Strategic Disengagement

A MAGA influencer recently mocked Black Americans by claiming, “Oh, we’re going to start a race war.” The irony is staggering. It’s unlikely she’s ever actually heard a Black person utter those words. Because the truth is, a “race war” initiated by African Americans would be nothing short of suicide... a tragic mismatch, like the Philadelphia Eagles lining up against a Pop Warner team. It would be genocide, not resistance. The U.S. military, law enforcement, and the systemic machinery of the state would be swiftly mobilized, just as they have been throughout history when Black communities have dared to rise in protest or self-defense.

We must learn the power of silence and strategic disengagement. Engaging with ultra-conservative trolls... especially those who spout provocation and bad-faith arguments... serves no purpose. Their absurdities do not warrant a response. When you see these inflammatory posts from white reactionaries, block them. Don’t comment. Don’t argue. Don’t attempt to enlighten. They thrive on attention, on the illusion of legitimacy created by outrage. Starve them. Remember what Mark Twain wisely said:

“Never argue with a fool. Onlookers may not be able to tell the difference.”

 A profanity-laced rebuttal does nothing but validate their narrative and drag us into their circus. Ignore. Block. Move on.

If this perspective is uncomfortable, if you find it too dismissive or too harsh, feel free to disagree... or block me. But reflect first. We must stop participating in systems that drain our power and fuel our oppression. Consider the Black church, once the heart of the freedom movement, now a financial siphon. Thirty-five million Black Christians giving an average of $240 a month per household translates to over $8 billion a month. And what do we get in return? Where is the return on investment? Are our communities safer, stronger, more self-reliant? Or are we financing empty ritual and performance while the very structures that cage us remain untouched? 

And your pastors know... they know. They stand in pulpits dressed in reverence, eyes lifted toward heaven, while their feet are planted firmly in the machinery of oppression. They know the truth behind the veil, the contradictions in the doctrine, the silence that buys their comfort. They preach obedience not because it saves your soul, but because it protects their position. They’ve traded prophecy for profit, traded liberation for loyalty to power. And that knowledge... kept quiet behind closed church doors and under whispered prayers... makes them not just bystanders, but architects of the same holy con that tells you to suffer now and be rewarded in the hereafter. They are not confused. They are complicit. And nothing damns more quietly than a man who knows the truth and still chooses the lie for a living.

Let us be deliberate in our disengagement from nonsense and our re-engagement with ourselves. This doesn’t mean isolation or animosity... it means discernment. Of course, we must interact with colleagues, neighbors, fellow citizens of every race. But stop feeding trolls. Stop dignifying their mockery with outrage. We do not need their validation. We do not need their permission. We need strategy, unity, and the wisdom to know when silence is power.