Black Pete - The Memory of Slavery Kept Alive

Finally. The Sinterklaas en Zwarte Piet (Santa Claus and Black Pete) propaganda cannot get me thrown off my balance anymore. Most of the anger has been processed, the sorrow has been voiced. I can see more clearly again. And clarity is of the essence. I already knew that it was a waste of my precious energy, to get upset with the zombies looking for poison candy and toxic gifts, as a pay off to keep the propaganda of Black slavery alive.

A few days ago, I saw an article caption that read "Have you thanked your captors lately?" I changed it to 'Have you thanked your enemies lately' and, almost immediately I got access to a better solution. It is not a 'final solution', but then again I have no need to channel

Black Pete - The Emblem of Pain That Can Lead to Maturity

Letting go of anger and fear, leaves room to feel the sadness and sorrow. To grief for the pain inflicted and still endured. To mourn for the prisoners kept in the dark dungeons of slavery. To feel sad for the prison guards, who are deprived of sympathy and empathy for fellow human beings. It is clear to me that both sides need to heal.

They hold on to their Sinterklaas en Zwarte Piet (Santa Claus and Black Pete) so they can let know who is boss. They can only be boss if we stumble around still hurting from slavery, and not

See the Real Face of Black Pete

Behind the anger is always fear. The fear that things are even worse than deemed thus far. I had encountered their resistance to abolish the Zwarte Piet (Black Pete) nonsense before at work. Several years ago, I suggested a simple celebration of children's day. To allow children a special day with high fructose-glucose syrup candy, and gifts to show their parents' slave mentality. I got met with silence, instead of applause. My white audience was not ready for a change of mind.

That silence was covert anger. They kept their opinions to themselves. That is, they waited for me to be out of their sight, to discuss my utter arrogance among themselves. Who da hell did I think I was?! No one touches their Zwarte Piet! My well-intended compromise - they keep their day to waste sugar and money on their children, but have to let go

What Do They Need Black Pete For?

The difficulty with anger is that it is quick to rise, but slow to dissipate. I still cannot believe the scale of the Sinterklaas en Zwarte Piet (Santa Clause and Black Pete) event I saw last weekend. I did not see the celebration of slavery itself, as I had made a rash decision to get some food later in the day. But just the sheer mass of adults and children that I saw leave the scenes of the crime, got me to understand that the celebration was in no danger of abolition.

A year ago, I had decided to write on the racial concept of Black Pete from an informed perspective. I reasoned that sanity could replace insanity. I could go about it as methodically as these sick people go about protecting their precious celebration of the violation of intrinsic human rights of Black people. A year later, and I begin to understand the error

Black Pete – Indoctrination And Entertainment Sprinkled With Sugar

As if it is not bad enough that they flaunt their racism in my face, I am forced to take a detour. City council thinks that the Santa Claus and Black Pete (Sinterklaas en Zwarte Piet) travesty is important enough to detour traffic. I found it difficult to control my anger when I saw all those children being led to partake in the celebration of slavery. The children do not care, because they get paid with candy. They were led by their parents to get their fix. Like little dogs reacting to a bell. Good doggie.

It is no use getting mad at those innocent chilluns. I heard parents asking their critters if they were able to get enough candy from Zwarte Piet. I did not wait to hear the answer. The children got paid for