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Dignity Beyond Persecution,The Rebirth Of Marcus
Garvey,Honorable Roger Toussain
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By Jacqueline Amos
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Dignity Beyond Persecution, Honorable Roger Toussaint, RebirthOf Marcus Garvey
In this format of a communists Society; Toussaint a man who ispersecuted for protesting against slave wages, in theprincipalities of life, and dictated and gagged by the order, heshall not speak, to be summoned in the words of blind justice,that he shall not go against the laws made by the dictators, hemay not speak; In this life one must sometimes loose to winstripped of his rights to defend his cause, in the prosperity ofa subtonic Presentation of summary in the oppositions, To do areto dye, to dye are to live, Evaluations of power that sanctionsthe rights of dignity, beyond persecution, Mastery of Self. Manof integrity the minister of spirit. Finding of principal, mightof power, in a order of thieves that set before the table, Ablack man under all odds stood tall, and the warriors ofprincipals that stood before him, a thief has no loyalty tocolor, only by his on proclamation of order, nevertheless manfeels that what dose not effect him , will not effect another,but in the rules of life, a thief only has loyalty to self, thepoor shall be the one to suffer, Bluntly called thieves, in themedia of persecution, A black man who stood again before thecross of persecution, who speaks for the soldiers, who stand forfreedom of life, when the dictators presented his fate jail him,he has over stepped his mean, to tell the dictators, I am a manwhich is due to all men. Meekness, simple laws of loving self;the hero or the coward saving self; The soul that dies athousand times, when the soul of will would die once. Wave theFlag Black man, Wave the Flag, Black and White stand together,Brothers and Sisters hand and hand; I thought once how myancestors Sing the sweet songs, of love The souls that marchupon the clouds, And the sound of the ancient drums, Humble theelders that carry the cross to carry the crown to place upon thewarriors heads. The soldiers begins to beat the drums And thespirits rise upon the clouds, as I sing the Nubian anthem theancestors who brought me cross.
Through the struggles of a diversity, the constitutionBlackness was won, nevertheless the scars Continue to bond afterthe glory was won. In this mean less area of time, the image hasstood the abomination of heroic bureaucracy the soldier whowaved the banner, the battle of a lost generalized consumptionof spineless association that brittles the thoughts of unity.
But while the image has stood the test of time, soldiery ofconfinement the soul has no strength of its own, what dose ittakes for the image of a king, to stand up and claim hisrightful place? Crying that the soul is governed by another, whohas know power only if the mind allows, the glory came, and thedefinition of warrior has declined, the politics that led tothat moment has been cast aside by cowardly conformity, if manwho lives through another mans eyes of a hopeless survival, andthe brother the savior who has given his life, that his brothersshould walk the red carpet, the king that lied upon the cross,to give a devil greater power that has know control only if themind gives it freely, Assassins of the abomination, and thetreason of the glory, confinements of genocide amnesia;particularly known, as wisdom and spirituality, the by laws ofGod, the rainbow reflects the cries of the soul, the dead rootswhich continues to dye slowly, Helpless when the water sits uponthe door, Roots that refuse to save self.
If I must go down; a warrior of strength, Toussaint stands tall,he walk with dignity as he face the media of a lynch man rope,don't be the one to pull, when the marksman steal your freedom,and laughs behind the back door, in title the submissive slave,In my observation of warrior, his words cry from the eyes of atrue soldier, the rebirth of the warriors of freedom, freedom isnot free, and a warrior will not bow down, honor my brother ofthe Caribbean land, A true Soldier is not a man unless heshedder of his blood, he walks with dignity, and the spirit ofhis souls speaks, let not my hierology speak of weakness, I willwalk on the battlefield alone, as a man if I must, what is lifeif you can't subside under the lynch men rope, He stands tall myblack brother shall not go out In a cowardly conformity, hestood tall and took the burning bullet that man set before him,I shall die with dignity; Let not my horology speak of weaknessI shall walk on the battlefield as a man what is life if I can'tdie like a man. Every man must die, so If I; I choose it as aman. A coward dies a thousand times but a brave man dies once. Ishall not go out in a cowardly conformity; I shall stand tall ifI must. Take the burning bullet, which sets before my death. Noone recognize the warriors, because many have never fought awar, only wisdom brings calm to the pain, nevertheless the deadsoul has know compassion only to self, Oh what a bitter taste ofbrim, but the spirit of God walks I have fought for a cause;lies upon the dark; the inner man shall not awaken from thedark, the bite of the bullet is much to hot, the valley isclosing in as I take a deep breath, the warrior is not awarrior; until he has shredded blood, words are a hopelesssurvival if the unite is divided, we shall all fall at once,under the emancipation of slaves, who continue to use the blackrace through the fire.
I shall dye nobly as my brother Jesus who lay upon the cross, ifwe must die, I shall take your hand; And we shall look upon theskies, as you my brother, As I ; we shall go at one time. Letnot thee suffer, take the last breath, that I Shall marchthrough the skies; There shall be no tears, I the soldier ofGod, Their shall be no pleading, I shall carry the cross; as mybrother upon the skies, so I shall give back to thy brother whodied for me. Grave that lies upon my trust; I shall not die, asthe murders that stand Before me, when you speak of my death,you shall never remember a beginning plea; My body is just acarcass; but my spirit shall fly free life, beware of thewalking dead, I shall not bow over.
But the tears that shall flow from my mothers eyes, It's not thecoldness of my brother, Who kill me because he feels that hecan, Dark as the night that the blood runs From the leadedbullets upon my chest. Know man knows the battle of war until hehas bit the bullet of death; It is not the horror that setsbefore me, However, the image a King you may believe in hope hehas died, in those terrifying screams of death around us thatremind me; another tribe castrated through the mind has passedon. Plunge in a black body bag, another one out the way; Thehidden darkness that surface the face of a snake, Neverrealizing death for death, nevertheless one might Live upon theearth, and one whom moved on to a better place. The wind, thestorm, the sun, waves fare well, it is not the satisfied look inmy brothers eyes, he have Killed his brother in degradation ofracial hate, no sympathy that he express, The devils childrenhave struck again, oh what a bitter Spaceman of a dead mind, whocannot control, the Leaded bullet of death, which rises upon themid night Horror that lye upon my chest, the screams of thymother They have killed my son. The rose have cuddled in a fetalposition I shall never forget, the pain of thy birth, She haveknow position her self to the same event those steady andmerciless black fingers, Oh but the devils who planed my death,there is a greater power than he, I will meet you on the otherside when you feel that you have castrated me of my manhood, bestill serpent of Satan, the lord will speak, and when he do, youwill see the power you thought you had.
Oh the hand on the trigger, know mercy, upon the beaded eyes ofdeath, holding the darkness, that seeks my death; hell gaze mein the eyes, as the assassins plan my death, I have moved on,but unto I shall leave, I shall return. I shall live within themind of; The assassins who stood before my death, If thy takethy life, thy take ones own, for and Eye, tooth for a tooth, Ishall return, I take my journey on the Black train who slowlydrives upon my Space, the black smoke that spreads upon yourhouse of shame, I walk as a black man, speak as a black, and Ishall rule as a black man on the other side of my fathers house.
The people has no say, children stolen and sold, withoutfreedom of defense, every child worth 500,000 in grants, 18, 000children in foster care, freedom taken away from the parents incontrol of their young, parents locked up when the child refuseto go to school, nevertheless parents are sanctions when theydiscipline their young, Children are told to call authorities onthe parents who give them life, to do or to dye, to dye are tolive, wake up people, today the Blackman tomorrow the multicolor rainbow, freedom know longer stands in this place call theland of the free.
Remarks By Roger Toussaint
With a $1 billion surplus, this contract between the M.T.A. andthe Transport Workers Union should have been a no-brainer.Sadly, that has not been the case. Our contract expired onThursday at midnight. In an attempt to save mass transit, and indeference to our riders, we postponed our deadline and attemptedto continue talking to the M.T.A. From the beginning, the M.T.A.approached these negotiations in bad faith, demandingarbitration even before trying to resolve the contract. Hoursbefore the contract expiration, the M.T.A. got rid of its $1billion surplus -- a surplus which we believe continues to beunderstated by some $100 million. The M.T.A. knew thatattempting to reduce health and pension standards at theauthority would be unacceptable to our union. They also knewthat there was no good economic reason for their hard line onthis issue -- not with a $1 billion surplus -- but they wentahead anyway. And they did this supported by the Bloombergadministration, which wants to overrun the municipal laborunions and all city workers and impose down-press wages andgutted health benefits and pension plans. This has been combinedwith attempts by the M.T.A., joined by the mayor and thegovernor, to intimidate and threaten our members and theirfamilies.
The Local 100 executive board has voted overwhelmingly to extendstrike action to all M.T.A. properties immediately. All Local100 representatives and shop stewards are directed to report totheir assigned strike locations, picket lines or assignedlocations nearest you immediately. To our riders, we ask foryour understanding and forbearance. We stood with you to keeptoken booths open, to keep conductors on the trains, to opposefare hikes. We now ask that you stand with us. We did not want astrike, but evidently the M.T.A., the governor and the mayordid. We call on all good-willed New Yorkers, the laborcommunity, and all working people to recognize that our strikeis their fight and to rally in our support with activities andevents in solidarity, and to show the M.T.A. the T.W.U. does notstand alone.
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