Originally posted by Vudak
If you show me one African American who was formerly a slave in this country, I'll gladly write him/her a check. 
But they're
all still slaves. Slaves under the boot of the white man's corporate tyranny, slaves to the narcotics, the alcohol and the guns provided in abundance to keep the urban dweller out of the cycle of success so effectively established and monopolized by the white man.
They're slaves to the white man's banks, to the white man's institutions of higher education, even to the white man's hunger for money and power, which the innocent black man carries on his shoulders for a promise of wealth and respect--wealth and respect that like every other thing the white man has given, is false and fleeting.
They're slaves to the white man's food, which keeps so many in poor, failing health, and then they're slaves to the white man's medical system, which gives nothing while taking so much.
They're slaves to the white man's children, who crave a connection with the urban lifestyle so much that they finance its propogation with their spending money. They're slaves to the millions of screaming white faces, who, almost like the spectators at a gladiatorial match, wait in ecstatic anticipation of yet another maimed or killed black athlete or artist.
They're even slaves to the white man's
woman, who, like the fair-skinned vampire she is, sucks the life, the will and the dignity from any unfortunate black man whose weaknesses draw him to this evil creature.
They're slaves to the white man's language, the white man's etiquette and laws. Slaves to the white man's religions, the white man's causes, the white man's hatred. Slaves to the white man's gas prices.
They're slaves to the system, the society, the very land that they do so much to make powerful.
And now, they're slaves to my sarcasm
Victory is mine.
