You Have to Fight

There’s a malaise in our people. On some level, Whitey understands what happened to him and he’s reeling. If this was a boxing match, you could say you’re on the ropes taking a beating, just trying to hold out for the bell. In addition, your corner is coaching your opponent on how to score that knockout. There’s firm demoralization at play. You know your corner put money on the other guy. That the game is rigged. If you can’t get the knockout, the judges are going to score in your opponent’s favor.

Maybe you know how to beat your opponent, he’s not very good, but the boxing league demands you fight with your strong arm tied behind your back. Worse still, there’s a feeling that even if you pull out the victory, the crowd would storm the ring afterward and make sure you lose. How do you come out on top with your soul still intact? The path to victory is hidden in the shadows. Everything is stacked against you. Why even try? If your inferiors can do it, thanks to the rigged game, the job must not have been that important or impressive to begin with, amirite?

This is the mentality of many on our side. I can relate to it. I’ve felt it. But this is also what the enemy wants, no, demands from you. They want you out of the picture. Maybe, you’re happy to oblige because after all, when it all comes crashing down, you can pick up the pieces, right? How, may I ask, will you do that? What skills do you have? How have you shown yourself to be elite, superior, by sitting on the sidelines?