Monday, November 22, 2010

"It Must've Been Bad"


Rachel Hope Lyness
November 2010
US History: Conflict/Consensus
Slavery Essay
  
 The following images invoked a slave to not foresee the injustice but only to feel numb to the insensitivity of being human. The institution will be uncovered through the depths and drag out the hypocrisy of master and slave. Numb responses were the reaction to the emotional, physical, and spiritual treatment day to day. There was no assertion of control whatsoever to lead a humane life. I am conveying this through image and illustration of how man was so despicably treated.
The majority of slaves didn’t know who their families were, their real names, the city they were from or their own age. This shows the master’s had many responsibilities to their cruelty and what they believed to be humane. For example, maintaining very restrictive brainwashing (in ways unimaginable), and preventing his slaves from gaining anything at all for himself. Along with the common knowledge people know about slave/master relationships today, annihilating his slaves with whips, chains, rope and more (which is much more gruesome than what people who think it “must’ve been bad” ever thought). Slavery was not distinguished, it was exactly how life was, is, and is to come.

From the perspective of a slave, life was lived trying to survive daily. It was seen as being very dishonorable even among the owners to feed your slaves minimal amounts and still most did. Scars, dried blood, deep wounds and open lacerations were ignored by anyone who came within distance to see the feebleness it caused. It was only common and acceptable to boast about your master whether he resembled the devil or wasn’t as cruel. There were spies in the work area, the act of trying to be fortunate in society, which did their job corporately at brainwashing the entire slave trade. 

The response of the slaves was fear because they were usually degraded from not knowing what was going to be acceptable to their master from moment to moment. They often felt incapacitated as life was a machine by which everything completed was somehow not earned once done. Even masters that weren’t as harsh wouldn’t dare congratulate a slave for a single effort, and usually again sought for a reason to discipline. “A mere look, word, or motion,- a mistake, accident, or want of power,- are all matters for which a slave may be whipped at any time.” (Douglass 69) These images invoked a slave to not foresee the injustice but only to feel numb to the insensitivity of being human.

The authority given to a slave meant less than the mere choice to knowingly rebel for a whipping. The authority given to a slave meant less than to get out of bed or whether to do work that day. Masters took advantage of any strength preserved after torturous violence that they speculated as a victory. As the master’s considered themselves doing God’s work such as, “Slaves obey your earthly master’s with respect and fear, and with sincerity of heart, just as you would obey Christ.” (Ephesians 6:5)
This environment of enforcement was not only left up to the whips and chains of punishment but it also forever lingered mind sickness, cunning curiosity of anything different, and of God.

The societies where slavery was legal were extremely hypocritical, so hypocritical that they acknowledged hypocrisy a very dishonorable sin in their own eyes. The guilt never wore them out though, not in Frederick Douglass’s time as a slave. His perspective as a slave differed than what would have been most common among them as they worked morning until night, between the whippings, in silence left to their thoughts. Whether they be correct or incorrect their entire livelihood, according to the Bible (which ‘centered’ in the lives of some slave owners), or according to science, their rights, their real mothers name, or their hope. 

The institution of slavery controlled the lives of the slaves as they continued to be uneducated, with no liberties, raised to not feel but only on the flesh, and incomplete sanctity of human life. “...instead of spending the Sabbath wrestling, boxing, and drinking whisky, we were trying to learn how to read the will of God; for they had much rather see us engaged in those degrading sports, than to see us behaving like intellectual, moral, and accountable beings.” (Douglass 71) This expresses the core foundation of the institution’s mockery of how we are to love one another. It also belittles the value to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. In spite of reconciling differences of man, the cycle of slavery deadened the hearts of generations.

“For who is greater, the one who is at the table or the one who serves? Is it not the one who is at the table? But I among you as one who serves.”(Luke 22:27) As America was more recently granted freedom of religion and interpretation of the bible during that time, it was interpreted incorrectly. This verse should have spoken out among them from the New testament, Jesus’ words. He puts His name as the servant, and they assumed they were treating Christ with reverence? It is by great wonder I will now go on living understanding the route from a slaves heart into freedom and then accepting Christ. It is the reason of forgiveness that they are truly free. 

Monday, October 18, 2010

I don't I do

Writers block can be good. Its has left me purely reflective and able to calculate why my spirit is different after time has gone by. Sort of a no brainer if you know the Lord, you know He transforms lives and rocks. It's always good to reflect on what God has called me to GIVE UP to Him, and of course, the work He's done entirely on His own. Also to analyze the time it has taken for my slow self to get here. (Slow ass). How many times did God call me to quit pursuing my own dreams in high school? How many times did He tell me to wait for Him before I created my own mess? I can learn from this. So I jotted down 'the past,' which defines my old life and rugged heart- pretty detailed (you can imagine the rest, I bet I did it). The past is mostly out of the way, although occasionally I can get tempted by a few of the listed items. I don't Have to write a disclaimer- but I will quick. . *I am no better than anyone who currently does these things. Deal with your own conviction. Also, I am not saying every item is considered a 'sin.' This is a list that Was my world. I let the world make me what it does.* Ha. Ok. "The present" is a shorter list because if you notice, these things are written less specifically. Struggling with impatience, doubt, distraction, etc is difficult and annoying. The little = sign is not about making this conclude like an Alanis Morrisette song, believe it or not, it shows a couple results of a purer heart, baby. What it is all about. Another warning***This introduction was cooler than what you are about to read. It was more of a personal reflection for my own understanding. Maybe writers block means- "If you MUST write, at least don't Publish it on the world wide web."
The past


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I don't always have something to say
I don't dwell on my own dreams
I don't look behind on pain caused by others
I don't convince myself of lies
I don't escape to the extreme
I don't try hard at things that do not matter
I don't have all the freshest music
I don't wear makeup most days
I don't rely on others for my self-worth 
I don't make fun of people
I don't blind myself to people's character
I don't do drugs
I don't isolate myself 
I don't drink alone
I don't get wasted, whatsoever
I don't rely on music to tell me how I feel
I don't read books to escape, but to arrive
I don't read books to know more, to argue more, to pretend
I don't plan my life precisely
I don't ignore my choices
I don't give my heart away for free
I don't leave church aching when I go
I don't accept my own ignorance
I don't think I'm right, even about myself
I don't blind myself to convictions
I don't take pictures of myself 
I don't talk to men that are not lovers of Christ, unless I am witnessing
I don't fake
I don't let my heart not forgive 
I don't forget to communicate with those I love.
Presently 

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(Not that the above picture symbolizes a "pure heart" I chose it I think because I was not drunk or intoxicated, yet instead 'feelin good, feelin free in my life presently). 
I do lose my patience
I do waste time, a lot
I do things without a kind heart
I do make excuses
I do lose sight
I do not always take care of myself well
I do give up easily
I do doubt
I do daydream 
I do lose hope 
I do lust
I do let envy enter into my heart
I do distract myself and others
I do become proud
I do fail
=
I am experienced but fragile
I am exposed but encouraged
I am a sinner but forgiven
I am given new mercies every morning
I am wide open to my Lord only
I am given grace to see 
He never fails.
One verse in particular comes to mind
'I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.' 
Philippians 1:6

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Lights happen to be on

The world. You can look at my house and tell me who is sleeping. Your world's and all your personalities, the forests' trees and those on your private properties.
It's Not our grace. Don't think it's still a tree,
when you're looking at leaves all over the place.
All over the place, the leaves have now left the tree.
It's not your grace, the world, with the word garbage all over

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Verandah




Memorabilia, cheerio. With no
mention to mend mentality
Disseminate decent propensity.
Instantaneous.
Ironic extrinsic collusion.
Nonsensical, suspiciously identical. Light-headed in
wonder.
Digest the wistfulness; ignore the weather.


Yielding to the inclinations; 
urging to discover ourselves in emphatic 
clarity.
All we know All we let.
Euphoria at the verandah
idiosyncrasy rapt at the verandah.

Juvenile warden of all spare gleam
Urchins to nomad's. One in the same.
Nonsensical clarity didn't blow past me again.
Sincerity swept me to the verandah;
Ripe nostalgia at the verandah.
Infer the weather was a tactic & nothing on this earth could be against love.
Time the ice sheets crumbled.
Love loosened at the verandah.
Lookup aged wine,
no poison no opinion.


Friday, October 1, 2010

The vacuum of His eyes

Maintaining bare in a house full of sounds 
There is no bound to Your mercy 
Retiring the battlefield to the books that charge me for the escapades that don't pay me to listen
This body is a pile of wood
I am ready to hear Your word I am ready to burn for Your food
The leaves have now left the tree, uplift me into the mountains.
You see me righteous 
You don't rest but you count your sheep
Love is Love is Love is You never fail
Mount me Up on your rock, and not upon the sand and clocked. 
Waves will take me 
You will bring Your glory through the clouds
as I
evaporate towards the son.




Thursday, September 30, 2010

Hell

I will wake up
in the dismal modest space
these bewildered men call home,
their mothers home.
Dredfully came across
in the midst of a search,
a guilty exploration.
Misplaced mind.
Then I walk miles, with no direction.
Should have been a sign;
restlessly give-in meanwhile.
A place to sit
supposedly for just a bit.
And hell takes its hit.
While the freezing time is the only thing that does not get lit.
Their mother's home,
these bewildered, half-rags call home.
Graphic tv screens,
Feeling taken over by their unforeseen vaccines.
Breathing stale
this room is a mix.
Everyone profoundly hating everyone just because of their attendence too; and
all at once holding our dead end fixture.
My mind clutches;
and now I suffer the pictures.
Accents stiffen my position.
Each mumble incisive,
sharper and sharper
when my teeth buckle down
I dream of demolition.
Laced to a chain inside,
filthy hearts allied.
"Can I go outside?"
"Can I get the hell outside?"
No clock to stare deep in the eye.
Mouth to mouth with hell's sender.
Damned filthy pretenders
stole and locked us high and dry.
Quiet, But Continuous
Cannot surrender
movement, to them, is suspicious.
Inhumanity.
Insanity.
Any expeditious scheme
burns
and punishes me, tells me I don't deserve to
escape the Profanity.
Obscene.

Mouth to mouth and
that's the last of my plea.
Rush
Spill
Smell.
I vomit and I don't care.
Still
forced
to your closet space hole
if I sit back down it could be Death's Chair.
Note to soul:
nurture verses nature

Just enough

some state of affairs
im only, ever collectively situated in.
weighing decisiveness: simply turn the switch on or off, never really letting myself indulge in either.
no use inside
to make up a word.
grace is for the moment
not of excuses
but my body aches;
all that seems
is this.

On

The mania is a hex
Brazen idealism refined
Shoddy ignitions, only what we nag is humane
Testimonial "badge" for your name..
educated aliens omit your homesickness
wealth will arouse, wealth climaxes
Arraign your folklore gift-bearers
Tangible debris, hijacking your heredity.
Administrations would like to trifle with your prognosis
Vexation to chauvinism; Understanding crusade emblems
How In the world to relax?
Alien's disclose underhanded gas masks.