You receive the most fire when you are over the target, the system unveils its fears and lays bare its worries with sentences and punitive measures designed to deter others from following suit. A message is being sent by the system but it is our message of hope. In a world so devoid of anything loosely resembling beauty a single act of wonder can inspire a man of action.
Our culture is one that comes from adversity, when we can climb the struggle ladder and produce an excess of food we create a community that is intertwined and thriving. We have an excess, a bounty, a surplus. From this creates an avenue where we can enjoy our time, theories, conversations and past times together. To fill this vacuum enters the artist, the asymmetric thinker. They produce artisan creations, gadgets to enhance our lives and give us more free time, they make music for us to recreate as we work, they give us paintings and images that inspire our days and invoke feelings and concepts we would not have made on our own. When art is around, we have all we need and historically speaking we have a culture that is defined and defended. We identify with a people, a place, a culture and most importantly a purpose.
We begin to understand our place in the world is not to struggle day to day for the same task as those around us, we have purpose, potentially a divine one at that. We understand what sacrifice is, having worked our hands raw just for subsistence we have that understanding and ethos within. Seeing artists do the same just to give us relief from our daily grind, seeing them dedicate their days and work their hands raw as is their purpose and nature, solely for our benefit.
What we are witnessing is this process inside an organic rising of a people, one who has toiled for decades to build in silence, working its hands raw, having lost many on the path to where we are now. They have laid a solid foundation, an ethos, a culture, a vision and created a vacuum and conditions where the artist may rise. As we witness the rise of the artist we hear others hum their tunes whilst working, we speak with others so moved at an image they feel an urge to connect with ideas and others around them. Finally our White brethren see each other as brothers, as a community as a people. The artist has inspired, now the system has focused its attention on them out of fear. They are trying to drive our artists away and into the corners, but in the eternal words of Mr Bond, "legends are made when you corner White men."
-Unknown
