WE HAVE NOT YET BEGUN TO FIGHT

I will never forget my mostly happy childhood during the first twelve years of
my life. The neighborhood was idyllic, with wonderful God fearing, kind and
mostly successful neighbors. When I say successful, I do not mean that our
great neighborhood was an economic rival of the upper west side of Manhattan,
but all the neighbors worked.

Some were business owners, while others worked
as teachers, the postal service, offices, etc. Our Cleveland neighborhood was
held together via the common threads of decency, patriotism, love of family and
above all, God. There was absolutely no trace of the bigotry of low expectation
toward us non white students. Every student was expected to learn, thus we
did. Many of our teachers were neighbors, so there was no wiggle room for any
tom foolery. Life was good and at the time, I thought the America I knew would
always be.

Both at home and in school, we were taught about the great fight for both
personal and religious liberty which resulted in the formation of our more
perfect union, the United States of America. We learned about the war of 1812,
started by Great Britain, because she had not gotten over being defeated by the
colonial commoners. The next great battle we learned about was the Civil War
over the preservation of the union and to also to end slavery. We were taught
that there are times for peace and there are times for war. By the time I was
ten years of age, there were certain changes occurring in our fair neighborhood.
Suddenly, neighbors I thought I would know forever started moving away. Also,
my Dad took us to several house viewings because he thought there was no
choice but to join the exodus out.

As I stated earlier, things were changing.
Unfortunately, Dad suddenly took ill and died soon after my twelfth birthday.
During that last summer of Dad’s life it seemed as if the neighborhood was
dying along with him. Most of our close neighbors moved out, but I credit them
for coming back to visit my Dad very often until the end. Our great neighbors
were replaced by harsh brutes who by years end turned our wonderful
neighborhood into DA HOOD. Because of the huge medical bills and our family
now depending on my mother’s teaching salary, we could not afford to move to
a better neighborhood. The never-ending attacks upon our neighborhood via
robberies, older bullies beating us much younger people up, shootings, family
feuds, etc. what also stood out to me was the unwillingness of the people to
resist the new beastly neighbors who only seemed to exist to make life
miserable for everyone else.

Upon observation of the declining quality of life, because people that moved
into the neighborhood chose to make life almost to horrible to live, I noticed
there were no challengers against the barbarians now destroying our once ideal
community. For the first time in my life, I witness no pushback against evil
doers. As a result, they increased in numbers and boldness in their devilish
mission to kill steal and destroy. There were countless times my few remaining
friends and I were beaten up. Going to the park or taking my dog for walks was
out of the question. I found it ironic that those thugs always howled to the
heavens about racism and how the white man oppressed them. I could not help
but think that those brutish thugs were the oppressors and had no right to
complain about any problems with ‘DA MAN”.

When I graduated to high school, my mother honored my request to be
transferred to a school outside my district, where I received a great education
and was prepared to enter college. By then I had been well versed in physical
fitness training and good high school athlete. I then refused to allow myself or
elderly neighbors to be intimidated by the cretins who sought to threaten
everybody. After pounding one of the leaders until he needed medical
attention, the thugs changed their tune and respected me. I could not
understand why more than just a couple of buddies did not join me in an effort
to subdue the criminal ilk.

I remember telling a couple of the thugs to back the hell up and leave us alone,
or they would find out the hard way that I had only just begun to fight. I did not
and still do not like being violent, but I understood, what far too many people
do not comprehend today. It is better to stand your ground and fight back,
when you can than to just give in to the demands of those seeking to abuse you.
The more thugs are appeased the more emboldened they become and the more
difficult it will be to defeat them in the long run. I also believe in seeking
providential guidance through prayer, when dealing with thugs. Sometimes you
must back down, regroup and come back stronger another day. Seeking God’s
wisdom is very important in the war against those who are literally trying to
destroy our cities, our unalienable rights, our republic and even our right to
worship our God who shed his grace upon our still great republic.
If “We the People” do not learn about and stand for our unalienable rights, we
will not have any. I would like to think that we have only just begun to fight.
What say you? You can tell me Fridays at 4:00 PM EDT via https://wcetfm.com
during the Ron Edwards American Experience talk show. God bless you God
bless America and may America bless God.

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