American Revolution Waged For Slavery — Professor Gerald Horne

American Revolution Waged For Slavery — Professor Gerald Horne

What Is It?

The Empire Files YouTube channel with Abby Martin had a video called American Revolution Waged For Slavery — Professor Gerald Horne where Professor Gerald Horne talked about some things that I had not heard before from a perspective that I have not heard before.

Here is the video description by Empire Files:

Abby Martin interviews Professor Gerald Horne about the real story behind the creation of the United States in 1776, providing a new, accurate narrative about defending slavery rather than “freedom and democracy.”

From the Boston Tea Party, through the Civil War and the history of the KKK, Horne explains the racist roots of today’s resurgence of white supremacists.

Dr. Gerald Horne is the Chair of History and African-American Studies at the University of Houston and is the author of over 20 books on slavery and the Black liberation movement; most recently “The Counter-Revolution of 1776: Slave Resistance and the Origins of the United States”.

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The end,

• John Jr

Kunta Kinte Gets Revenge?

Source: Wikipedia

Dream 1

I forgot most of this dream so I only barely remember part of the end of it, it is possible that my former male classmate JC and maybe his fiancé were in the dream during one of the forgotten parts of the dream, and the end of the dream took place at The E House.

My mom, some of my mom’s side of the family, some unknown people, and I were at The E House during the day and things were normal at first.

Somehow the topic of race came up among some of the others and I remember going outside alone, and I walked into the laundry building which was slightly bigger because it now had an extra room connected to it.

Something had caught my attention that I can not remember, as I was distracted my mom walked into the laundry building, and I remember her asking me a question that was something like what am I or what do I consider myself to be.

I was a bit confused and annoyed by the question because I assumed that she was talking about race like the others and she knows how negatively I feel about race, I do not believe in or support or identify with race in any way and I am strongly against the idea or belief in race and it annoys and saddens me that most people seem to believe in and support race even though it does not really exist, and race does not physically exist in modern humans as far as I know scientifically and it is nothing but a false and failed and harmful social classification/division/et cetera system created by humans.

I reminded my mom that she already knows that I do not believe in or support race and neither does current science, and so I told her that I assume that she was asking me what social group(s) do I identify with.

I do not really identify with any social group(s), my family’s ancestors were from various social groups and cultures and most of their culture(s)/et cetera was destroyed/lost/not passed on/abandoned/and more so I never grew up with any connection with any particular culture(s) or social groups, but I did name some of the social groups that some of our ancestors probably identified with or were from.

I am not sure if the next part is another dream or not, but I will type it as another dream.

Dream 2

All that I can remember is that this dream or this part of the dream was like being in a fictional version of the new History channel miniseries Roots, and it took place during the evening or night at a dock area with many slaves and/or former slaves with brown and black skin around the dock with a few armed guards with white skin patrolling the area as an obese upper class man with white skin was walking around like maybe he was picking out new slaves or something like that.

On the dock area closest to land was the character Kunta Kinte (played by the actor Malachi Kirby) from the new miniseries Roots among the crowd stalking the upper class man like the upper class man had done something terrible to him and his family (maybe he even had Kunta Kinte’s daughter killed or something like that, but I can not remember), and so it seemed that Kunta Kinte was going to kill him in revenge maybe.

The upper class man was very over-confident and relaxed and annoying like he was better than everyone and like he thought that the slaves and/or former slaves were not even human, and the guards were not even close to him so he was walking alone among the slaves and/or former slaves alone.

The slaves and/or former slaves outnumbered him and the guards easily, at some point the upper class man was close enough for Kunta Kinte to shoot him with a revolver that he had hidden on him, and the upper class man asked the crowd where was his daughter who had arrived here with him at the dock and someone replied that she had been arrested for killing a non-human animal that was probably out of season so it was not legal to hunt it at this time (I am not sure if this was true or if it was a lie to distract him while Kunta Kinte moves in for the kill).

The upper class man started ranting about how his daughter was probably arrested on the orders of the governor to get back at him, I guess him and the governor were enemies, and while he was ranting Kunta Kinte pulled out his revolver and hid it partly in a bag so that no one would see the revolver and to help reduce the sound when he shoots the upper class man.

Kunta Kinte held up his hidden revolver as the upper class man ranted loudly, and then Kunta Kinte shot him but the upper class man was so busy ranting loudly that you only partly heard the gunshot and it took him several seconds to react to getting shot.

Once he reacted to getting shot the guards, who were in the distance, started shooting the slaves and/or former slaves, and chaos broke out.

Some of the slaves and/or former slaves started fighting back, a few of them had guns, but many were running and screaming; but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

A Spartacus: War Of The Damned Inspired Dream

Source: Wikipedia

I remember part of a dream from last night that was pretty long and it had several parts, but I forgot a lot of the dream; but I know that it was inspired by the Starz TV show Spartacus: War Of The Damned, the episodes where Spartacus and his people plan to take over a Roman city, and then they take it over.

It took place partly in a slightly fictional version of D and most of it took place on a small fictional island / dock city / commercial area where there was a college, hotels/motels, many types of businesses where you could buy almost anything you want, entertainment areas, tourist areas, et cetera; and this island/dock city was near D, you had to use a boat to reach it usually, and many people from D & tourists seemed to visit it but not many people actually lived there.

The dream is unclear to me in some important parts so it will not make much sense but I remember a man who was like Spartacus, and he was leading poor/lower-class/low-income people & maybe even slaves/prisoners (in a way most of us were/are like slaves/prisoners so in the dream the distinction was not clear or not there) in a revolution(?) or a plan to change their lives by fighting the system & starting their own or something like that.

Being poor/lower-class/et cetera myself, they happened to be plotting in areas where I happened to be, and so I got to over-hear some of their meetings/et cetera; but I did not join them, I decided to be cautious to see how they decided to go about their revolution(?), and then decide if I should join them or not.

Interestingly I was going to college at the island/dock city, so I went there during the dream, and as I was leaving class one day on the college campus I saw a lot of the people who were plotting their revolution(?) recruiting new people; and I found out that they were planning on taking over the island/dock city, and were going to use it as their new independent city where they would make a new system that was to be better than the current one.

I thought that this was a bit crazy, dangerous, that many people might get hurt and/or die, that they would probably eventually fail even if they took the city since the military would probably come stop them, and so this plot caused me to definitely not want to join them; but I did understand and agree with many of their problems with the current system, but I did not agree with how they planned on dealing with the situation.

As I listened to some of the recruiters talking to people I met a man who was also a student at my college, he had whitish colored skin, and he also agreed with many of their problems with the current system but he also did not agree with how they planned on dealing with the situation; and like me, he was watching them closely & they were trying to get him to join as well, and oddly he was one of the few people with whitish colored skin watching or in the group of people planning on a revolution(?).

He and I got along well since we had similar beliefs/ideas/personalities/et cetera, we acted like friends who had known each other for years even though we had just met, and so we talked a lot; and I learned that he was or used to be a soldier, and his experiences as a soldier taught him the truth about the military & how it was often used in negative ways.

His time in the military depressed him in a way, when he first joined his idea of the military was hopeful & different, but after joining he learned the truth; and his idea of the military was no longer hopeful, and was mostly negative but he did mention some good things about the military but they did not outweigh the bad things being done now.

We talked a lot about this and other things, I was very interested in learning as much as I could about his military experiences and his other experiences that he had around the world, and so I learned a lot in a short amount of time about him.

Some parts of the dream took place at the college, some parts took place going around the island/dock city, some parts took place during the coming & going from the island/dock city by small boats, and some parts took place with us going back to D to a fictional shack-like restaurant/store/barber shop/hair salon that was owned by a woman with dark brownish colored skin with grayish colored dreadlocks who was our bus driver who would drive us back into D.

The bus driver/barber/hair stylist/restaurant owner/store owner was sympathetic to the revolution(?) and she might have been a member of the group, either way, many members of the revolution(?) visited her business/rode her bus & probably even had meetings in her business & on her bus since usually only lower-class/poor people rode her bus & went to her business and most people joining the revolution(?) were lower-class/poor.

She was a mysterious & interesting character who did not talk that much, she probably had an accent-like she was from an island near Africa (African), she had a slightly tough/serious look, but she treated people pretty well & she worked hard juggling multiple careers by herself mostly.

On college days I would ride her bus back to D to her shack-like business to buy some food/buy something, talk to people and/or listen to people talk since the members of the revolution(?) were often there getting haircuts/eating/drinking/having meetings/et cetera, and then I would walk home.

One day after my college classes were over for the day on the island/dock-like city and I was talking with the man who also was a student, the leader of the revolution(?) and a lot of his members were gathering & they approached us about joining them but we still refused & were staying neutral, and they were getting closer to starting their plan of taking over the island/dock city.

The man and I got pressured pretty hard this time by them, we eventually left by a small boat after things got a bit tense, and once back to land we got on the bus; and many of the members of the revolution(?) were angry with us, and then we stopped at our bus drivers shack-like business.

We all waited for her to finish her other duties, then she opened the shack-like business, but I guess she learned about the man & I refusing to join the revolution(?); and she had two large men throw us outside.

I was slightly surprised by this but I understood it, we were still being neutral, and they were getting serious now since their plan was to begin soon; and so soon we would probably be seen as enemies if we did not make a decision soon.

We wanted to see change but we did not agree with how they wanted to go about changing things, and we tried to convince them to change their ways but they refused; and so it was a bit painful seeing these people come together, which was nice, but it was painful to see them coming together only to decide to do something in the wrong way & in a way that would likely fail with them dying and/or being put in jail.

We believed that they could take the island/dock city, but we felt that they could not hold it and we felt that it would be wrong for them to take it in the first place; and that their revolution(?) would fail like many have throughout Human history.

We wanted to see a more peaceful change that started with people coming together to make positive changes that they could make without breaking current laws or taking away the freedom of other people, and we had many ideas on where we could start with this positive kind of change; but they did not like our slow long-term peaceful plans since they would take a lot of time & effort to slowly change things.

I woke up shortly after this.

The end,

-John Jr

Spartacus + Deadman Wonderland

Source: Wikipedia

I forgot most of my dreams from last night but I barely remember part of one dream from last night, and it  was mostly inspired by the Starz TV series Spartacus and slightly inspired by the Japanese animated (anime) TV series Deadman Wonderland.

I am not sure if I was in the dream or not but I remember the dream taking place in a place and time period like on the Starz TV series Spartacus, but oddly Ganta Igarashi from the Japanese animated (anime) TV series Deadman Wonderland was there; but I am not sure if he was animated or not.

A Snowy Dream World Gets Attacked

Source: Wikipedia

Last night I remember part of two dreams, but I have forgotten many parts, since I was gone away from my computer earlier today & so I had to save them in my mind.

Dream 1

The first dream took place in a small fictional dream world that was a tiny snowy country that had a small mountain, a field, and a complex that was surrounded by a fence with only one entrance gate.

I entered the country through the entrance gate and I walked around the field enjoying the snow & view, in the dream I could change my outfit from a civilian winter outfit to a military-like snow outfit by thought, but I am not sure how I was able to do that; and I can not remember what I did in the field and who else was in the field, and I can not remember what happened when I went to the complex.

The dream world looked a lot like the dream world that had the fortress in the snow in the film Inception, but the complex was not like the fortress and the dream world was smaller.

At some point a group of men with assault rifles & military-like gear led by a General-like man, who all seemed like a small rebel military force who looked partly like a rebel group from South America mixed with a rebel group from the Middle East, came and they started attacking the country.

It seemed to be a military/rebel take over and people were being shot and/or being taken prisoner inside and around the tiny country, I can not remember what happened exactly, but I think that my dad, some unknown people, and I somehow had some guns at some point & we fought our way outside into the field.

We had to sneak around snow dunes, to avoid gunmen on the mountain top from seeing us, and to avoid gunmen patrolling the field from seeing us; and I was able to change the color & type of outfits that we were wearing, by just thinking, and that allowed us to better sneak around.

We got close enough to the entrance gate, but it was heavily guarded, and so I decided that we should hide our weapons & I would change our outfits to normal civilian outfits; and then we walked normally toward the entrance gate.

The guards were going to let us pass but I made a movement that somehow caused one of the guards to almost shoot me and all the guards started to point their assault rifles at us, and they searched us for weapons & they asked us questions with strange Spanish-like/Arabic-like accents in English; and they spoke to each other in an unknown language.

Eventually they let us exit the country, but I woke up.

Dream 2

The next dream had my former classmate DH talking with a man who was playing a video game, and the man was asking DH for tips on flying a helicopter on a video game; I was not in the dream, but I was able to see things from various points-of-view.

My view would go from within the video game zoomed in on the helicopter (but the video game world looked real) and then back to the room with DH & the man, and I could hear their conversation whether I was in the game world or dream world.

In the game world there was a huge medieval style castle-like complex that was so tall, that the man had a hard time getting the helicopter to be able to fly high enough in the sky to be able to land on the castle-like complex, and so DH had to tell the man how to control the helicopter.

At some point the man got the helicopter to fly high enough to reach the top of the castle-like complex and on the top I could see dragon-like symbols with some outlined in white with no color in/on the inside of except the color of the castle-like complex itself, with some of the dragon-like symbols being filled with a red color like blood; the red dragon-like symbols seemed to be the areas where the helicopter could land, and so the man struggled to land the helicopter on one of them, but he eventually landed the helicopter.

A man got out of the helicopter and I was now somehow this man, but it was not my body, and the man was a former soldier who had fought in a war or several wars, in what seemed to be an older time period without guns; I somehow knew this and I even saw some flashbacks from his days as a soldier, but I can not remember some parts of this dream.

The man/I found a wooden spear on the ground and a wooden sword, both of which were roughly formed & not professionally made, and then a wooden dragon-like thing attacked me; it was literally made of wood & it was stiff & it could only move one way, and I defeated it with the wooden spear & the wooden sword.

I then walked down a stairway to the bottom floor and I walked into what looked like a medieval style gladiatorial arena, and I got locked in as a crowd of people cheered in the stadium-like seating around the arena; and the current champion walked into the arena as the crowd cheered, and the champion’s weapons were a stick & maybe a whip.

Two other men, who I am guessing were slaves, were thrown into the arena as well & they might have had wooden short swords or real short swords but I am not sure which; and then an older man who used to be the General over the man/me came into the arena as well, with one or two wooden or normal short swords.

I had no idea what was going on and I started to ask for someone to open the gates and I told the other men that I did not want to fight them, but it was obvious that they were going to try to kill me; and I asked the man’s/my former general why was he there and why was he about to fight me/us, and he said something that I can not remember.

The fight began and the champion & two slaves worked together against me and the general, but none of us were really on teams, it was every man for himself.

I tried to avoid fighting but it was a fight to the death it seemed and I remember the general killing one of the slaves with a stab through his eye(s); and the champion killed the other slave.

Then the champion attacked me and the general attacked me, and then they attacked each other, as I still tried to get them to stop fighting; and the champion started to attack me again & he was giving me a hard time, but I eventually killed him with a forearm choke & neck break, and I felt bad for having to kill him.

The general then started to attack me as I begged him to stop fighting and I talked about how I used to look up to him as a soldier and I talked about old memories, but he kept trying to kill me.

At some point something happened, I think one of our former soldiers drove a truck through the arena gates to save us, but he accidentally hit the general and me; and the general got stuck & crushed to death against a wall but he managed to tell me that he was sorry before he died; I was only slightly injured & I got into the truck.

I was sad about the general dying and I think we stopped so that we could quickly put the general’s body in the truck, and then we were going to escape before the guards or whoever could catch us; but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂