Freedom is not given—it is taken, fought for, and defended with relentless determination. Throughout history, those who have faced the brutal weight of oppression have understood that justice is not a gentle gift but a storm that must be summoned. The white man’s happiness cannot be purchased by the black man’s misery. True liberation is not whispered in polite prayers but seized through unyielding action. It is not light that we need, but fire; not the gentle shower, but thunder. The struggle demands the storm, the whirlwind, the earthquake—forces that shake the foundations of tyranny and clear the path for justice.
When the dogs bark, when the torches blaze through the woods, when the shouts of pursuers fill the air—keep going. The taste of freedom is reserved for those who refuse to stop, who understand that liberty is a right so fundamental that its denial leaves only one alternative: death before submission. No one should live in chains, and no oppressor should believe they own another human being. The darkness around us does not get to dictate the light within us.
Yet freedom is not an individual triumph—it is a collective necessity. Nobody is free until everybody is free. The fight for justice is interconnected, binding all struggles against oppression into one unbreakable chain. To falter is human, but to fall forward—five feet four inches or more—into the battle is the mark of true resistance. We are sick and tired of being sick and tired, weary of the same old oppression recycled through generations. Prayer alone will not bring deliverance; faith must be coupled with action. God does not place freedom in our laps—we must rise and claim it.
Peace cannot exist without freedom, for how can a man rest when he is still in chains? The illusion of separation—by race, by power, by fear—melts away when we truly see one another. When we share bread, when we pray side by side, when we recognize that no man is truly "white" or "black" in the eyes of humanity, only then do we begin to dismantle the lies that divide us. The newspapers, the systems of control, would have us hate the oppressed and love the oppressor. But light—true understanding—creates love, and love fuels the patience and unity required to endure the long fight.
The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice. Yet it does not bend on its own—it is pulled by the hands of those who refuse to accept the world as it is. Power, at its best, is love enforcing justice. Justice, at its best, is love dismantling every barrier to freedom. Love is not passive; it is the greatest force in the universe, the heartbeat of the moral cosmos. To love is to participate in the divine, to stand unshaken in times of challenge and controversy.
Today, we see too many who measure their comfort against their courage, who shrink from the turbulence of truth. To stand against oppression is to risk everything—but it is also the ultimate act of taking one for the team called humanity. If you cannot fly, then run. If you cannot run, then walk. If you cannot walk, then crawl. But whatever you do, keep moving forward. The fire of freedom does not dim—it waits for those bold enough to carry it.
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