of the paut of Neteru was in her. Every Neter was proud of Khnum’s work but the seven Hathors came by, took one look and warned them with a singleness of purpose, "She is so lovely she will most surely cause Batau’s death." Batau loved her as much as any man ever loved a woman. She remained in the house when he went hunting beasts throughout the countryside. He always brought fresh meat and game back to her. He cautioned his wife on more than one occasion, "Do not go far from the house. The river might seize you and I’m too weak to rescue you from it. You see I am a woman like yourself and my heart is in the highest blossoms of the acacia. If any man were to find my heart I would fight for it." It was only then that he told her all the circumstances of his life.
Batau and his wife were deeply in love for a several years. One day when he had gone hunting as he usually did his young wife began to stroll under the acacia near the house. The river got a good look at her and was madly in love. The water rushed up to grab her but she ran away from it and barely made it into the house. The river was like a lovesick child. It called out to the acacia, "Oh, how I love her" and other pitiful desperate things. The acacia felt sorry for the river so it gave the river a lock of her hair. The river was so happy that it carried that lock to KMT. The servants of the Pharaoh were washing clothes and the beautiful, sweet odor of her hair saturated the clothes of the Pharaoh. The odor was not very strong but it was so sweet that it made the servants minds go off balance. They began to argue and snap on each other. They played the dozens and quarreled constantly for several days without knowing the reason why. Their overseer noticed that it took them longer to finish the clothes. He came by the river to observe them doing their job. When he saw them fuss and snap on each other all day long he was royally pissed. The overseer ran down to the water to kick some butt. The sweet fragrant odor captivated him. He looked around for the source until he saw the lock of hair in the water and ordered one of his men to get it. When it was brought out of the water the smell was more fragrant and delicious than before. He took it straight to the Pharaoh. When the Pharaoh experienced the smell of the lock of hair he dismissed all his courtiers and servants. Only the priests and scribes of the Temple could help him in this decision. The priests and the scribes did not have to get close to the lock of hair to know the source of the beautiful wonderment it contained. They told him with a singleness of purpose; "This lock of hair belongs to a daughter of Ra-Hor-Khuti. All the essence of the Neteru is within her. Since you rule over all the foreign countries dispatch trusted messengers to look for her. Any messenger you send to the acacia hill cannot go alone. Many people must go with them." The Pharaoh saw the wisdom of this advice. He dismissed them and made plans to send messengers throughout the lands.
Two months later all the messengers who had gone to foreign lands had returned delivering messages of no hope to the Pharaoh. Of those sent to the acacia hill none had yet to return. Batau killed them all except one who he kept locked up for another month before he freed this last one to warn his majesty to stay away. But the Pharaoh could not let this disrespect stand. He sent another messenger with many people including infantry and cavalry to get Batau’s wife. They also brought an older woman along with them. She carried promises from the pharaoh plus gifts of clothes, jewelry, and all those nice things that women love. While Batau was fighting the Pharaoh’s messengers, the infantry, and the cavalry the older woman was able to sneak into the house with the presents and told her of the promises. Batau’s wife accompanied her to KMT. The whole country of KMT rejoiced that such a beautiful and kind woman was the favorite of the Pharaoh. He loved her most passionately and raised her to the dignity of a legitimate wife. Once he did that she told him everything about the condition of her husband Batau. Afterwards she told him; "If you have the acacia cut down he will surely die!" The Pharaoh sent soldiers and cavalry with axes and swords to battle Batau the younger brother and cut down the acacia. Batau held them back for two days but because of their superior numbers they made a way to the acacia and cut it down together with the blossom that contained Batau’s heart. He fell down dead instantly.
That same night when Anubis, the older brother, entered his house after a long day working the fields he washed his hands and sat down to have a beer. When he opened the jug it turned to froth. He opened another jug and it too had fermented. He knew this was the sign of the death of his younger brother that he always dreaded. Anubis immediately left for the acacia hill taking his spear, sandals and work clothes. When he arrived all the pharaoh’s men were long gone. He entered the house of his younger brother finding him dead on the floor in a heap. He looked so tortured in death that the older brother wept exceedingly. He wept as he went to look under the acacia for the younger brother’s heart. It was not to be found. For three years Anubis searched for his brother’s heart in and around the acacia hill. Many times he wanted to give up but he could not betray Batau again. For four more years Anubis searched and searched without finding the heart of his younger brother. Anubis was about to give up but decided to spend the night on the acacia hill sleeping where the acacia used to grow. He promised himself to look one more day as hard as possible. Early the next morning he arose with a shovel and began to dig around the hill. He searched in this manner all day long. As the sun was going down he was full of despair. "How can I leave my brother unfulfilled?" Anubis said, "I can never forgive myself for the wrong I’ve done to him already. If I add to my sorrow life will be unbearable." No sooner did he say this out loud than he turned around to go back to the house and a pod from the acacia tree was on the ground right behind him. He picked it up and ran to the house of Batau. He slowly peeled it open with the greatest care for he knew the heart of his younger brother must be inside. Once he got the pod open he took the heart out and put it the heart in a jug of clear water. Anubis remained on guard in the house all night and the next day. No changes occurred in the daytime. After the sun went down the heart absorbed all the water. Anubis put the heart in a large tub and prepared to put more water on it when Batau’s body miraculously reformed. Anubis swooned when he beheld Batau lying motionless in the tub. Anubis quickly recovered and poured more clear water in the tub onto Batau. Batau revived and became his former self. They embraced with much joy and happiness.
Batau spoke to Anubis first, "Let me tell you all that has occurred to me since we last saw each other." Batau told him of the Neteru, his wife, and his betrayal. Then he told his brother; "In the morning I shall be transformed into an Apis bull with all the required markings and a mysterious origin. Please do this for me…take your seat on my back for I must leave for KMT. When Shu, the Ntr of the sun shines the next day we will arrive in KMT where my wife is now. Furthermore I beg you to take me to the Pharaoh. He will give you many presents of silver and gold just for bringing me to him. I shall be considered a great prodigy and there will be joy throughout the land on my account. You must not take part in any of this. Return to your village as soon as possible." Anubis agreed to do all this for his younger brother whom he loved and they stayed up all night talking and laughing and crying over the good times and the bad. When the sun rose Batau became transformed as he had said would happen. Anubis then mounted his younger brother’s back and off they went to KMT. They continued their conversation as Batau told Anubis of his plans for his wife.
At daybreak of the next day they arrived in KMT. Anubis was granted an audience with the Pharaoh where he made a gift of the bull. His majesty was so pleased with the bull that he immediately ordered sacrifices in great number made. His majesty said, "A great miracle has been accomplished. Never have I seen a bull this size and of such excellent breeding. Let there be joy in all the land." The Pharaoh offered Anubis a room down the hall from one of his harems but Anubis declined because of his promise to Batau. The Pharaoh gave him so much silver and gold that one of his servants had to accompany Anubis just to carry it. He returned to his village as his brother directed him. After a massive celebration many servants were provided for the bull because the Pharaoh and all the people of the land were proud that such a marvelous bull had been grown by one of them. They really loved the bull that was Batau. The bull could go anywhere in the palace. Some time later the bull went into the harem and stood in front of the Queen. He addressed her saying," Look at me, I’m still alive." She coolly asked, "You walked in here so that is obvious. My question to you is: Who do you think you are?" "I am Batau," he answered, "You knew that when you had pharaoh cut the acacia down I would die. But see, I’m still alive in the body of this bull!" It was only then that the queen became visibly scared at the words of her husband. The bull just turned around and departed the harem.
Batau never had the opportunity to speak to his wife, the Queen, in the following weeks. She made sure some attendants were always nearby. One day his majesty and the Queen were finishing their evening meal and the Pharaoh was feeling very amorous. He sat next to his woman and began kissing her neck and telling her how much better his life was now that she was a part of it. She knew this was one of those times to get him to do something special for her. She begged him; "I have a request but first swear by the Neteru to say yes to whatever I ask?" He agreed to this because he loved her so. She told him, "I want to eat the heart of your new strong healthy bull." He listened graciously but was shaken with her request. Her words grieved him immensely and his heart was sorely troubled. Before the next sun rose he went to the temple and offered up large sacrifices in honor of the bull, then he dispatched the chief of the butchers to take some men to kill the bull. While they were killing it the bull stood by the side of the men and lowered its neck for the deathblow. Two drops of blood oozed from a wound and fell by the side of the two large doors of the Pharaoh’s house. One was on the either side of the Pharaoh’s grand staircase. These two drops of Batau’s blood transformed into two large perseas of magnificent growth. The people came to his majesty shouting with surprise, "Two large perseas have sprouted out of the ground during the night as a great and good sign for you. They are by the side of the royal staircase." As the word of the perseas spread throughout all the land the people rejoiced and the Pharaoh offered up sacrifices to them.
Some time after this the pharaoh appeared in state in the coronation hall of lapis lazuli standing on a chariot of gold wearing around his neck a wreath composed of all kinds of flowers. The Queen came also on a gold chariot of her own. He came from his palace to view the perseas. His majesty sat beneath one of them and the Queen sat beneath the other. Then Batau addressed his wife; "Oh you wicked one! I am still alive for your mortification. You are a fool to think you could have me killed by Pharaoh even here." The queen was shaken by this but she handled it as cool as possible. She asked the pharaoh’s permission to leave for the palace claiming a sudden illness. The next few days were fearful days for the Queen. She had to come up with a foolproof plan to get rid of Batau once and for all. She figured out all the angles and waited until the time was right. The Queen and Pharaoh had just lad down in bed one night and he was feeling very passionate towards her. She said to him, "Swear to me by the Neteru that whatever I ask you will do for me?" He promised by all the Neteru to do whatever she asked because when he was in this condition he could never refuse her the tiniest little thing. After she had rung this promise from him she asked the question, "Would you cut the two perseas down and have good planks made of them?" He acceded to her wish without the slightest misgivings. The next day his majesty summoned skillful workmen who cut the acacias down at his command. The royal Queen looked on with undeniable pleasure for this was surely the end of Batau. As the men cut the trees down a tiny splinter flew off and entered the Queen’s mouth. She did not feel it enter her mouth and the splinter made its way thru her body. Not long after this the Queen felt that she had conceived a child. A child was the only thing she had been unable to give her pharaoh. She was overjoyed because now she had all that she desired.
Nine months later she gave birth to a child. "There has been a male child born to you," his entire staff told the Pharaoh. The Pharaoh gave the child nurses and waiting women as the people rejoiced in all the land. The pharaoh celebrated a holiday and gave the child a name. His majesty loved him so much from this time on that he made him a prince of Nubia at an early age. As he grew into a young man the Pharaoh made him governor over the entire country. After the male child had been governor over the entire country for many years the Pharaoh flew up to become Osiris and live in the Land of the West. Then the male who had been governor became Pharaoh. He told his courtiers and spokesmen, "Let there be brought to me the great chiefs of his majesty my father. I have something great and wondrous to tell them all." When all the great chiefs of the entire country had arrived a meeting was held. The new pharaoh told them he was Batau and related the story of his life and many transformations. After that he had his wife brought to the meeting and laid his charges against her before the chiefs who judged between them. Then his older brother was brought to him and made governor over the entire land. Batau remained Pharaoh of KMT for thirty years. Then he departed this life and met his older brother again on the day he cast anchor with Ra and Osiris on the nightly journey through the underworld.
This version edited by A. King Original version ©1988 Black Classic Press
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WORDS TO THE WISE!
The greatest threat to the domination of this planet by the white race is not the possibility of a violent revolution. Even if the white race had another world wide civil war like WW I and WW II, only fought each other on each others’ land, and annihilated each other no other race or racial grouping of any combination would be in a position to take control of the planet or even a country and run things differently. I didn’t say better…just differently!!! No one would or could do otherwise due to the fact that every other racial group has, in the name of education and religion, been indoctrinated into operating in the interest of the caucasian race.
As a child my elders used to tell me, " Go to college and get a good education then you’ll always have something the white man can’t take from you." My circle of friends followed their advice. We went to college. The vast majority of people of color with college degrees work for white companies. They must conform to white standards. The vast majority of people of color who have their own businesses have white partners, employees, and/or investors. They must conform to white standards. Conforming to white standards allows these individuals to make a decent if not comfortable living for themselves and their immediate family. They are unable to extend their prosperity to their community. When you look at the general state of life for all people of color today, one thing stands out. Our internal society is weaker than it was before the integration generation.
Most people of color who can’t conform or consider themselves militant or revolutionary are cash poor and therefore don’t provide an example of success to non-revolutionaries. This hinders the ability of those Blacks who can’t conform to recruit among their integrationist friends, family, and so-called community leaders. The problem is worldwide. Here in AmeriKKKa it is presented as a Black problem. (For the rest of this paper instead of the term people of color I will use Black.) Many non-conformists are labeled militants, revolutionaries, or crazy. These labels serve to alienate them from the masses. The "dreaming individual" who take pride in his or her own ability as an individual to make money, take trips, buy things, and get along with white folks will not want to be seen or even identified with a non-conforming person or group. Think of how much harder it is to get them to provide assistance of any kind? The task of soliciting support from our middle or upper class is triply hard if you are broke because everyone knows integrationist Negroes stand (at a minimum) to lose all their material possessions if white folks find out they helped revolutionary, militant, crazy Africans. The non-conformists’ financial foundation is too weak to be of any aid to them in that event.
The Islamic scholar Muhammad Haykal has said that the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) was able to attract so many followers so fast for three reasons:
People who agitate against white domination have nothing in place, at this moment, which can garner support on these three levels. Look at the way life on Earth is currently situated.
The militant and revolutionary people of the world get killed, thrown in jail, bought out, disgraced, and just generally stepped on in such a way that their demise is used as further evidence of the futility of trying to fight against white domination. Militants win battles and lose wars! The example of their lives is never presented in a constructive way or in a way that is beneficial to the masses! Their lack of media access and poor public relations capabilities permit the ruling powers’ propaganda machine to put any spin or slant on the story that is beneficial to the ruling class. The propaganda machine must be confronted. Any attempt to counter the media by taking it over is doomed to failure. The media, as it currently functions, is a creation of the Euro-peon leadership. There will be no revolution from within its pale recesses. Those who consider themselves militants and revolutionaries must create their own counter-propaganda machine. All methods of communication should be utilized to spread the word. A combination of computers, AM, short wave and micro radio stations, local newspapers, and word of mouth could be the foundation of a very effective counter measure to the many ridiculous gossip type scenarios masquerading as news. Much of the information passed along using these methods would pass below the radar of white people and their "running dog lackeys".The white race enforced its domination of the world by spreading its culture or mindset as a supposed ‘civilizing’ influence. All who participate in the culture and religion of the white race support and finance the goal of their own continued domination by the white race. When the majority races and cultures of the world withdraw from participating in white folks culture and religion their domination of the world will end. That is the aspect of Elijah Muhammad’s life and organization that was so very threatening to white folks. The fact that Elijah Muhammad chose to conduct his personal life in a patriarchal Arabic manner has given both his enemies and followers an excuse to diminish his legacy. Do not let his personal life blind you to the reality of his message. He was The Messenger for our people in our time.
According to popular thought the non-violent civil rights movement was the strongest force to confront the white power structure in the history of the United States. The media of the world repeatedly tells us that so much was accomplished Black people should be satisfied. CHECK THIS OUT…. All the Negro leaders did was withdraw economic support of white institutions! The marches, sit-ins, speeches, voter registration drives, etc. etc. were just side dishes. The main course was the boycott. This let the white power structure know Blacks were serious. White folks did everything in their power to insure that the Nation of Islam and the various so-called Negro leaders would not join forces. These same Negro leaders and their white Jewish allies used the white fear of The Nation to advance their own integrationist goals. Once all the leaders of the non-violent civil rights movement were allowed to integrate into white society neither the Negro or white leaders seriously considered the boycott as a weapon again. We sit back wondering what went wrong as if it is a mystery. All we get are empty unappetizing side dishes (marches, speeches, & voter registration drives). The entrée (boycott) is never served. Money and material things solely motivate the white race of the world. To withdraw our support of their goals, to withdraw our fight against their goals is to no longer give them our mental, spiritual, or physical energy. The worldwide system of white domination would shrivel in on itself within 18 months thru the use of the boycott. Look at a map of the world. All the materials used by the white races to make money are present only in and on lands originally occupied by other races.
The USSR did not break apart because of any failure of Communist principles. The social-economic system of the USSR had been isolated and boycotted by the nations of the Western Bloc. The Cold War was a battle of and for information, resources, and technology. The Western Bloc (so-called capitalist) nations refused to share any of these things with the countries of the USSR. The governments of all the white nations of the world are built on the premise of the few dominating the many. The Western Bloc nations had better, more efficient technology and information. This gave them the edge in resources. These factors were used to increase and reinforce their dominion. The Eastern Bloc nations had extremely limited access to new technology and couldn’t maintain control over their own people let alone increase their holdings in other lands. Any real attempt to add more countries to their sphere of influence was beyond consideration. While the two camps were fighting for control of the resources of the world they never, ever attacked each other’s homeland. DUH? All their battles took place on the soil of other races and nations. What kind of game were they running and how could other grown folks fall for it? Imagine two men finding out they’re dating the same woman. They argue about which of them is really her number one lover then decide they aren’t going to share her. The two men go to her apartment to force her to decide between them. When she can’t, because she loves them both, they take turns beating her. You and I know the two men aren’t mad at each other at all! Those two degenerate slugs will meet at the corner bar, have a few brews, and laugh about the whole situation. That’s what was going on between the so-called Western and Eastern Bloc nations during the Cold War. They could have kept that charade going thru the next two milleniums since they weren’t the ones dying. But it took an economic/technological withdrawal and boycott by the Western Bloc nations to finally crush the Big Russian Bear.
By now you’re asking yourself: What does the USA vs. Russia, West vs. East, Communism vs. Capitalism, and all this ancient political history have to do with Blacks all over the world getting reamed by white folks? These events are an example of the proper use of power in a fight for dominion! You can hurt someone the most when you gain control over the things they love the most. What do white folks love more than GOD?
$$MONEY$$ How do we get to keep our money and use it for our benefit? The answer is so simple you will think I’m crazy when I let you in on the joke…JUST DON’T GIVE IT TO OTHER FOLKS! We’ve lost our minds thru the filtering, dreaming process of non-violent integration. We can’t imagine living without white folks setting our schedules (longer than their own), taxing us (higher than their own), judging us (harsher than their own), delivering our babies (with less care than their own), etc. etc. etc.This is not a call for separation. This is a call for independence. When we save money we don’t have to put it in a savings account in a local bank. Which is owned by a national bank that’s owned by an international bank. They pay only 3% interest on your money then turn around and charge you 18% interest or more to loan your money back to you. One way around the security issue of saving your money in a shoe box under the bed is to save it short term in a safe-deposit box until you have a certain amount then make an investment in yourself and your family. Don’t buy a bunch of clothes. Fix up your home, purchase a new home, start a business, invest in Black businesses, buy gold, platinum, silver anything except cars, cruises, and cognac. It is true that everything I’ve suggested must still be purchased from white folks but you will get a monetary return on your investment over many years. If you think you don’t have enough money to invest in big-ticket items form an investment club with your friends and family. Ten people putting $200 each in a pot have $2,000 to do something. Twenty people putting $200 in a pot have $4,000 to do something. Just don’t join an organization that has Black folks fronting for white folks. The Coalition of Black Investors is an example of this type of organization.
The Black couple and their colleagues who started COBI have all the proper credentials and experiences in the investment field to do a great job for their people. COBI has made the fatal mistake of inviting some major well-established white companies to sit on their Board of Directors. Not just the regular board but a special level called Platinum and Silver Corporate Members. The white companies I’m talking about are Charles Schwab & Co. on the Platinum level and Merrill Lynch on the Silver level. Why does a company call itself Black if the ultimate managers are white? The white managers have access to all the records of COBI investors, investment recommendations, business ventures, and employees. COBI will probably make money. The question is how much benefit will the Black investors’ family, friends, and community receive from their prosperity when the enemy, the destroyer of the world, is directing their actions? The money invested on advice from COBI will never build a strong Black community in this life or the next. If you think I’m just paranoid take a look at the reality of our lives. The richest Blacks are athletes and entertainers. We all know they could and should invest more than the chump change they currently invest in the same community that enabled them to develop into superstars. Check out the circle of advisors these ‘role models’ have in their entourage. The key people are all white or white-minded Negroes. The results are the same. Not one rich Black has made a significant investment in anything that can affect a change toward Blacks achieving self-sufficiency. Starting an investment group and having the same people who rip off the community every which way on the executive Board of Directors is a pitiful joke. It’s almost as bad as bragging that you are the co-owner of a casino and you‘re part of 100 people agreeing to split a 15% ownership in a casino. As Claud Anderson always says: "That dog won’t hunt!" WE KEEP TRYING TO HELP THE WORLD BEFORE WE HELP OURSELVES. THE JOKE IS ON US. WHEN WE TURN OUR BACKS ON ALL WHO MISLEAD US THEY WON’T BE ABLE TO MISLEAD US.
WE ARE FREE TO GO OUR OWN WAY…AREN’T WE?
__________________________ã 1999 Atiba King
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