“Still too close to you I feel”

-Audio Slave, I am the Highway

I have listened to the above song for the entirety of the composition of America in Chains and have found it uplifting relative to the content of Early American character.

Today, with the addition of the notes taken from Puritans and Adventurers by T.H. Breen, an establishment historian that would no doubt be horrified at my insisting upon taking New Englanders and Virginians of the 17th century at their word, rather than filtering their statements through our altered words, the 13,000 word chronology at the heart of this book will be forever incomplete. For we cannot know of the many tens of silent thousands who went voicelessly into the mass graves and lonely pits of Plantation America. The record, as extensive as it is, is a mere gathering of fragments.

The rich write history, to which the poor are nothing but the grains of earth in the aggregate soil upon which the rich tread and above which their sons and daughters recline.

It is a simple thing to whip the soul of a nation.

Deny that nine of ten of the first whites were slaves, beaten and worked and slain as cruelly as any Roman servile.

Declare that the only victims of American plantation slavery were its last, the blacks, and that the cause of slavery was white hatred for blacks, of which the poor were as guilty as the rich.

Blacks will cling to the need to be victimized by the greater culture, addicted to their fictional martyr status as the only people ever to be enslaved.

The descendents of elite whites will spread the blame among the nine in ten who are the descendents of the white slaves—and even of those who came later—whose fight for freedom did cause their masters to shift their cruel, inhuman intentions upon blacks bought out of Africa, who would have no escaped friends to flee to when they were set naked upon these murderous shores.

Change the meaning of “apprentice” to one evoking an internship, rather than brutal servitude.

Change the meaning of “bound” from one of enslavement and bondage to a hopeful destination.

Change the meaning of “bond” from one of singular enslavement to that of trust and brotherhood.

Change the meaning of “servant” and “service” from its root donating servile human property with no human rights, to one of altruistic, volunteer striving for the greater good.

Change the meaning of “slave” from that of Eastern European sex slave held by Islamic masters to that of African agricultural slave held by Christians.

Institute a national system of education that deified the perfidious likes of George Washington to that of benevolent God-king, that misrepresents the signatories of the Magna Carta as seeking freedom from the king rather than demanding freedom to more fully exploit their human property who sought protection from the king, that represents the Declaration of Independence as a liberating rather than enslaving document, that eventually recognizes only one legitimate study of history for primary schools—African American history, taught for one month a year, with White America History not taught at all, but subject to distancing mythology.

Set up these multi-faceted looking glasses into the past before the eyes of people addicted to comforting lies from birth, haunted by inherited guilt, threatened by inherited enemies and surrounded by the pinning, supposed victims of their forefathers, on a teaming garden planet that has been declared as having no escape—for our forefathers did not land on the moon—then you have an inward-looking, outward-fearing herd of whipped souls, who, if they were to accept the fact that their ancestors were whipped slaves, would then have to confront the reality of their current enslavement, which would require a Human Will denied them by the puppet masters that claim to be their servants.

At least howl when your soul is fed into the mewing abyss.

-James LaFond, May 6, 2016