HAILE SELASSIE’S TRIUMPHAL ENTRY INTO JAMAICA Pt. 3

         HAILE SELASSIE’S TRIUMPHAL ENTRY INTO JAMAICA 

                                  BY NZINGA NZINGA

Part 3

On that joyful reunion with His people on His own Ethiopian soil when He returned from exile on May 5, 1941, His Imperial Majesty told His people that no human lips could express the thankfulness which He felt to the merciful God who had enabled Him to stand in their midst on that day. 

 Likewise on this occasion in Jamaica, no one could then or can even now do justice in conveying the sense of joyous triumph experienced by the Rastas in seeing their vast multitude, the like unseen before in Jamaica, which turned out for the occasion, clutching the knowledge that today they were a major and intrinsic part of their history in the making. Tomorrow they could return to the stark dread oppression of their daily lives, but today was theirs with which to ‘lively’ up themselves in the name of their Lord, Jah Rastafari. It was Black man’s redemption time! Today was a new day. It was a Rastafari day when positive Rastaman vibrations and nat’ral mystic filled the air and prevailed in Jamdown!

 

It was a mixed multitude of Rastafarians combined with those who were not of the faith. No one on earth can adequately capture in words or on screen the ecstasy, the raw joy, the quintessence of happiness, the free flow of exhilaration and excitement, the heights of appreciation, gratitude and confidence that emanated from the Rastas who exulted in the reality of the presence of their Lion of Judah, their Lily of the valley and their Bright and Morning Star, Jah Rastafari!  Let Bob Marley express the Hamitic wonder of Jah Rastafari:

♪♪ Noah had three sons, Ham, Shem and Japheth

And in Ham is known to be the prophet.

Glory to Jah the prophet is come…

Rastafari is His name. Rastafari is His name. ♪♪  

It was a Holy Day, a new day, a day of rejoicing and thanksgiving for Rastas.  Listen to the words of Bob Marley, composed some years later, which could describe with understanding to a great extent, the glory of that special holy day of royal advent:

♪♪ Rastaman vibrations, yeah positive…

Make way for the positive day

‘Cause it’s a new day.

And if it’s a new feeling

Give us a new feeling  

Give us a new feeling. It’s a new sign

Oh! What a new day.

Picking up? Are you picking up, now?

Jah love! Jah love! Jah love! Vibration…♪♪

                   Bob Marley…Rastaman Vibrations.      

Some 2000 years ago, while his disciples watched steadfastly, Jesus disappeared from the scene. He ‘was taken up; and a cloud received him out of their sight’ (Acts 1:9). It is not a simple thing for a Rasta man, woman or child, much less a multitude of Rastas of all descriptions to remain tranquil and watch that big, silver iron bird with that well-known and well-loved emblem of the Lion of Judah and those three cherished colours-in-combination, the red, the gold and the green, descending, dropping, dropping down from out of the sky above.

For some, the words of Acts 1:11 must have stirred in their memory:

…… Ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up into heaven? This same Jesus which is taken up from you into heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye have seen him go into heaven.   Acts 1:11.

For them the Book was being fulfilled in that their Almighty Jah was returning to them from out of the heavens as promised some 2000 years ago by two men in white apparel, even though he was not returning a lone figure borne by a cloud, but descending out of the clouds in a man-made bird in line with modern science and technology. It is no joke matter to gaze up into heaven with trembling heart quaking with love and adoration, knowing that that descending silver bird bears the precious temporal temple of the Lion of Judah. Is a serious ting!

It is beyond belief that after years of shouting: “Jah Rastafari! Selassie I!” the very One-and-Only is about to touch down and dwell among His own beloved people, close enough and long enough, to behold His glory, these His people, who, without ever having seen Him in the flesh, loved Him:

…Whom having not seen, ye loved, in whom, though now ye see him not, yet believing, ye rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory. 1 Peter 1:8.

In but a little while and He would walk among His people, who, without any orders or encouragement from the powers-that-be, were moved by faith to adore Him even without ever having cast eyes on Him:

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen … Hebrews 11:1.

Some six years before, on January 21, 1960, when His Majesty formally accepted the title, Defender of the Faith, in Ethiopia, He quoted His most wise ancestor thus:

“As Solomon says, physical distance cannot be a barrier to love. Likewise, the distances among your respective countries have been abolished by the proximity of your hearts.”

How far from Jamaica is Ethiopia? How far from Ethiopia is Jamaica? 

The theocratic love Rastas have for His Majesty does not recognise seemingly insurmountable geographical barriers. The act of loving and giving thanks and praises to Jah Rastafari from a great physical distance, from Jamaica to His and their continent of Africa, has earned for Rastas some hard political, social, economic and cultural knocks in the land of their birth. But ‘Glory to Jah, Jah Jah lives! Children, yeah, Jah Jah lives!’ And they are in His image. In His own image created He them:

“Behold, what manner of love the Father has bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God: therefore the world knoweth us not, because it knew him not. Behold, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is …” 1 John 3:1-2

The sound of voices raised in welcoming His Majesty “is like the roar of ten thousand lions”, said one non-Rasta commentator with unerring accuracy. Behold how Jah Jah children sing hosannas to their God and King!

♪♪ Haile Selassie is our God and King

Haile Selassie is our God and King

Haile Selassie is our God and King

Oh, Rastafari, oh! ♪♪

The volume swells as they who were with Him from the beginning bear testimony to His divine power:

♪♪ The Lion of Judah shall break every chain

The Lion of Judah shall break every chain

The Lion of Judah shall break every chain

And give us some victory again and again.

The Conquering Lion shall break every chain

The Conquering Lion shall break every chain

The Conquering Lion shall break every chain

And give us some victory again and again. ♪♪

The voices seem to chant the sentiments of Psalm 34:3:

“O, magnify the Lord with me and let us exalt his name together.”

Sons & Daughters of Africa, all the overt discrimination, the abuse, dehumanising, privation, mockery, name-calling, humiliation, the stigmatisation, derision, all the wrongs and injustice that Rastas suffered in their island, were psychologically vindicated by virtue of that one act of the majestic appearance and triumphal entry of their Emperor Haile Selassie I, their gracious and noble King.

Our leaders and national guides had taught us to sing with awe, pride and reverence, the following national anthem of Britain as if it were our own:

♪♪ God save our gracious Queen,

Long live our noble Queen.

God save our Queen.

Send her victorious. 

Happy and glorious,

Long to reign over us,

God save our Queen. ♪♪

And now behold, those early years of standing, often under the burning sun, to mouth those meaningless, fulsome, platitudinous colonial sentiments and lies in an alien national anthem anent an alien white monarch, were finally and totally vindicated and erased by the triumphal arrival into Jamaica of our own gracious and noble black African King, straight out of the Holy Bible, a descendant of Abraham. Isaac, Jacob, King David, King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba, and seen by many as Jesus Christ, His Imperial Majesty Emperor Haile Selassie I of Ethiopia, King of Kings, Lords of Lords, Conquering Lion of the Tribe of Judah, Elect of God, Defender of the Faith and Light of this World. Not only was this personage from among our brethren, and no stranger, but our own bona fide African brethren, born and bred on the continent of Africa and in addition to that, God Almighty Creator Himself!

Rastafari Idren and Sistren, children of the Higher Man, let us ‘rejoice with joy unspeakable’ that Jah Rastafari lives! Selassie I. Selah and Amen.

  The End

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HOMAGE TO THE ANCIENT RASTA Pt. 6

HOMAGE TO THE ANCIENT RASTA  

By Nzinga Nzinga

To Morgan Heritage, children of Denroy Morgan (Black Eagles). It is their song which provided the theme of this tribute to the Ancient Rastas Also to their father, Denroy, whom I had the honour of meeting in Jamaica. Brother Denroy, I have enjoyed your songs tremendously. Blessed love!

Morgan Heritage & Dad

♪♪Could you live thru what the ancient Rasta lived thru?       

 Would you hold on to your faith if you’d been thru what they’ve been thru? ♪♪--

Could You Live Thru? Morgan Heritage

Denroy Morgan

Part 6

Tribute to the Ancients for surviving the game

      Therefore all they that devour thee shall be devoured; and all thine adversaries, every one of them, shall go into captivity; and they that spoil thee shall be a spoil, and all that prey upon thee will I give for a prey. For I will restore health unto thee, and I will heal thee of thy wounds, saith the Lord because they called thee an outcast…Jer. 30:16-17

    Their children also shall be as aforetime, and their congregation shall be established before me, and I will punish all that oppress them. And their nobles shall be of themselves, and their governors shall proceed from the midst of them; and I will cause him to draw near, and he shall approach unto me: for who is this that engaged his heart to approach unto me? Saith the Lord. And ye shall be my people and I will be your God. Jer. 30:20-22

Burning Spear

The ancient Rastas chanted their message of our African connection to the accompaniment of African drums but it was kept within the borders of its original home, Jamaica. It took the flair, the flamboyancy of the younger Rastas and the electronic medium to noise and spread it abroad. The ancient Rasta singers and musicians were not paid for their artistry. It was the modern Rasta artists who eventually learnt the ways of the world and the marketplace and how to market their talent to become big earners.

Time has proved even in the Rasta camp that economic reality is a great, if not the greatest, motivator.

“Rastafari has trod through two major cycles in the movement’s history… From 1930-1960 the elders brought forth Glory to Word and the Rasta vision was proclaimed. From 1966 onward the seers of second cycle spread the sound on the air-waves across the globe – Glory to Sound. Bob Marley, Burning Spear and other players and minstrels internationalised InI movement. Now at the twilight of the age, the third cycle is at hand –Glory to Power.” Dr. Ikael Tafari, Rastafari in Transition, Barbados Rastafari Summit, July 1998, in Rastafari Speaks, vol.1, Spring ’02.

Homage to the ELDER RASTAS:

“Nobody knows the troubles you’ve seen

Nobody knows the trauma.

Nobody knows the troubles you’ve had

Nobody but the Ancestors.

Nobody knows the troubles you’ve been through

Nobody but the God of Africa.” Author’s parody

There are those who perished at the hands of the agents of the blood sucking ‘vampire’ Babylon system in which they found themselves. The ancient Rastaman was subjected to many brutal acts because they refused to let the system change or rearrange them. Rastas survived the catastrophic and humiliating overthrow, arrest, imprisonment, dethronement and the low profile non-verifiable report of the alleged death of their divine Lion of Judah, Jah Rastafari.

They did not and still do not accept the death of their ever-living God but they accepted His disappearance from the scene. Listen to this Bob Marley’s special:

♪♪Jah live! children yeah!/Jah-Jah live! children yeah
Jah live! children yeah/Jah-Jah live! children yeah, Jah!
Fools sayin' in their heart/Rasta your God is dead
But I and I know Jah! Jah!/Dreaded it shall be dreaded and dread
Jah live! children yeah!/Jah-Jah live! children yeah
Jah live! children yeah/Jah-Jah live! children yeah
Let Jah a-rise!/Now that the enemies are scattered
Let Jah a-rise!/The enemies, the enemies are scattered
Jah-Jah live! children yeah, Jah! ♪♪ Bob Marley

At this stage, let me invite our inimitable and illustrious ancestor Bob Marley to ‘lively up’ this piece of Rasta writin’: ‘with melodies pure and sweet’ in true tribute to the Ancient Rastas:

Bob Marley

♪♪ We refuse to be what you wanted us to be. We are what we are. That’s the way it’s going to be. Babylon system is the vampire, suckin’ the children day by day. Babylon system is the vampire, suckin’ the blood of the sufferers; building church and university; deceivin’ the people continually. Come on and tell the children the truth.♪♪

Thank you, Bob for telling the truth.

Yes, Elders, you have told and continue to tell the children the truth in spite of the many distracting, deceptive and misleading forces surrounding, attracting, distracting and influencing them. One of the most powerful truths that you have told us is that although we have outgrown physical slavery, our minds are still enslaved to the thinking of the so-called Master Race. In other words, we still worship at the shrine of white supremacy. In other words, we are still mentally enslaved and we are slow in emancipating ourselves from this mental slavery. It is only we ourselves who can free our minds. That more of us do not heed, cannot be blamed on you.

You are our strength when we’re feeling weak.

When you think of the many cruel things done to the ancient Rastas, the Rasta Family should have become extinct, but somehow, ‘something strong inside’ has made them survive and imbued their hearts with a spiritual understanding despite all the oppression heaped on them. Hail to the strength of our Rasta Idren and Sistren Elders! Hail to the indomitable spirit of all Black survivors!

That we were taken and held in captivity in the West against our will is just a natural process of the strong enslaving the weak. Ignoble white racism, which spawned the slavery and the colonial experience unleashed on my people, provided the ‘dread’ crucible in which was forged the formidable and amazing strength of Black Survival. Rasta Idren of today, could you live thru what the ancient Rastas lived thru? Could you survive the troubles they survived? Could I? Could you? Think about it.

What better way to sign off my tribute to the Ancient Rasta Idren and Sistren than with this chopped-up version of that magnificent magnificat  African-Rasta-Reggae psalm of Black Survival by Bob Marley to this special band of survivors, our Ancient Rastas Survivors? Here goes:

Bob Marley

♪♪ How can you be sitting there, telling me that you care? When every time I look around, the people suffering in every way, in everywhere?  We’re the survivors, yes, the black survivors! Some people got facts & claims. Some people got pride & shame. Some people got plots & schemes. Some people got no sin it seems!  We’re the survivors like Shadrach, Meshach & Abednego, thrown in the fire. In this age of technological inhumanity, scientific atrocity, atomic mis-philosophy, nuclear mis-energy. It’s a world that forces lifelong insecurity.  We’re the survivors, yes, the Black survivors!  A good man is never honoured in his own country. Nothing change, nothing strange. We’ve got to survive y’all! ♪♪ -- Black Survival  by Bob Marley.

How I relish the appropriateness of these words of my darling Bob: “In this age of technological inhumanity, scientific atrocity, atomic mis-philosophy, nuclear mis-energy.”

Go deh, timeless Rasta Bob! Go deh! We salute you, young Ancestor!

Wonderful, Beautiful Rasta Idren.

Ancient Rastas, Ancestral Rastas, at home or abroad, alive or no longer on this physical plane, we humbly salute, venerate, eulogize and celebrate you with the greatest respect, the highest  esteem, honour, admiration, appreciation and one blessed love! One God, One Aim, One Destiny! Haile Selassie1! Rest Faithful Ones with Jah Rastafari! Ever Living, Ever Faithful, Ever True!

                                        
 THE END

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HOMAGE TO THE ANCIENT RASTA. PT. 5

                              HOMAGE TO THE ANCIENT RASTA 

                                           By NZINGA NZINGA

To Morgan Heritage, children of Denroy Morgan (Black Eagles). It is their song which provided the theme of this tribute to the Ancient Rasta. Also to their father, Denroy, whom I had the honour of meeting in Jamaica. Brother Denroy, I have enjoyed your songs tremendously. Blessed love.

                               

Part 5

   

 

                                        ♪♪Could you live thru what the ancient Rasta lived  thru? Would you hold on to your faith 

if you’d been thru what they’ve been thru? ♪♪-

                  Could You Live Thru’? Morgan Heritage

The ancient Rastas were proud of their race, their colour and their hair. They were determined to stand on their own feet and be supported by their own backbone. The ancient Rastas were walking in Garvey’s moccasins and reaping upon their heavy dreadlocked heads, all the chagrin, acrimony, persecution and calumny that Marcus reaped upon his bald head. Worse, they went one step further and named a name of One whom they worshipped as God. Even worse, this God was not from the royal white dynasty of Windsor, England-in-Europe, but from the royal black Solomonic dynasty of Ethiopia-in-Africa.

Can any good thing come out of Africa? Jamaican authority, lackey of England, didn’t think so.

They didn’t like it one bit so they used inconsequential means of incarcerating Rastas for silly reasons like possession of a herb they considered their sacrament. In prison the Rasta man was shorn of his locks. The law enforcers delighted in shaving the Rastaman of his locks. Rastas of today, would you have held on to your faith if you’d been thru what the ancient Rasta man went thru? Could you?

 

Ancient Rastas, you were my voice when I couldn’t speak. Even before I was a twinkle in the eyes of my mother and father, you were speaking for me. Even though the powers-that-be tried to gag you, you were proclaiming such powerful sounds which the powers-that-be considered blasphemies and heresies. Such like ‘Ethiopia, the land of our fathers’, ‘Africa is the black man’s home!’ and ‘Jah Rastafari!’ ‘Hear the words of the Rastaman say, “Babylon, you trone gone down”.

“Shoot first and ask questions after (later)” was the injunction of one black national leader. The black officer at the end of the gun ‘was only carrying out orders’ when he fired on his innocent Rasta kith and kin. That’s what they all say – on the Judgement at Nuremberg, at The Hague, at the Truth & Reconciliation Committee in South Africa and anywhere non-emancipated minds cannot find the courage of a Mohammed Ali to say ‘no!’ to senseless killings whether in war or in civil confrontation. Rasta people of today, would you have held on to your faith if you’d been faced with what the ancient Rastas were faced? Could you?

I can hear the faithful ancients chanting:

“If we have forgotten the name of our God, or stretched out our hands to a strange god; Shall not God search this out? For he knoweth the secrets of the heart.” Psalm 44:20-21.

The fact that Rastafari has reached this far symbolises the indomitable spirit of the ancient Rastas who held on to their struggle for the right to their racial identity and to their chosen ‘livity’ (lifestyle). They did not wallow in self pity. They were not disturbing the country in protests. They were not begging, cringing, grovelling and petitioning the stone-hearted and insensitive authority and the church for help. They were aware that in their powerless situation they were akin to chickens in a vulpine court consisting of vulpine judges, vulpine prosecutors and even some of their own Legal Aid lawyers would be like foxes.

There was so much injustice meted out to the ancient Rastas. No one in

power made any overtures to them until Prime Minister Norman Manley made a token gesture and three highly reputed non-Rasta intellectuals in the system tendered a report on this little token which was to become the watershed and acceptable terms of reference of all intellectual Rasta literature from academia. However, no action came out of this entire academic and governmental hullabaloo, brouhaha, much-ado-about-little, so it never got past the archives where it is referred to by intellectuals ad nauseam.

Mortimer Planno

Leonard Howell

Rastaman of today, would you have held on to your faith if you’d been thru what the Ancient Rastaman been thru? Could you? 

Let us not forget Leonard Howell and Mortimer Planno for their immense contribution to Rastafari.

Let us salute all of you who have made the early sacrifices so that we who come after can be because you were. Selassie I Jah Rastafari!!


To be continued

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HOMAGE TO THE ANCIENT RASTA PT 4

HOMAGE TO THE ANCIENT RASTA

By Nzinga Nzinga

To Morgan Heritage, children of Denroy Morgan (Black Eagles). It is their song which provided the theme of this tribute to the Ancient Rastas Also to their father, Denroy, whom I had the honour of meeting in Jamaica. Brother Denroy, I have enjoyed your songs tremendously. Blessed love!

♪♪Could you live thru what the ancient Rasta lived  thru?         

                            Would you hold on to your faith if you’d been thru what they’ve been thru? ♪♪--Could You Live Thru’? Morgan Heritage

Part 4 

Critical role of Rastas

How many of us really realize the critical role Rastas have played in awakening black people globally to consciousness of their African ancestry, especially through Reggae songs? Rastas are rewriting African (black man) history from the perspective of the global African man who is not ashamed to be black or to align his sentiments with the continent of black people. They are doing so without apology and without seeking rhe approval of white supreme racists and their own black detractors. They are doing so even in the face of little or no encouragement from continental Africans.

They try to unlie the lying propaganda that the white racist media and foes of African

development continually broadcast about us, our continent and our so-called ‘non-history’. Rastas are disengaging from European fulsome and self- aggrandising history, the marginal history they have allotted to Africans, in such a simple straightforward manner, that even the unschooled can understand what they are saying. Rastas realized that Europeans in denying us our true history, had notched and niched us into their self-proclaimed illustrious history in a most distorted, demeaning, humiliating and untenable way.

‘It is interesting that in the past, the privileged Jamaican scholars had not written any really simple account of African history dating back to 4,000,000 years but rather focus on colonial history as if we had nothing going for us historically before then.’

The reworking of African history is left to the Rastas after Marcus Garvey. It took Walter Rodney, now an ancestor, to make Africans at home and abroad, sit up and take notice of his straightforward and relevant writings of Groundings with my Brothers and How Europe Underdeveloped Africa. Rastas can thank Rodney who moved from his perch in the intellectual galaxy down to the ‘ground’ where the words of his pen could be relevant to the masses, his ‘brothers’. Rodney emphasized that ‘the black intellectual, the black academic must attach himself to the activity of the black masses’.

Rodney (pictured above) was banned from Jamaica, leading to demonstrations and riots. He denounced the Jamaican government as:

“Men who serve the interest of a foreign, white capitalist system and at home they uphold  a social structure which ensures that the black man resides at the bottom of the social ladder.They do not want anybody to challenge their myth about ‘Out of Many, One People.’” Groundings with my Brothers by Walter Rodney.

  

Kwame Toure aka Stokely Carmichae

He pointed out. that the Jamaican government not only banned people like Stokely Carmichael from coming to the country but also banned all publications by Malcolm X.

Thanks and  praises to you, brother Walter Rodney, African from Guyana in the Caribbean, whether for awakening, enlightening or heightening many black folks to our history via your powerful truths and your attachment to the masses in Africa and the Caribbean. 

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2. June 13, 1980 Walter Rodney, Assassinated

Our Caribbean learned people have an unfortunate way of identifying our positive revolutionaries and prophets. What we have learnt about our illustrious past, we owe primarily to our African-American kith & kin who do not mince words or write in such abstruse and oblique intellectual jargon. They also write for a wider international African readership. I ask myself time and time again, how is it that learned Caribbean scholars can publish such obtruse writings for Pan-African oriented Caribbean people who are not too literate? Or are those publications mere academic exercises produced only for the critical eyes of their peers? 

Marcus Garvey

Marcus Garvey, founder of the UNIA and inspiration of the ‘Back to Africa Movement’ was making certain statements that had the world, including Jamaica and its brilliant lawyers, journalists and landowners coming down on him as if he were the grandfather of all terrorists. I am going to include some quotes of Marcus Garvey which tally with the teachings of the ancient Rastas. All these quotes are from his Philosophy and Opinion. Garvey was saying simple, undeniable, breathtaking and world-shaking truths like:

“The power that holds down Africa is not divine or demonic. The power that holds Africa is human, and it is recognised that what man has done, man can do. An essential part of one’s education is to know the identity of one’s enemy. Know him and then you will know what you are up against.”

Blackman's Flag

Tarrus Riley 

“It’s Black man’s redemption time!”

“He, the white man, is our problem so it is a waste of time and a contradiction to sit down with him in his conferences to get him off your back.”

“No one can govern another’s house as well as himself. Africa is the legitimate, moral and righteous home of all black people and it is our duty to rouse every black person at home and abroad to a consciousness of himself as an African.”

“In a world of wolves, one should go armed, and one of the most powerful defensive weapons within the reach of Negroes is the practice of race first in all parts of the world.” 

 “Any black leaders who organise in the West for the cause of black liberty without bearing their compass point towards Africa, without beaming on Africa, without focusing on Africa, are turning in the wrong direction. We must let Africa be our guiding star, our star of destiny.”

“No longer must our Race look to Whites for guidance and leadership; who best can interpret the anguish and needs of our people but a Negro? This Organization under God will thrive without the demoralizing effect of existing off the charity of Whites.”

 “African, Be Yourself! Take down the pictures of white women from your walls. Elevate your own women to that honour. They are for the most part the burden-bearers of the Race. Mothers! Give your children dolls that look like them to play with and cuddle. They will learn as they grow older to love and care for their own children, and not neglect them. Men and women, God made us as his perfect creation. He made no mistake when he made us black with kinky hair. It was Divine Purpose for us to live in our natural habitat – the tropical zones of the earth. Forget the white man’s banter that he made us in the night and forgot to paint us white. That we were brought here against our will is just a natural process of the strong enslaving the weak. We have outgrown slavery, but our minds are still enslaved to the thinking of the Master Race. Now take these kinks out of your mind, instead of out of your hair."

“You are capable of all that is common to men of other Races, so let us start now to build big business, commerce, industry and eventually a nation of our own to protect us wherever we chose (sic) to live. A Beggar-Race can never be respected. Stop begging for jobs, and create your own. Look around you and wherever you see the need for factories and business, supply it. Stop begging for a chance, make it yourself. Remember God helps those who help themselves.”

 “Wake up Ethiopia! Wake up Africa! Let us work towards the one glorious end of a free, redeemed and mighty nation. Let Africa be a bright star among the constellation of nations.” 

“No race can develop, no race can evolve unless it is standing on its own feet, and is supported by its own backbone.”  

Philosophy & Opinion of Marcus Garvey.

Oh, My God, what salutary words of wisdom for black people! What power! No wonder the foes of African redemption and rehabilitation hated Our Uncle Marcus Garvey so virulently! It is said that he is stIll the most hated black person in the world. I rejoice that we, he and I, are related. How? Forensically speaking, we share the same DNA! The DNA of people of African descent! What an intelligent brother! No wonder he is indisputably regarded globally as the Prophet of Africa! He has no equal! Go deh, Uncle Marcus! We love, respect, salute and honour you all the way! Go deh, Black Tiger!

  To be continued.

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