The Slavery that Fiction Creates – Actors Cannot and Will Not Save You
by Sabrina Dawkins
Doug Carlin won’t save you. Denzel Washington pretending to be Malcolm X will not save you. Jamie Foxx in Django Unchained, pretending to be a combination of Nat Turner and Malcolm X, will never save you. Nate Parker pretending to be Nat Turner in The Birth of a Nation will never save you. The real Black Panther, Stokely Carmichael, had his title stolen by Chadwick Boseman, an actor, a fictional creation by fake white Jews (Malcolm told you who the real Jews were) who was never going to save you. Why would your enemy give you a character who could actually set you free? The Black Panther character effectively neutralized the revolutionary spirit by combining a perceived revolutionary title with the behavior of a Martin Luther King. In the film, which I must admit I never watched but only saw clips, the, I assume, revolutionary character was killed off, and the Martin Luther King character prevailed.
They want you weak and confused, waiting on celebrities, pretenders to give you knowledge and hope. They want you trapped in a fictional reality in which all your heroes are secretly wicked, weak, sold out and living in mansions while you live in the pretend world they have created for you to die in, waiting on a savior who never comes because the fictional heroes on the TV screen are reading from scripts given to them by your enemy.
Now you don’t know the difference between reality and fantasy. Now you celebrate people who pretend for a living, or play playground sports as a career, or tell jokes for a living as much if not more than you celebrate true revolutionaries who died trying to set you free and give you back some dignity—this is because you have been conditioned to worship anyone who appears on your TV screen. Today, even reality TV stars who gain their fame by humiliating themselves on camera have swarms of fans fighting to get their autograph and photo and buying their junk.
The fictional world that fictional heroes have lured you into through sensational, addictive two-hour movies is a drug, the worst kind of drug that you keep going back to the theaters for more of as your mental health declines and your real life crumbles, but your imagination flourishes, populated by phantoms that dissipate shortly before the next drug fix arrives in the theaters. And real knowledge is replaced with junk fiction: Why read books when you can watch entertaining false movies? No one ever comes to save you because your enemy is killing the real revolutionaries and replaced them with pretenders to keep you running in circles in a dream world, praising their fakery. Meanwhile nothing changes because you have chosen for heroes those who have a king over them who has caused “craft to prosper in his hand” (Daniel 8:25). And under this “king of fierce countenance and understanding dark sentences,” (Daniel 8:23) these deceivers prosper (Daniel 8:25).
And don’t think deceivers are limited to those who have the confirmed title of actor. Barack Obama was an extraordinary democrat actor as well who fooled many.
But maybe you like living on the plantation with the false sense of security that your enemy gives you on your Sundays off to be entertained in air-conditioned dark rooms, given junk food, popcorn—bread with the circuses—until you are no longer useful to him. And then in that dark room, surrounded by phantoms of your imagination secretly given to you by your enemy, you fall asleep forever, never to be awakened by the real hero and Savior, whose disciples are smaller heroes who follow his example and are the lights of his hands, reaching into a dark, spiritually blind world to awaken and comfort only those strong enough to reject Satan’s slave world that is kept in place by the false reality firmly planted in the brains of the slaves.
When I listen to Malcolm X’s speeches, Stokely Carmichael, Khalid Muhammad, Steve Cokely, Betty Shabazz; when I listen to the music of Moses Hogan, Bob Marley, Washington Phillips; when I read the Bible and Søren Kierkegaard, I feel wrapped in the invisible arms of true love. I sense the humbleness of spirit that would force them to do their Father’s will even if it came with only persecution and death in this world, no flashing camera lights, no mansions, no worldly acceptance, because they know that the unadulterated truth is a treasure worth infinitely more than the devil’s fool’s gold, given in abundance to Satan’s faithful vessels fitted for destruction (Romans 9:22).