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Peace,

"Our number one concern seems to be how to overcome all of our many
problems. Do we stay here or do we go? Do we wait on God or fight this
fight alone? Is this a spiritual battle or do we wait on politics? Is
this an intellectual battle or are we going to actually get up and do
something? Are things going to get better or are we fooling ourselves?
Do we unite or continue our battle online and only with each other?"
---Dalani Aamon

Victoria Independent Media Center
Original article is at
victoria.indymedia.org

DIA: blacks and our depression #3
A note from Fernwood/The Hood/New Palestine

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by  
Lawrence Ytzhak Braithwaite
An author in North America

There have been essays written concerning Blacks and depression (one of
which is by Dalani Aamon entitled "Blacks and Depression") and one of
the causes of this depression having come the residual effects of the
African Americans Experience starting with slavery. Not all of us have
been slaves or from a slave background nor were we raised in the US
psychic landscape but we have been assaulted by it. A great deal of us
are Diasporic and so the effects of the affected African American
psychology has invaded our domes. The US racism and the Canadian
supremacy has had a damaging impression on our lives and mental health.
I'm am certain that there are those who suffer from chemical imbalance
which render them privy to mood swings on various scales. However, the
state of dread and downpressor inwhich most of us have to exist offers
us little moments of true being and I'm afraid prolonged exposure to the madness and twisted logic of North America only brings more pain and
collapse.
We must realize that mental illness in Black people, on our continent,
is not tolerated. Not by the medical profession nor our own peoples.
When it comes to Blacks, especially Black men with mental illness, we
have not progressed from the Restoration period and William Hogarth's
depiction of Bedlam. Our Bedlam can be either the mess of North America, the ghetto, or the state found in the etched imprints in our mentals
(minds).

We have become driven by this madness as did Tom Rakewell (an 18th
century playa) who, disassociated with his home, becomes enveloped in
the underlying message of greed and status orientated London, England
(or as is refered to as being a "demented Britannia"). However,
Rakewell, has little knowledge and absolutely no overstanding of the
true makeup and motivation of the libertine rakish society inwhich he
falls into and is seduced by. He only sees what is considered successful and acceptable and then follows through hoping that --no -- thinking
that this will make him and remake him in the eyes of the new society.
Rakewell's efforts lead him to riches, poverty and then madness.
We, as Black people, whether ghetto or yuppy or middle-class, are caught up in this disassociation of place and contexte. We cannot, although we
may front on the matter, make sense of the cognitive dissonance that is
this demented America. It as if we are children or men caught in an
abusive household each one of us or as a collective have fallen into the familial role of those in an abusive home'
The perfect one,
The peace keeper,
The clown,
The rebel
But no matter how much we struggle in our roles we still fail to achieve the overstanding and remove ourselves from the situation. The house must fall. We must cease to help it exist with all it's secrets and past
abuse. Our presence fuels it. It legitimizes it. The abusers knows, far
more than we ever will, under these circumstances, how to push every
button and manipulate us with status, money, power and maybe even a kind word and genteel touch here and there.
Right now, and for a longtime, a world has been fighting back to end
this abuse or to stop the abuser from incorporating them in the vicious
circle of this madhouse. We, as Black peoples, don't seem to overstand
this -- fully. Which is why we assist in the assaults or close our doors (selves) to our own. We point fingers and take pleasure watching each
other fall. We invent new philosophies and transforms ancient faiths to
fit them into the demented American landscape. First on the list of
blaim is each other and then comes this metaphysical white man (a devil
or snake or yacob). But very little is done to actualize our anger and
redemption except when it comes to attacking each other (the lost, the
mental slaves, the 85, the uncivilized, the gutter negro, the country
nigger, the 10, the sellout...) we have many names for the
understandably confused and depressed Black peoples and we are swift to
attack each other and kill each other, especially in the most cruel of
fashions, and that is in the willful destruction of a human beings
aspiration -- our spirit our Black souls. It would be easier for us to
achieve peace and overstanding of the system of downpressor than it
would for us to overstand each other and accept out weaknesses and
strengths and victories. So we hunt for leaders to lead us (because of
slavery and this endless Moses metaphor). We choose dead heroes (silent
and well printed posters on college walls or in house holds. Maybe a PBS documentary they offer us during a now infamous Black history month).
Last we follow puritan inspired ranting fascist who distort philosophies and faiths for the purpose of power and control. But what we lack is a
revolution of all our own. Where Blacks can finally be peoples with all
the faults and greatness that most people know over this planet and are
willing to starve and die for.

If you look at it this way who wouldn't be depressed. And if a Black man has a mental illness then it will certainly become magnified to the
point inwhich it becomes madness -- as William Carlos Williams wrote of the Black peoples of North America "true products of America go crazy".
This pandering to abuse and the constant blaiming of each other is a
suicide. It is a slow and cruel suicide as most true suicides are.
Forget what you've heard and what you think or read or have been taught.

A true suicide is not a call for help and the failed attempts are not
failures. They are practice sessions to insure that when the time comes
and the right mixture is found that it will have the perfect
effect/affect -- it has become the a hard Science combinding proper
elements. It has, unfortunately become true M.A.D.ness = Mathematics of
the African Diaspora. That would be the North American obsession with
the crossing, the passing, the otherside, what most humans call simply
death. For it is in death, we are taught, once by this physical and now
metaphysical slavemaster and now by each other that we truely achieve
rest, perfection, peace and blessings and sometimes greatness.

Of course we have the right to sing the Blues. But I'm afraid that it
has been optioned and copyrighted for pub houses and biker soundtracks.
But so has every diasporic invention of art.
So that would make anyone sad or as Rod Serling once wrote a line in
"Requiem for a Heavyweight", "don't it just make you want to lay down
and die." ...or can it Bee, as Lauryn Hill once wrote, "Die for me/you
said you'd die for me/live for me/why don't you live for me".
The future is ours if we remain what Marcus Garvey once called "The
Nation" and we truely believe -- in each other = the original peoples,
with all our faults; cease to submit to the effects of
hypocrites/munafiquns in this "demented America".

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