Petition for Value

When I was 19 years old, I petitioned the leaders for an inclusive educational program to orientate me towards myself. I wasn’t qualified to make a request for such a program, but I tried anyway. I was just a student from Ballou Senior High which some say, was the worst school in DC at the time. If I told them, that my only qualification was that I was called to this world before I swam like a fish in my mother’s womb, ah, that wouldn’t have gone over too well.  My orientation in America has always been from slavery to civil rights and because of that approved historical approach; I am looked upon as having less value.

Before the age of seven I saw four men shot to death. Their lives had value, but in a community under assault since the founding of the country, that value is still a national topic. My elders and I have marched to be recognized and to have God given freedoms in this country, like to sit at a lunch counter, vote and pursue a life of full equality. Yet, we come from a community where everyone knows someone who has died from the devastating killer, AIDS. It’s a community where you know several people serving jail terms. In our community mothers cry and bury their sons in massive numbers. In this 400 hundred year old fight, we still feel we must remind people that “Black Lives Matter.”

I petitioned the leaders and asked, “Is there an orientation other than the plantation that has value?” What can we teach ourselves and the world about the children of Africa that has value? Ancestral value of any kind seems to be the missing narrative. I am a historical enthusiast by nature. So, I went to the “Book of Records”, and sought the beginning — and in the ancient testimonial account I saw the value of all the nations created by God. Even today you read about Shem’s children and Japheth’s children, and you see them today on and off the screen having great wealth. But where is the narrator that speaks of Ham’s children?

We read in the books of Shem that the Most High took one from his line and called him His own. We also read in the testimonial accounts that through Shem’s line, “…all the families of the earth will be blessed.” The ancient descendants of Shem has handed us many books as a witness of accounts. It is even written that Jesus comes from the line of Shem.

We know the great value of Japheth’s children. Every President of the United States save one was from the line of Japheth. The empire of Rome and the ancient Greeks are also from the same line. We read in the Bible, “(From these the maritime peoples spread out into their territories by their clans within their nations…)” All of the Bishops of Rome save one are from the line of Japheth. It was the maritime peoples who went forth to explore new worlds, and in that pursuit they brought my ancestors to this hemisphere. This is where the new world starts my value and education as a descendent of Ham — that orientation is a tragedy.

But I petitioned for my value and asked the leaders high and low, “Can you tell me something about my ancestors a thousand years before those ships?”

Ancient testimonial account records, “Japheth… and his sons, for their generations’ forever five great islands, and a great land in the north. But it is cold, and the land of Ham is hot, and the land of Shem is neither hot nor cold, but it is of blended cold and heat.” If you know what happens to you at the beach in the summer, then you know what happened to Ham’s children.

David writes in Psalms, “Israel entered Egypt; Jacob lived as an alien in the land of Ham.”

The ancient prophet Nahum asks, “Are you better than Thebes, situated on the Nile, with water around her? The river was her defense, the waters her wall. Ethiopia and Egypt were her boundless strength; Put and Libya were among her allies.”

I’ve never in my life saw Ethiopia and Egypt having boundless strength as a reinforced image. Where are the narrators that I may tell them of this history and my true value? In the account of Moses it says of Egypt, “But I have raised you up for this very purpose, that I might show you my power and that my name might be proclaimed in all the earth.”

I had to read it again, God said, “… I have raised you up for this very purpose…” This was told to the nation in the hot land. Shall we show that orientation – that all of earth’s nations have truly played a wonderful part of this existence? Shall we teach our children some uplifting truth to go along with the depressing stories of oppression? Then we won’t need to tell them that “Black Lives Matter”– they would already know? I petitioned for my value and the leader’s hands were tied, but I sought and found the best historical references concerning my ancestors. I was astonished but elevated as I discovered lands rich with love, rich in gold, great in power and full of good morals — and hot with a blazing sun.

Lessons from Strange Places: Ants

Photo of Ants climbing a treeI went to visit one of my elders and she said, “I was thinking about you, and how you used to play with those ants. They used to bite the hell out of us. I mean, they would tear us up — but they never bit you.”

Now, I don’t know if that’s entirely true. They may have bitten me now and then, but it was the lessons I received as a child from the ants, and our amazing conversations that stuck with me throughout my whole life.

Another elder said, “We use to go in the house and watch out the window as you talked to those ants like they were real people.”

I thought to myself, “Yes, this is true.” I am not one who understands language patterning and how they seem flawless when understood, but I felt like I understood their communication. I was absolutely fascinated with them.

I believe it was because of them that I got one of my nicknames, “Dirt”, which is short for Dirtdriver. Day in and day out I would dig for them, watch them, and when the soldier ants came for me, I picked them up, harassed them, and then put them down only to watch them fight one another. I would feverishly search trees and dig big ditches. When I found them, I would disrupt their work and watch them create new routes. I watched them solve problems created by me. I watched their organizational skills and their ability to modify habitats. I couldn’t get enough, it was one of the best times of my young life, and it didn’t matter rain or shine, I would search and dig. I looked like I dived in a pool, full of dirt. My hair and my socks saturated with mud and dirt. This happened all before I received my first gun. This happened all before I knew I was watching a highly organized insect. I remember, a dear older cousin, who has since lost his life, to gun violence, asked,

“How is it possible for you to be that dirty? Man, how do dirt get in your ears, your eyebrows and all over your face?”

The ant was my friend, and as a child, that thought alone was wonderful. I wanted to be with them so much so, that I asked my mother if I could make an Ant Farm, and without hesitation, she said, “Yes.” I got all the materials together. I found two clear glass bottles, dirt, leaves, potato chips and Now and Later candy – because I was sure they liked the same snacks as I liked. This experiment wasn’t as fun and the ants seemed to move slower. I didn’t know if they needed air or other elements from outside, so I returned the ants to the tree.

Being a child is a very interesting and wonderful process. It is pure ignorance left open to interpretation. It is at this stage I began to process information and images, about culture, about customs, and about beliefs I didn’t fully understand.  The 4th of July holiday tradition was one that I celebrated with fervor. I couldn’t wait to get several packs of firecrackers, fountains, sparklers, smoke and snakes. This year we celebrated the 4th for four days due to rain. We were celebrating victory over England’s oppression. Frederick Douglass asked, “What have I, or those I represent, to do with your national independence?” As a child the ideals of those who don’t care wash off your back like shower water and the images and information seem minute. But, when I got old enough to understand, I was totally confused. Because we don’t pop one firecracker for the day our ancestors were freed from slavery.

Excessive images and misguided information can bring anxiety to the mind, but the ant became my comfort. I was able to process and believe in what I saw. And I saw them work as a unified entity. Also, another comfort was the introduction of the Lord Christ. It was the ants and the song, “Jesus Loves Me,” that provided some of the greatest lessons and the most comfort.   As a child, I was taught that Jesus loved me, but I was never told of his childhood.

Have you ever wondered about the Lord Jesus’ youth? Those years of his youth are not so clear. As I got older, I thought about it, and wondered, did he throw rocks like the boys in my neighborhood? Did he sit down under shelter in a bad rain and lightening storm? Did he watch ants and play in the field before he took up his station? What we do know, when he was a babe and suckling, Joseph was told to take him to Egypt.

It is written, “…Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I bring thee word: for Herod will seek the young child to destroy him.”

As a child he went to Egypt for shelter, but did he know the danger or was it a wonderful childhood experience like going to Disney World, for at that time Egypt was still one of the greatest nations the world had ever seen.

It was also written, “And when he became twelve years old, they went up to Jerusalem after the custom of the feast. And when they had fulfilled the days, as they returned, the child Jesus tarried behind in Jerusalem, and Joseph and his mother knew not of it.” It goes on to say after three days they found him.

The historical record concerning Jesus’ youth and his young adult years are almost blank, leaving you to wonder. Those years practically in his youth are of great interest, because it is those years he learned about whom, what, where, when, and most importantly about his earthly lot and human cast.

This is when he was taught about the Passover, about carpentry, about Moses, about Joseph, and David. In these years my Jewish friends learn about their history, my Christian friends learn about their European history and my Mexican friends are taught about Cinco de Mayo, with flag in tow. I am taught about slavery, oppression, poverty and the sniper that killed the Blessed, Martin Luther King, Jr.  Who is responsible for teaching such knowledge and images?

No matter what, the Ant taught me lessons that no man can take from me. The record will reflect that as the ant, I work feverishly as if I am building Egypt with a purpose.

It is written, “Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise: Which having no guide, overseer, or ruler, provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest.” This is the lesson, I learned from a super insect of the earth, while the humans were silent.