The road to hell is beset with little steps, some of them imperceptible, each of them preparing you not to be shocked by the next. Step F is not so much worse than Step E before it. If you did not collect yourself and made a stand to reverse coarse at step D, why would you at Step E, Step F or at Step G? And so on to Step Z. Then you are in Hell and you are already Dead.
Such is the faith of nations. And such is the road to nothingness for any nation. The grand retrogression of a nation begins with the first step, then the second and then the third, and so on. Each step preparing the people not to be shocked by the next.
Take for instance Kunyowu (Ewe for The Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade, literally translating as “Death is Better”). Each step in its rise to utter barbarism begun with a bad Step, then a worse Step and on to increasingly atrocious Steps. Each step socially and politically designed so that the people are not shocked by the next Steps.
And so on to American Slavery–the very fountain of blood from which Capitalism grew its ever pernicious horns, i.e. the soaked bloody soil of western wealth. Even the Europeans, who could have otherwise grown quickly uneasy and shocked by the gory human traffic, were led rather carefully, step by step, to accept and drink cup-fulls, one after the next, the avalanche of the sweat and blood that poured downhill from the fountain of Black Death.
The Zombies they have become, increasingly unable to wean themselves off the material consumption, the mass consumption and the trinkets that skittle down from oppressing those who dare to look different. Now we live in a world of Black hate and Black fear, and some of the white people who hate and despise those who dare to look different do not even know it themselves. They too live in a system which rules without responsibility even to a small warring God out of Judea. The system itself intended this in the beginning, and in order to sustain itself it was compelled to go all the way.
The result? The very planet we once called Mother. Now she lays bare-naked, beaten, raped, sodomized, mutilated, torn apart and bleeding. More than half of all species having been destroyed in just one hundred years of Western Barbarism. Mother Earth suffers. She will die. There’s no rescuing her with the Zombies that now boastfully and cunningly walk the surface of the planet. Mass consumption born out of tiny steps in Kunyowu has brought Mother Earth to her knees. In the end, even the Zombies will run out of blood, and they will wrinkle and die.
The thing that killed the man, indeed, begun with a single desire.
Narmer.
