Archive | March 2, 2018

The Winds of Slavery- Still Felt On the Neck

In the U.S. slavery officially ended with the Emancipation Proclamation, even though it took three years later for it to be considered “law” in Texas.


Over 90% of our time in existence as a nation has been spent under the brutal-boot of both slavery and Jim Crow; this time period, of course, came to a culmination and finale with the Civil Rights Movement, and the passage of laws to equally protect the rights of all citizens of the U.S.


Yet, even today, slavery continues in our contemporary times, only wearing different uniforms, in different places. Sex slavery, Abusive slavery by psychopaths, sociopaths, and kidnappers, drug slavery (personal & systemic), Imperialism slavery, i.e.,the U.S.’s power base to occupy and wage-war, for the purpose “of saving the world for Democracy,” (bull-shit on that!). Then there’s slavery so thieves can steal body parts or organs to sell, etc., etc., etc. The list is as long as your arm.


Although slavery was abolished in 1980, it didn’t become a crime Mauritania in 2007; legal-chattel-slavery was allowed in Mauritania-so that nomadic families, the “higher-up” relatives, would enslave their own kin! This became illegal only in 2007! That’s just eleven years ago. And even though it’s now illegal there are still slaves in Mauritania.
Mauritania’s slavery is one of the main factors that ecllipses change there; slave families have no right to land (which, of course, hapenned to many African-American slaves in our own country). It should be-as a form of reparations.


Is it just me, or do you ever scratch your head, when you hear about archaic, inhumane treatment in this new age of consciousness? It’s like so dramatic-emphasizing how old thought processes can easily be brushed off and used in new ways in new contexts. It’s sorta like a time machine gone awry, and then returning to life.


This happens everywhere it seems. When I lived in Rogers Park, a small locale in Chicago, I’d watch the elders, mainly women from Eastern European countries, sit on the long, wooden benches that overlooked Lake Michigan\most of them wearing babushkas, talking together in strange dialects, and watching babies, always the babies!


In a way, it’s the same kind of way that people lived in Mauritania-up until 2007 that is, and may continue to be. Living in a lifeless coffin of “old brained” cultural benchmarks.
While slaves aren’t physically chained, the “colonization of the mind” is a deep, psychological wound and scar on people who’ve lived the experience. Many also consider that their enslavement is due to the ‘will of God.’


Some also describe it as a caste system-today’s slaves are descendants of darker-skinned ancestors made slaves centuries ago by the lighter-skinned White Moors, so this contributes to the tensions around slavery in this society. Slavery began in Mauritania as an “intra-racial” conflict due to the early presence of whites in the mix.


One young, Mauritanian girl, Haby, was raped countless times by one of her masters, they sent her to work with the herds, from early morning to late at night, then she was also responsible for the cooking and clean-up for everyone’s meals, only to collapse into a stress-ripened sleep at the end of her day.


Hurt people hurt people. It’s the law of the jungle. The masters, most likely, had been slaves once before-also oppressed-next, they became the feared, cruel masters, and their self-driven-deep-down pain still drove them to hurt their own slave-kin-Oh, Beloved, that’s gotta be a sin or shortcoming!


The cycle of shame, must be declaimed for what it is-an endemic plague on the houses of all humanity. Was it the slaves fault that they self-sabotaged their own lives? No, absolutely not! It was not! Rather, it was a “slavish system” that aimed the atrocities at them,


yet one thing will not change: trauma turned in on someone will take a healing of memories, a healing of consciousness, a healing from the false methods that may have been used to heal, that only really harmed, a cleansing of images in the mind that stoke the fires of dis-ease.


In the poorer countries, apparently there may be no therapy available for post-rape or post-trauma incidents, and so the pains of slavery are transferred to the unconscious, ever-directing a victim to the need for therapeutic methods to assist in the healing process. If there’s no help of this sort, the trauma’s effects will get pushed down, without contact, and ways of coping are unseen or not understood.


The wrong or right, just or unjust, just don’t really matter here-it’s the pain from the original trauma that’s the “realest” object to trust, therapy and sharing with others is a “must” with those who care: the communal-healing-system-round-table, will enable transformation to arrive in your heart’s fruitful hive.


One young girl, Essatim, while a slave was raped constantly, and was severally bruised by the sexual abuse. She, as well, had no therapeutic means of healing; yet, the bravery and resiliency of the slaves is an amazing attribute to them as human beings trying to survive, under the harshest of conditions.


copyright:christopherbearbeam February 25, 2018