Liberation is CONTAGIOUS

On November 10, 2010 I wrote what I believed would be my last post under the blog titled JUST THOUGHTS. There are several reasons why I came to the decision that I could no longer dedicate the time and effort to produce a blog that provided facts and opinions that no one, it seemed wanted to hear.

 Over time, since I came to that conclusion several of my readers have express despondency, over what they considered the premature conclusion of JUST THOUGHTS.  They advised that JUST THOUGHTS provided a catalyst for reflection, allowing them to look inward and provided them with the opportunity for growth.

In writing JUST THOUGHTS my intent was always to make my small contribution toward the liberation of my people from the physical, economic, and psychological incarceration that has restricted our growth, as a people, and culture from reaching our full potentiality. In my mind, the quest for liberation is, or should be contagious.
On a personal level, once I became aware of the nature of the  aggressive, negative tactics directed toward my people and the restrictive environmental conditions that we continue to exist under I became "infected" with the need to know more, to find the truth wherever it might be hidden. I believed then, as I believe now that the need for liberation is contagious, that if exposed, others will contract the "fever" and spread their desire for liberation to all they come in contact with.
Through my blog I attempted to empower my people, stating that we had the ability to control our own destiny, if we were willing to educate ourselves. Building our foundation for change upon the principles of knowledge of self.

So, for all my supporters I say "Thank You" for showing me that my efforts to inform have value, and were appreciated by those who read them. To all my detractors, well guess what, "I'm Back", more dedicated and determined than ever!



The following poem is reprinted from the book,

 The Liberation of the African Mind, The Key to Black Salvation, by Adisa Franklin

Black Man, How did you Fall?

Black man how did you fall from such a high estate

When did it happen, what far and distant date

In Africa long ago, you had built great pyramids,

Yet your knowledge on how you did it remains cleverly hid

Black man how did you fall from such a high estate

You were made a slave that others love to hate

Is it that you gave light to the human race?

Yet today you can’t even keep pace

Look at all you’ve given; you gave meaning to the word civilized

Yet today you are despised, looked down upon, and often criticized

Black man how did you fall from such a high estate

What caused this tragedy, who engineered this dark fate?

Black man how did you fall from such a high estate

When will you rise again, how long must we wait,

Before you, black man take a stand,

and act like you know you’re a man

There are inside you, all the answers you seek

To make you strong again, instead of so weak

So when your woman calls and says “where are you my dear”?

You can say with confidence, “THE MAN’S RIGHT HERE”!

Adisa Franklin