Thursday, April 9, 2026

Stolpersteine: In Germany, True Faith Does Not Sanitise Evil. It Confronts It...

Racism and False Christianity:

A Monologue on Faith, Power, and Deception

Inspired by a Trevor Noah monologue,

Don Kenobi examines how fai
th is distorted to justify

injustice and moral compromise.

The Bewitchment of False Religion

Germany does not hide the truth in order to make Germany great again.
It tells the truth. It forces memory to sit in the room. It understands that lies do not heal nations, they poison them.
But here we are.
A people chanting greatness, as though greatness can be built on selective amnesia, as though a nation can be made noble by romanticizing its own cruelty, as though history is a prop, a slogan, a cap, a performance.
No.

What Greatness Is Not

The Klan was not greatness. Racism was not greatness. Terror was not greatness. Humiliation was not greatness.
This was an organization that lynched men, that terrorized families, that turned cruelty into ritual.
There are stories, too many to count, of women brutalized, of unborn children lost, of entire communities forced to live under the shadow of fear.
This is not distant history. This is not abstract.
This is what racial hatred looks like when it is given permission.
And no slogan, no nostalgia, no political theater, can cleanse that.

The Echo in the Slogan

So when I hear, “Make America Great Again,” I do not hear innocence.
I hear an echo. An old echo. An echo with blood in it. An echo with fire in it. An echo with hatred in it.
And I want to ask,
especially you, yes, you, the one wearing the hat,
and especially you, the Black man wearing the hat,
who has bewitched you?

The Theology of Excuse

Who persuaded you that the man breathing fresh life into racial grievance was sent by God to deliver you?
Who taught you that cynicism is wisdom? Who taught you that self-deception is discernment? Who taught you to call bondage strategy, and humiliation prophecy?
Ah yes. King Cyrus.
That tired theology. That convenient refuge for moral compromise. “God can use anybody.”
Really?

A Question They Avoid

Then why can God not use me to call you to repentance?
Why does God only seem to use the powerful, the shameless, the cruel, the celebrated?
Why not use a voice that tells you plainly, this is wrong, this is ugly, this is not Christ?
Or is the problem that I am not wicked enough? Not theatrical enough? Not useful enough to your illusions?

The Cost of Racism

Tell me,
why would God want to use racism?
Has racism not done enough? Has it not broken enough bodies, distorted enough minds, deformed enough churches, and baptized enough lies?
Trump is a racist.
And the desperate effort to explain that away is itself a moral sickness.

False Christianity

Not because naming racism is hatred. Not because truth is bitterness. Not because clarity is rebellion.
But because false Christianity has always specialized in excuses.
It can explain away cruelty. Explain away greed. Explain away arrogance. Explain away degradation.
Explain away everything except repentance.
That is what makes it false.

Confidence Is Not Righteousness

False religion and true religion may both speak of righteousness. Both may speak of God. Both may speak of the coming kingdom. Both may be full of confidence.
But confidence proves nothing.
Because if Christ comes first to judge false religion, and He will,
then many who speak most loudly in His name should tremble.
There will be much weeping. Much shock. Much outrage.
From people who thought performance was holiness, who thought slogans were faith, who thought tribal loyalty was righteousness.

A Clear Line

Let us be plain.
Any religion that tolerates racism, excuses racism, minimizes racism, or turns racism into a tool of convenience,
is against Christ.
Against Christlikeness. Against love. Against truth. Against the image of God in man.
That is anti-Christian.
Full stop.

The Final Question

Call it semantics if you like. Dress it up however you want.
It is still false.
And anyone who knowingly supports what is unchristlike, what is anti-Christian, what corrodes human dignity,
should at least have the honesty to stop hiding behind the name Christian.
So I ask again:
Why can God not use me to call you to reconsider your ways?
Why must your theology always bend toward power? Why must your discernment always flatter your prejudice? Why must your religion always make peace with what Christ came to destroy?
Think about that for a moment.
Because the real deception is not merely that a racist may rise to power.
The real deception is that so many who claim to follow Christ have trained themselves to call darkness useful, hatred strategic, and wickedness divine.
That is not wisdom.
That is bewitchment.
I rest my case
Don Kenobi
#OldManInTheMolue
#MyFrancisEssays

PostScript: Stolpersteine |Stumbling Stones

Stolpersteine (German for “stumbling stones”) are small brass plaques embedded into sidewalks across Europe, each placed in front of the last freely chosen home of a victim of the Holocaust.

Created by German artist Gunter Demnig, each stone is engraved with a name, date of birth, and fate, quietly forcing passersby to “stumble” not physically, but in memory.

They mark where ordinary lives were interrupted, deported, and often destroyed under Nazi persecution.

Unlike grand monuments, Stolpersteine bring remembrance into everyday life.

You do not visit them, you encounter them, unexpectedly, on your way to work, to school, to market.

In that moment, history is no longer distant or abstract, it is underfoot, personal, and unavoidable, a permanent reminder that atrocities begin not with spectacle, but with the slow normalization of injustice.

Key Details About Stolpersteine:

Purpose: To restore the names of Holocaust victims and others persecuted by the Nazi regime—including Sinti/Roma, homosexuals, Jehovah's Witnesses, and disabled victims—directly into the streets.
Scope: Over 116,000 stones are laid in more than 30 European countries, making it the world's largest decentralized memorial.
Origin: The first stone was laid in 1992 in Cologne, and the project has since expanded across Germany and Europe.
Design:
Each stone is a 10cm x 10cm concrete cube topped with a brass plate.
Inscriptions: They typically begin with "Hier wohnte" ("Here lived") followed by the person's name, birth year, and their fate (deportation, murder, or exile).
These
concrete cubes topped with brass are designed to make passersby "stumble" over them mentally and visually, rather than literally, to prompt reflection.
Impact: The stones turn urban spaces into a living memorial, encouraging community involvement by researching victims and engaging with their families.

(c) Www.Stolpersteine.eu

Sunday, April 5, 2026

When “Good Report” Dies: Bernie Sanders (and a Biblical Reckoning)

Statement by Bernie Sanders on the Iran War

One month after starting the war in Iran,

this is the statement of the President of the United States

on Easter Sunday.

These are the ravings

of a dangerous

and mentally unbalanced individual.

Congress has got to act NOW.

End this war

A Don Kenobi Monologue on Philippians 4:8–9

Exposing false Christianity by inverting Scripture, and calling believers back to Christ’s truth.
What if the clearest way to understand Scripture is to flip it upside down?
Philippians 4:8 tells us what to think on.
But what happens when we invert it?
The answer, though uncomfortable,
may explain everything we are seeing today.
Trump may truly be “anointed”…
but as a GOOD REPORT?

Let’s read it together:

Philippians 4:8
Finally, brethren,
whatsoever things are true,
whatsoever things are honest,
whatsoever things are just,
whatsoever things are pure,
whatsoever things are lovely,
whatsoever things are of good report;
if there be any virtue,
and if there be any praise,
think on these things.
Verse 9 continues:
Philippians 4:9
Those things,
which ye have both learned, and received,
and heard, and seen in me, do:
and the God of peace shall be with you.

Inverting the Scripture

As I have argued in a previous post, sometimes the clearest way to understand Scripture is to invert it.
Let’s do that together.

Philippians 4:8 — inverted:

Finally, brethren,
whatsoever things are false,
whatsoever things are dishonest,
whatsoever things are unjust,
whatsoever things are impure,
whatsoever things are hateful,
whatsoever things are of ill report;
if there be any vice,
and if there be any blame,
think on these things.
Do I really need to say anything more?

Philippians 4:9 — inverted:

Those things,
which ye have neither learned, nor received,
nor heard, nor seen in me, do not:
and the absence of peace shall be with you.
I do not need to say more.

Why I Speak

Here is what I will say.
I often wonder:
Would I respect Christianity if I did not know Christ personally?
That question explains why I rail, day and night, against false Christianity and the lazy theology that props it up.
The simple explanation is love, love for Christ.
The more complicated one is this:
so that non-Christians can clearly see the difference between Christ and what is falsely presented as Christianity.

A Moment in Luton

October 2025. Luton, UK.
A Muslim taxi driver listened as I explained:
“These are not followers of Jesus.
They are followers of the antichrist.”
He exhaled, almost in relief.
“You know how much I have wondered about this?” he said.
“I know the teachings of Isa. He is a prophet in Islam.
How can these people claim to follow him, yet act like this?”

For His Name’s Sake

Even taking the time to write this is for my Lord, Jesus.
It is my way of defending His name, for His name’s sake.
So why does the Lord seem silent?
He is not.
He has given us His Spirit, to discern and to speak boldly.
This is the separation spoken of in the parable of the wheat and the tares.

The Question

The question is simple:
Are you wheat?
Or are you tares?
Are you comfortable remaining under false teachers, saying,
“Let God be the judge”?

A Hard Truth

I will post links to earlier essays on this “Let God be the judge” theology.
But I have little faith many will change.
The cancer of false Christianity is widespread.
It runs deep.
Christ warned us about such men.
They travel the world to make a single convert,
and make them twice the sons of hell.

A Sobering Scripture

We must do the work, and pray for those caught in this web.
Because Scripture says something sobering:
God may allow people to believe lies,
so that they may be judged.
(2 Thessalonians 2:10–12)
Think about that.

Closing

All that needs to be said has been said…
in this here rickety old Molue.
I rest my case.
Don Kenobi
#MyFrancisEssays
#OldManInTheMolue

Tuesday, March 31, 2026

Connections, Power, and the Illusion of Gain

OLD MAN IN THE MOLUE: “Where Is the Profit?”

The bus was already full when it pulled away from Yaba.

Not full in the ordinary sense, but dense, air thick with heat and human proximity. The windows were open, but the breeze that came in did little more than rearrange the discomfort.

A journalist sat midway down, notebook closed but ready. He had boarded without intention, more out of habit than need, drawn as always to places where people did not perform for cameras.

Across from him sat the Old Man.

He was not remarkable at first glance. No theatrics. No visible poverty either. Just a stillness that felt deliberate, as though he had long ago decided that movement should only happen when necessary.

The conductor shouted destinations. Coins clinked. The bus lurched forward.

Then, without announcement, the Old Man spoke.

“Young man,” he said, not looking at the journalist, “what is the most valuable thing in this country today?”

The journalist hesitated. It sounded like a question, but not one that invited a quick answer.

“Access,” he said finally. “Connections.”

The Old Man nodded faintly, as if confirming something to himself.

“Yes,” he said. “That is what they have taught you.”

A woman seated beside the journalist glanced up, interested now. A university student across the aisle removed one earbud.

The Old Man continued.

“I was reading recently how Noam Chomsky’s name appeared in discussions around that Epstein affair.”

A slight stir. The name carried weight.

“That man, Jeffrey Epstein… he did not build connections. He built traps.”

The journalist leaned forward slightly.

“What do you mean?”

The Old Man turned to him now.

“I mean,” he said calmly, “that there are associations which do not expand your life. They compress it.”

He paused, letting the bus rattle over a bad stretch of road.

“He drew people in. Recorded them. Stored their weaknesses. And then… he owned them.”

A silence followed that felt heavier than the noise of the engine.

“So tell me,” the Old Man said, “what is a connection worth… if it can be turned into a chain?”

No one answered.

The student spoke up, cautious but curious.

“Sir, are you saying we should not build relationships?”

The Old Man smiled, not unkindly.

“I am saying,” he replied, “that we have confused proximity with purpose.”

The conductor squeezed past, collecting fares, momentarily breaking the tension. When he moved on, the Old Man resumed, softer now.

“One of the most difficult lessons in life,” he said, “is that one is often better off with no friends… than with the wrong ones.”

The woman beside the journalist frowned.

“But we need people,” she said. “That is how the world works.”

The Old Man inclined his head slightly.

“Yes,” he said. “That is what you have been told.”

He gestured toward the window.

“Look outside.”

They did.

A man lay stretched along a pavement edge, one arm over his face, asleep or exhausted beyond caring.

“Those who govern this country,” the Old Man continued, “many of them arrived there through connections.”

He turned back to the woman.

“Should that man on the street simply build better connections… so he may also rise?”

The question lingered.

The journalist spoke again.

“Then what is missing?”

The Old Man’s gaze settled on him.

“Profit,” he said.

Not financial. Not transactional.

“Meaning.”

He leaned back slightly, as if retrieving something from memory.

“I heard two stories recently,” he said.

“Two women in labour.”

The bus seemed to quiet, as though even the mechanical noise had lowered itself.

“One died because her husband insisted he could not afford a procedure. Even when neighbours offered to pay… he refused.”

A pause.

“She died.”

No one moved.

“The second story…” he began, then stopped.

He shook his head gently.

“I find that I do not remember it,” he said. “Perhaps my mind rejected it.”

A long silence followed.

Even the conductor said nothing.

After a while, the Old Man spoke again.

“Be careful who you associate with,” he said.

He looked briefly at the journalist.

“Even powerful men forget this.”

“I heard Bill Clinton speak once about that same Epstein… explaining, justifying… distancing.”

He shrugged lightly.

“Perhaps he did not know. Perhaps he did.”

Then, more pointedly:

“But why were you there at all?”

The question seemed to travel through the bus, touching each passenger differently.

“If you have no reason to be in certain company,” the Old Man continued, “then absence is wisdom.”

The student nodded slowly.

“So what should one do instead?” he asked.

The Old Man’s expression softened.

“Seek better company,” he said.

“Where?” the journalist asked.

The Old Man smiled faintly.

“In stillness,” he said.
“In prayer.”
“In reflection.”

“In places where nothing is being traded.”

He looked out the window now.

“Sit in a church,” he said quietly. “Not for performance. Not for spectacle. Sit… and think.”

“Invite God into your thoughts.”

He turned back one last time.

“The Holy Spirit,” he said, “is better company than most men.”

A small smile crossed his face.

“Of course,” he added, “you may test yourself from time to time.”

“A little exposure. A little mingling.”

“But be careful.”

“There is a sensitivity you must not lose.”

“That inner signal… that quiet awareness…”

He tapped his chest lightly.

“You know it.”

The bus slowed.

Voices returned. Movement resumed.

But something had shifted.

As the journalist rose to get down, he turned back.

“One last question,” he said.

The Old Man waited.

“All these connections,” the journalist said, “all these networks…”

He hesitated.

“Are they all useless?”

The Old Man held his gaze.

Then, very simply, he said:

“Always ask, where is the profit?”

The journalist stepped down into the Lagos morning.

The bus pulled away.

Monday, March 30, 2026

#MolueMonologue – Soliloquy: “God’s Gift to Humanity”

(Lights up. Old man in a Molue seat (on a stage)
Worn cap, clenched fist. He looks straight ahead
—not at the audience)

#OldManInTheMolue:
Nation-building has never been easy. On a boat ride around Manhattan in July 2015, looking at the Manhattan skyline, I thought to myself: this was not gifted to the young American nation—each building was built brick upon brick, girder upon girder.

Interestingly, some ten minutes later, the tour guide said of New York: “African laborers built this city.” He was being respectful, of course—he could have said “African slaves,” which would still have been respectful, or simply, “Slaves built this city.”

His name is George—of the Gray Line Tours (around Manhattan). Find him and ask him what he meant…

George got me thinking.

All of a sudden, the grand New York skyline you saw as you sailed back from the Statue of Liberty came alive: I saw skylines behind skylines behind skylines. A cascade of skylines, representative of the eras in which they were built—perhaps of their wealth, or the technologies available.

Monuments that would stand for hundreds of years, during which their fame would draw men from the ends of the earth to gaze at them in wonder. Odes to modernity—modern man’s response not just to the pyramids of Egypt, but to the jazziness of an age of limitless possibilities.

They stood as monuments in and of themselves, but also as monuments to those who dreamt and built them in succeeding eras—and to the spouses, partners, and children who inspired them.

Clearly, I was awestruck. Men did this? Under what unction or anointing? What drove them?

All that was clear to me was that no part of this skyline was gifted to the young American nation—each monument was built upwards, brick upon brick, girder upon girder… BY AFRICAN LABORERS.

Kudos to those laborers who made America great!

She has always been great.

No one can make you great again.

AMERICA, you never stopped being great.

Let me say something I’m not sure has ever been said—at least, not this directly:

The African American is God’s gift to America… to humanity.

Let that… sink in.

(Took a while to sink in here too…)

Without the African American,
There would be no America as we know it.
Period.

Even Rush Limbaugh—
Yes, that Rush Limbaugh—once admitted as much.

Without enslaved Africans?
America would’ve been just another oversized British outpost.

Something like… Australia.
Great at cricket.
Maybe rugby.
But without the wealth…
The might…
The nerve to dream of independence.

Think about it.

European settlers—without free labor?
They’d have struggled to survive,
Let alone build a global economic engine.

Australia didn’t rebel.
Didn’t reinvent itself.
Didn’t even change its spellings.
Why?
Because it didn’t get rich.

But America?
America got rich.
Off the backs of stolen people.

Africans.
Enslaved.
Exploited.
Erased.

TheyBuiltThat.

African Americans built that joint.
And every racist in America knows it.
That’s the war you’re watching.
It’s not politics.
It’s panic.

Why does Mike Pence still cling to Trump like wet fabric?
Why are some Americans flirting with domestic terrorism?

Because in their soul of souls…
They know.

And they’re scared.

Scared of reckoning.

But what reckoning?
What revenge?

That’s projection.
They see themselves in the mirror and assume we’ll come back swinging with the same cruelty they’ve always known.

They forget:
Informed cruelty is not in our DNA.

Only a certain kind of people could engineer the Holocaust—
On that scale.
With that cold efficiency.

It wouldn’t have happened anywhere else.
Not like that.
Not that thorough.
History still shudders.

(beat)

Back to America.

Without African Americans?
No revolution.
No innovation.
No jazz.

Their labor birthed wealth.
Wealth birthed specialization.
Specialization birthed invention.

And many of those inventions?
Black minds.
Stolen ideas.
White-owned patents.

You think the cotton gin was invented to ease slave suffering?

Please.

If a slave died, they were replaced.
No one was investing in kindness.
The math didn't care.

The machine was built not out of pity—
But profit.

And we even have the name of the man who truly invented it.
(That’s another monologue.)

Blacks made America great.
And they will Make America Great Again.

Yeah.
I said it - Black will MAGA.
They will #KAG: Keep America Great

Through jazz.
Through art.
Through struggle.
Through soul....
They will Keep America Great

Still in chains—yet fought in WWII.
Fought for a world’s freedom they still didn’t enjoy.

Let me say that again.
Still. In. Chains.
Yet fighting for the freedom of the world.

Israel?
Owes its existence in part to the African American war effort.

Speaking of bravery—
The Tuskegee Airmen.

Painted their tails red.
Bright red.
In the age of stealth.

Message?
“Mess with our convoy… and see what happens.”

And the Germans?
They saw red.
They felt dread.

That’s not just courage.
That’s legacy.

They climbed mountains with weights on their backs.
Sometimes they reached the top.
Sometimes they didn’t.
But they climbed anyway.

To the racists?
Live your life.
Nobody’s checking for you that deeply.

To our brothers in the diaspora—
Our Black Butterflies—
We salute you.

To our sisters?
You are the best of us.

I watched Ledisi sing “I Blame You” on #BlackGirlsRock…
And it hit me like thunder:

The music.
The power.
The poise.

You, my sister, sit at the pointy spire of human evolution.

So I’ll end where I began:

Let the record reflect…

The African American is God’s gift to humanity.

I rest my case.

(Lights dim. Silence holds for a beat before fadeout.)

dk

OldManInTheMolue

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A reflective critique of prosperity theology, examining how modern Christianity has drifted from the teachings of Jesus and the apostles, and calling for a return to truth and spiritual integrity.

Imagine If Evangelicals Taught the Truth About Jesus

Imagine if evangelicals taught the truth about Jesus…

Better still, imagine if Saint Paul preached “prosperity.”

Almost every problem in the world today stems from false Christianity.
Even the slave trade.

Imagine if it had been different.
Imagine if, instead of slavery, there had been an immigrant worker program.
Let me rephrase that.

Imagine if the Church had opposed slavery and insisted that the right way to till the lands in America was through a structured immigrant labor system, one in which workers retained dignity, agency, and the right to return to Africa.

The Church failed then.
The allure of filthy lucre was overwhelming.

Let me re-rephrase that.

Imagine that Saint Paul were head of the Church in the 1490s, when slavery technically began.

Imagine that.

Back to where we started.

Imagine if evangelicals taught the truth about Jesus.

They now stand, it seems, as one of the last great bastions of entrenched falsehoods within the body of Christ.

Better still, imagine if Saint Paul had been like many of today’s pastors, bishops, and overseers, like Creflo Dollar or Johnson Suleman, or… (insert your preferred example).

And because nothing but prosperity is taught in many “churches” today, many do not know that they are the salt of the earth.

Instead, they compete with the world.
They strive to outperform the world in every expression of materialism.

Pause and consider that.

That, my prosperity-believing friend, you tell your conscience, now shamed into silence, is the reason Jesus came, suffered, and died?

You truly believe that?

And in furtherance of this self-deception, you proclaim to anyone who will listen:
“I serve a rich God.”

Take a bow.

You have arrived at an enlightenment the apostles themselves never attained.

And so, the exhilaration of following the true Christ is replaced with the intoxication of materialism and the pursuit of excess.

Is this what we intend to present to the Son of God as our body of work?
With the Holy Spirit as our companion?

On the day of judgment?

Perhaps now the words of Jesus begin to make sense:
“I know you not. Depart from me, you worker of iniquity.”

Yet, for those who can still read, there is hope.

Find it now.
Find it today.
Especially in this season of Lent.

#dk

Thursday, March 26, 2026

THE SLOW EROSION OF A SUPERPOWER

America at the Crossroads
Power, Politics, and Performative Grief

In February 2024, as the fortunes of Joe Robinette Biden began to visibly decline,
Don Kenobi wrote:
Empires don’t collapse suddenly.
They decay quietly… then fall all at once.
America is not arguing about policy anymore.
It is arguing about its soul.
And that is how great nations die.
None of my business
but will be such a shame to LOSE America…
FROM TYPHOID MARY TO “TYPHOID SARAH”
Read up Typhoid Mary. A luckless lady said to have infected New York City with typhoid. Not sure how but that’s the story. Happened in the early 1900s.
Fast forward to the early 2000s… history will record, “… And there was typhoid Sarah”.
Saw a recent picture of Sarah Palin and I gasped. All that ugliness has somehow seeped out and distorted that once pretty face.
The loss of America, Typhoid Mary and now Sarah Palin, what’s the nexus, I hear you ask?
WHEN EXPLANATION NO LONGER SUFFICES
If you need me to explain, no amount of explanation will suffice… (actually this a joke. It’s a gimmick I use when I don’t have time time to write ✍🏾 or explore a topic and it works).
Let me leave you with this from the tweet below 👇🏾
“Electing Republicans at this point is a self-destructive act. They don't care about the country and they can't stop bickering amongst themselves long enough to get anything done.”
A NATION DRIFTING TOWARD THE FALLS
Americans are sleepwalking their nation to the cliff edge… sailing their ship of State towards a gigantic waterfall… which has at its bottom, wrecked ships of state from antiquity… ships on which if you look closely you might find inscriptions such as “Great Hittites”, “Greater Assyria”, “Babylon the Great” and many a granite statue of forgotten gods…
A WARNING FROM HISTORY’S WALLS
I have written about this before: a poignant message written out on plywood near the home of Anne Frank… yes! The same one. The young diarist in Nazi occupied Netherlands…. I had scheduled a visit to the house she has lived in - the one in which she has made all those diary entries. It was now a tourist attraction.
Sadly, the house was undergoing repairs and had been boarded up, this was in May 2010. As I walked away, on the boards which surrounded the house was a graffiti in white spray and it read:
EMPIRES DREAM OF EVERYTHING…..
…..BUT THEIR FALL
AMERICA IN THE CROSSHAIRS
Republicans (and their evangelical allies) are destroying America and it’s all about a return to white supremacism.… this america which now is is in their crosshairs. It MUST be destroyed.
Reason?
It is living up to its promise.
It works for the little people.
A MOMENT OF RECOGNITION
I was stunned into silence yesterday as I watched a video which I shall post in the comment section - it was an interview by a gentleman whose last name is Schaefer. Scion of an evangelical family. In spite of the fact I have repeatedly called evangelicals out, it was stunning still to realize that I was right.
POWER, FAITH, AND THE THREAT OF THEOCRACY
Mike Johnson the little guy whose now speaker of the UNITED STATES HOUSE, is an unabashed white “Christian” nationalist who has passed himself off as a messenger of God in the mould of Moses, and believes that america should be a theocracy, has no qualms committing high crimes and misdemeanours along with dozens of elected republicans in Congress.
This is terrorism. This cabal is terrorizing Americans not in their demographic by creating the impression that they can “do and undo things Jay so ever they like or dislike, agree with or disagree with… and because they “control” the Supreme Court of that country, they are above the law!
Imagine any other demographic acting this way….
THE ARGUMENT COMES FULL CIRCLE
None of my business but will be such a shame to LOSE America…
Read up Typhoid Mary. A luckless lady said to have infected New York City with typhoid. Not sure how but that’s the story. Happened in the early 1900s.
Fast forward to the early 2000s… history will record, “… And there was typhoid Sarah”.
Ahhhh… I said this before.
Sorry
CONCLUSION
I rest my case
Don Kenobi
OldManInTheMolue

Wednesday, March 25, 2026

Masks, Mirrors, and the Missing Electrons of a People

The Reunion That Never Happened: Africa and Its Diaspora

From colourism to civilizational disconnection.

This essay examines how identity, history, and perception

Shape Africa’s relationship with its diaspora

and the possibility of reconnection.

A Moment That Lingers

From a post by Kio A, this stayed with me:

“What really hit me was the way Black people treated each other. The colourism was insane. I remember a beautiful light-skinned Black girl telling me I was too dark for her family, that her grandmother would have a heart attack if she brought me home. I told her straight: you’re a slave to a white man’s system.
And she was.”

A Clash of Certainties

It is difficult to write about this.
Harder still to sit with it. Because it often feels… pointless.
It is like arguing with certainty itself.
Like telling an evangelical who offers full-throated support for Israel, regardless of the atrocities committed, “Forget heaven… you will not be there.”
It quickly becomes a clash of certainties.
You are certain they will not get there.
They are absolutely certain they will.
No ground shifts.
You are wasting your time.
Unless, of course, you step outside the frame entirely.
Consider the Doppler shift, the phenomenon that helped spark Albert Einstein’s thinking.
A wave appears blue as it approaches, red as it recedes. To one observer, it is moving toward them; to another, it is moving away.
Both are correct, simultaneously.
What changes is not the object, but the frame.
(Physics becomes a problem when one tries, as I often do, to use it to make sense of human affairs. Yet the analogy persists.)
Once you accept that different observers can hold truths that appear contradictory but are equally valid, you begin to see that resolving them requires an entirely new set of paradigms.
And those paradigms may settle (or unsettle) everyone.

Adaptation or Performance?

Seen this way, the grandmother’s attitude is not entirely irrational.

In a society where skin colour operates as currency, where proximity to whiteness confers advantage, why choose additional hardship?

Why fight battles you do not have to fight?

But then again…

Are you a person, or a character in someone else’s drama?

At what point does adaptation become performance?
At what point does survival become self-erasure?

The Original Meaning of “Hypocrite”

The word hypocrite once carried no moral condemnation.

From the Greek hypokritēs:

Hypo — under
Krinein — to interpret

An hypokritēs was simply an actor.

One who:

spoke from beneath a mask
interpreted a role not their own
projected a character to an audience

The question, then, is ancient:

Are we living, or are we performing?

A Broken Continuity

This question extends beyond the individual. It stretches across history.

For over 500 years, Africa has been a site of extraction, its wealth taken, its systems distorted.

Yet something curious remains:

There has never been structured, intentional economic collaboration between Africans on the continent and Africans in the diaspora.

What might have been different if there had been?

What if a defined percentage of oil and gas contracts had been allocated to African American firms, firms that in turn employed African Americans?

What if even a fraction of Africa’s extracted wealth had circulated within its own extended family?

Why was there never economic synergy?

Why Not Now?

Why not establish free trade zones designed specifically for African American enterprise?

Manufacture here.
Export here.
Sell here.

Even within the host country.

A Symbolic Beginning

Consider a symbolic gesture.

The broken promise of “40 acres and a mule” remains one of history’s enduring moral debts.

What if a new proposition emerged:

10 acres and a mule.

10% of Nigeria’s arable land is about 8.4 million acres.

That is 840,000 ten-acre farms.

An Invitation

It is yours.

Come.

Be part of the family.

Grow food.
Build communities.

Send your retired, but not tired, professors to strengthen failing schools.
Send doctors.
Send engineers.

Bring your children, not as visitors, but as participants.

To rediscover themselves.
To reinterpret their lives outside inherited scripts.

The Fair Question

Why extend this outward when internal needs remain so pressing?

Fair question.

Inertia and Force

I understand Isaac Newton more easily than Einstein.

A body remains at rest until acted upon by an external force.

Force produces reaction.

African societies, in many ways, resemble the pike experiment.

We tried.
We were blocked.
We tried again.
Blocked again.

Eventually, we stopped trying.

Even when the barrier is removed, the behaviour remains.

A Shared Condition

The same, in a different form, applies to Africans in the diaspora.

They have had to reinterpret themselves through the lenses of others.

Not Cancellation, But Combination

What happens if both are brought together?

Not cancellation - they are not matter and antimatter.

Something else else happens. Think of it like chemistry.

An atom with two electrons in its outer shell.
Another that needs exactly two to be stable.

Affinity. Combination.
Boom! A new compound is formed.

The Missing Electrons

African Americans are among the most remarkable people of the modern era.

Yet something remains incomplete, not in essence, but in connection.

I’m finna say what many avoid:

The missing electrons… are in Africa.

You Cannot Run From Yourself

As Bob Marley said:

You keep running, and running, and running away…
but you cannot run away from yourself.

I rest my case

Don Kenobi

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