Communism, Welfare and the Multi-Generational Domestication of Black People
by Sabrina Dawkins
I remember being in grad school. I was obese then, heavily demon possessed, and receiving a false, worthless, godless education in sociology. And in my demonic haze, I learned about communism. We read The Communist Manifesto in class. And the professor didn’t say whether it was right or wrong; he took a neutral position, it seemed, at least on the surface.
But I remember taking hold of communism in that class after having read The Communist Manifesto. I had no clear future. Going to school was just something I’d done all my life. One hopes to get a decent-paying job or run a successful business after college, but with my mental instability and demonic influences, there was no way I could be sure that I’d be able to support myself in the future. So communism seemed to be a good option to guarantee that I would never lack the necessities to survive.
The theories I was learning weren’t coming together into any cohesive, understandable whole. I didn’t know truth, and I had no control over myself. The “compassionate” Karl Marx seemed to hold the answer to my distress in the form of eternal security.
I guess I thought it was odd that on the cover of The Portable Karl Marx, the massive book that contained The Communist Manifesto I’d bought for that sociology class, Marx hid his right hand in his suit jacket. What an odd pose to strike for a book cover. I later found out by accident during my own research that the hidden hand could indicate membership in a secret society, one with aims hidden from the public. In other words, the hidden hand could indicate deception. But at the time and in my desperation, Marx’s articulation of communism was very appealing to me. It was my safety net. I could breathe a sigh of relief.
I was too trusting of a stranger on a book cover. But I guess I didn’t really even consider him personally, I considered the smooth words he spoke in my ear through those pages. And in my broken state, filled with false and self-destructive information, I would always be cared for—that’s what I heard. But because I had grown up middle class, I didn’t realize that communism was already being implemented in the United States and wasn’t a future hypothetical situation. And if I wanted to see the effects, I could just look at the majority of long-term, multi-generational black welfare recipients.
I believe that continued and multi-generational dependence on the government can lead to people forgetting how to care for themselves. They instead ease into an eternal dependency and sense of entitlement. They forget how it was to be free, and strong, and independent, and ingenious as the harsh environment sharpened their minds to think of more creative ways to survive in harmony with nature. But when people become too used to being cared for, they can fall into self-pity and learned helplessness if only to continue to justify a life of dependency, like a cute miniature pet dog bred generationally to never grow to full adult size, trained for undiscerning submission, and existing eternally in the house or behind a backyard fence, where it’s fed regularly by its owners, who don’t seem to realize that the poor animal has been stripped of its ability to survive on its own.
I had a dream a few years ago in which I was doing yard work in the back yard behind a closed fence, and there were brown-skinned males that could’ve been at least 18 years old sitting right outside the fence on the ground like waiting for me to toss them food. So I tossed them a few restaurant-style small chicken wings over my closed fence as if I were tossing food to pet or stray dogs. There were also some chicken wing bones on the ground back behind the fence where I was. I’m not sure who had eaten them. It was as if they had recently been set free but wished to return to their captivity and therefore planted themselves at the entrance of the closed fence in order to get food. Communism is a call to return to the comforts of slavery, an easing back into slavery, where your basic needs are met, but you have lost your freedom, initiative, and dignity.
In another dream, two brown-skinned girls in their teens lived in a busy one-story house with other family members. They were about to go to a party, which was a regular weekend activity. They both had long straight black weaves. And two miniature brown dogs ran around in the house. These two tiny dogs were clearly bred to be cute and little and not for actual usefulness. They would never make it if they were let out into nature.
I have a thriving vegetable garden that I created myself out of uncultivated land, compost, yard waste, a rake, a shovel, a garden fork, garden stakes, chicken wire, and my hands over several years. It has helped me become more self-sufficient, and it also gives me a good workout. A few years ago during Barack Obama’s presidency, a racially ambiguous neighbor, a smoker between 40 and 50 years old, told me that the government was feeding his household of three adults and asked to harvest from my garden before I had even gotten it established to where it was producing more than just a few crops.
I was caught off guard because this man had never held a conversation with me until it came time for him to ask me for something. He didn’t seem to understand the time and effort needed to create and maintain a garden. He seemed to have no concept of what an organic garden even looked like. When I told him it would take years and a lot of work for me to prepare the land so that the garden would produce full scale, he snapped, “It only takes work in the beginning. After that, it’s easy.” But now that my garden is thriving after several years of layering in compost and yard waste, I actually have to work on it more, not less. This man had no garden, was renting, and offered unsolicited advice about getting rid of my grass and tilling the ground. In his mind was the neat, bare-ground, over-tilled artificial garden. There was no place for a different kind of garden in his concept of what a garden should look like. Consequently, his fantasy of machine-tilling a garden once and then things miraculously becoming easy and requiring little to no work from then on would’ve rendered him useless and a mere dependent, which is probably what he wanted to be anyway, when it came to the real ongoing work required.
Freedom isn’t easy, especially not in this world, as those in power, who rule over secret societies, are making domestication seem so attractive in part by indoctrinating students with their communist ideology early on. And I was horrified to find even middle-aged adults who preferred comfortable subtle enslavement to a life of freedom in which they would be forced to use initiative and ingenuity in order to adapt and survive, but I must admit that it does seem appealing initially—it was appealing to me. However, dependents who put themselves at the mercy of evil, deceptive, power-hungry people should always be worried that they will outlive their usefulness, because the hidden goal really isn’t to feed the world so no child goes hungry again, the goal is world domination at any price.
A plant placed inside of a house suffers from stunted growth when its roots are confined within a hard container and unable to stretch out and draw from their natural environment. And the plant must depend on the owner to water it. The television is indoors, and so is the setting for most false education lessons, where we are programmed for a life of dependency as our minds take root in a confined fantasy world created by those in power.