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When autocrats have total control of a nation: when fear and the dread of dungeons strength dissidents to creep like coward crabs into holes of hopelessness: when journalists look with fixed eyes lies in the face, and report that all is well, truth will always bear fruits to the fearless few who “will” use their pens as conquering weapons. Their pens will pry, prod, poke and push pieces of paper through impenetrable walls to create stories–most times written on paper dyed red with blood and desperation of people who dared to speak truth to power. Many perished for crimes as simple as looking dissimilar from the judge/jury/executioner. Those stories are our only clues sometimes, as to what genuinely transpires behind autocratic and tyrannical fences. History books and graveyards are prettified with names of fearless fighters—those that fought the demons of injustice, racial prejudice, oppression, subjugation, hypocrisy, rape, and organized fear. It bothers me to detect samenesses to pre-Apartheid schemes and pre-Nazi conditions masked and cloaked in such a way that awful situations may slip beneath the radar of respectable institutions, built to make sure that such past atrocities did not occur again. Can you imaging the shock millions felt when a British reporter did not even question the veracity of Idi Amin’s assertions that underneath his 8-year killing machine, humans were free to express themselves publicly? It is alleged that after Amin took over the leadership of Uganda, he pulled all military commanders who did not help his coup before a firing squad, and saved their heads by freezing them. Those frozen heads were displayed each so often, to remind all and sundry what would occur if anybody dared to oppose him. That same Idi Amin was cited in one of Britain’s most respectable newsprints thusly: “In communist countries you are not free to talk: there is one spy for each three persons.” In Uganda under his rule “Not so here.” I wonder why the interviewing journalist did not inquire with regards to the fate of the former fighters, entombed in his freezer– evermore frozen in fright. Writers seldom question the spiritual and or moral ramifications of our injustice to American Indians–even to this day. As I write this, remnant seed of Indian warriors proceed battling for the rights of oil reserves found underneath their reservations. How may we pretend that we set the standards for Democracy, when we do not offer requests for official pardon or forgiveness from unjust wars, unjust confiscations, unjust financial and institutional rape and plunder at the altar of peace- at the United Nations? Since one neighbour’s search for justice is inter-connected with those of the world’s family of nations, whether we believe it or not: we are our brothers’ keepers. Time does not absolve us from ancestral and/or generational curses: forgiveness, restitution and repentance do concede us such. I want to take this chance to reach out to younger writers to show them that in a heap of instances, when forces were wholly overwhelming, pens had neutralized mighty swords. I want to use this article to give hope or courage to the reading population to seek out works from writers (many now dead) who paid the extreme sacrifice for snips of truth. I have been to so galore lectures where inadvertently, somebody asks “What was the citizenry doing for the duration of the Holocaust? Where were the God-fearing humans for the duration of the First Crusade? What did decent persons do when Idi Amin Dada spewed flames of hatred on all nouns that dared to disagree with him? Where are the works of the silent moralists for the duration of Saddam’s time? Some reference the Civil Rights Movement as a watershed moment in America’s history, when so some people refused to be bystanders in the parade of injustice. They employed their pens as arrows and their bodies as humane shields. They broke the back of the beast of racial prejudice—temporarily. However, may I remind my fellow writers that native Indians have not yet eaten fruits form our First Amendment. I would likewise remind them that seed of Inca peoples are hungry while their borrowed gold proceeds to plaster the steeples of Europe’s greatest and richest churches. I have yet to see an article in any mainstream media addressing our continued attempts to bar Native Americans from negotiating directly with oil companies for the rights to drill oil on the lands that they and their ancestors have populated for centuries. Today we use dissimilar types of pens—not to write in regards to the atrocities of Native Americans, but to surround them like cattle. Now that there is “Oil in them thar hills” we are using laws to undertake to “write them off.” Even altho writing was outlawed then, God’s prophets documented segments of the Atlantic Slave Trade in advance. Some gave prophetic images, (Daniel 2:34-35) and others recorded clear texts: Psalm 44:11-14, Deuteronomy 28:20-68. Even eyewitnesses’ accounts survived: “To Shoot Hard Labour—The Life and Times of Samuel Smith, an Antiguan Workingman 1877-1982.” Samuel “Pappy Sammy” Smith was a buggy driver to the governor of the twin islands of Antigua and Barbuda in the latter portion of the 19th century. He asked his grandsons to record his chronicles without altering even one word, and they complied with his request. With regards to the Holocaust, Heinrich Theodor Böll is a fine example of someone who endured torture, rejection, ridicule and more, because of his uncompromising pen. That weapon and what He promised God he would do with it, permitted him (in 1972) to be the second person born in Germany, since Hermann Hesse in 1946, to have received the Nobel Prize. I could probably list thousands of people whose works bore witness to deeds so heart-wrenching, that the pages echo screams of past torments. I could go on and on, but for answers as to why we have become insensitive to the plights of those events that are not “mainstream,” check Amazon’s Search online books for perceptivities into spiritual rivers that snake beneath nations–according to prior forecastings in the latest Solomon Temple Code-Buster. |
