The Politics of Change…
Never has a political candidate shed so much to receive so little from so few. He offers “CHANGE,” but he is the one who has become a veritable contortionist, wrenching and masticating his value system, his support system, his backers, HIMSELF, to gain the succor of the (white) world…The Last Poets warned of niggas incessant penchant for change -shape-shifting, flip-flopping and mind-melding to their white betters, staying just ahead of or barely behind the latest trends, curves, possibilities, fashion.
And for what exactly? What do you exactly gain when you can’t take YOU with YOU?
Meanwhile, the political battlefield is strewn with beige limbs and black bones, fingernails, red tissue and sinew, peeled from once proud, principled flesh. What does Obama believe in that he would NOT throw overboard – one by one – his pastor, his friends and now his church. And on what basis? The prying, king making eyes of the white media? Or his precious white voters?
Is this the prelude to his next Great Escape, from YOU, you who have voted for him, prayed for him, stalked precincts for him, received racist taunts for him, all in hopes of what you’ll get in return – symbolically.
Will you be the next one to feel the ‘sting’ of him grasping for that higher wrung that requires him, of course, to release YOU with his off-hand? And what then? Will you claim that you didn’t see it coming, or, that its the nature of politics? Will you break down, disappointed, hopes dashed again? Or will you search for the next messiah?
Perhaps you will derive another lesson: the need to let go of all prophets, all authorities outside of yourself.
Children need leaders, parents. Adults need to learn how to lead themselves, band together with like minded folks, if they must, and create, like grown folks are supposed to do.
The political process, hell the American educational-indoctrination process is designed to infantilize you, make you look for aid from a glorified parent, a ‘representative,’ a pastor, a priest, a walking, talking contradiction, a phony panacea. ‘Leave the driving to us,’ so says the politrickster. ‘Sleep little baby, sleep.’ And you do. You say, ‘ we must be pragmatic, we must accept what’s reasonable, we must accept the one who can win…’ our wants and needs be damned. As well as those of the African Diaspora and Planet Earth. ‘He’s doing what he needs to do to win.” What does he win and what do you gain from your sacrificing your autonomy on his behalf?
Don’t get me wrong, I like Obama. I appreciate the tightrope that he’s walking and the manner in which he’s crossing it. He’s made it further than I imagined he would and with a grace and charisma that hasn’t been seen in years. And yet…
REAL CHANGE is what we need – but its not what we’re being offered. Lawd knows America needs to change from the root. But if our hero speaks change out of one side of his mouth, and status quo politics out of the side of his neck, what will we get? Embargo against Cuba? Troops stationed in 138 countries?! 158?! (Hell, how many countries are there?!)
Change would mean feeding the hungry, opening the prisons, calling off the attack dogs in blue, pumping money into a real educational system, allowing all lands their autonomy, their own system of governance or no governance at all; the complete withdrawal of all US troops from foreign soil, giving the Native American her due, her back rent, her land, her resources
And the destruction of nuclear weapons, as well as complete disarmament.
CHANGE. Is this the “new and improved” kind, the buzzword that we get on packaging for untested, genetically-modified poison? Do you hear the word “Change” and simply fall asleep, never minding what it actually means… is that what its designed to do – sound pleasing to the ear and provide a cold comfort and a nap?
We don’t need Billary, nor do we need McBush. And we don’t need Obama, though he’s welcome to help.
We need the change Sam Cooke was talking about, that Bob Dylan was talking about, that Ghandi and King and Malcolm and Bobby were talking about. We need the change that William Ayres and Bernadine Dohrn were talking about, what the Weathermen were all about in spite of their rockets red glare.
We need change. We need to change. We need to be the change. Uncompromisingly. Passionately. Truthfully.
Its hard to change, though, when we don’t first speak change into existence, when we don’t feel that we have permission to speak change into existence, when we put goals and objects and positions ahead of speaking change into existencee, real honest to Goddess change.
If you place anything ahead of change, ahead of freedom, you’ll never have either.