Tribe or Tribes

 So, how do you strategically combat against an avaricious, aggressive, violent, warmongering tribe who projects its duplicity, hypocrisy, and criminality on to other tribes? By roundly denouncing the off-the-reservation tribe at every turn without fear of either reprisal or retaliation: its brazen theft of innate creativity, intellectual property, valuable mineral (and human) resources and real property of other tribes; by championing our own story: promoting excellence in our community where possible, agitating for it where not. By becoming the protagonist in our own stories. By becoming agents of change.
The tribe in question is no longer in the mainstream of American political discourse replete as it is with ancient alabaster relics of a time long past. Its current worldview is a rusty artifact of that period fostered by a false sense of racial superiority naively employed to rationalize "manifest destiny," which is little more than an euphemism for conquest, plunder, murder and mayhem. The gratuitous, cruel, and inhumane mistreatment of peaceful, creative, and spiritual tribes who prefer to live close to the earth, not in exploitation of it.
The lasting legacy, vestige, of this warlike tribe with its rapidly waning, dwindling, numbers that is deeply vested in grievance is the pesky little fact that their time has drawn to a close. It is curtain call for this tribe. They know it. They are no long producing "Masters of the Universe" en mass. Hence, their obsessive preoccupation with forcing young, white women of child-bearing-age, who prefer the C-suite to a hospital suite in some backwater, under-equipped, maternity ward, to forcibly produce more blond-haired, blue-eyes babies at risk to their lives or, in some instances if the tribe has its way, liberty.
The remaining tribes of the world are on to their antics, their shenanigans. So, the latest page in their frayed, worn, and hackneyed playbook is to wrest from anyone, everyone not in the tribe, any tiny shred, or remnant of humanity, agency, or self-determination by appropriating their stories or ignoring 'em altogether.
I did not listen to Michelle Obama's speech yesterday evening. But I did carefully read the reactions from folks I know and trust. Other writers, journalists, pundits, and activists. The consensus is that she gave a impassioned critique of the state of the union seasoned liberally (pun intended) with very personal anecdotes including the recent passing of her mother, Marian Robinson, who I remember as a quiet, almost stoic, but dignified presence around the White House. Helping Michelle raise her two young daughters at the time, shepherding them gently through the trials and tribulations of growing up in the public eye: a very thin glass bottle that could have been shattered any day from an accurate shot "fired in anger" by a rabid, racist, and enraged rogue warrior from the tribe, all the while this implicit peril was looming precariously over the first Black family to occupy the White House, she fiercely guarded the girl's privacy as former president Obama ran the country. The late Mrs. Robinson was as successful in that task as the Obama administration was successful in the two terms they were in office.
The speech had to have been well-received, heart-felt, and, poignant. Michelle Obama had to endure racist vitriol, vicious ad hominem attacks, and petty, unwarranted criticism during her husband's two-terms in office. She endured the needless cruelty, like many other giants in our community who were the "first," with grace, dignity, and long suffering some 158 years after the emancipation of enslaved Africans.
It should not be our cause, our mission, to beg, cajole, and plead with the corporate media to do its job and give Michelle Obama kudos. The corporate media is doing the bidding of its masters, primarily wealthy Jewry elites, that support a radical conservative agenda such as Project 2025 with their pocketbooks - irrespective of the politic ideology of broadsheets they publish, respectively. We have to support Black-owned media outlets in all of its flavors whether we agree or not with the delivery of content by hosts, producers, editors, writers, or anchors; if they are doing the work of promoting the cause of Black liberation. Period.

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