I lie here thinking of Ben Carson's speech about how Africans came to America for their chance to live the American Dream. The enormity of it struck me. It was a plan centuries in the making, the prescience, the exacting details, the coming together of several peoples, stretched across Western Africa with only the most primitive ways to communicate. But they had A PLAN! Some called it crazy, some called it impossible, but they forged ahead. Those so-called "primitives," those "savages," came up with a scheme that can only be described as equal to landing a man on the Moon. And all the while, those who crafted this plan knew they wouldn't live to see its fruition. What sacrifice! Let's examine it, shall we? They had to find a place to live that was beautiful, temperate and full of rich minerals, wildlife, and other commodities not to be known nor needed for centuries. They were brilliant, so they kept their culture and technology simple to make them easier "targets." Finally, America is born. As expected, ships arrive full of pale men whose clothing and eating habits make them angry. They pillage and destroy Africa, kill in the thousands. And all the while these Wiley tribes wait and watch their plan unfold to perfection. The ships come and these savages are loaded up and sent to the new land. They are even given food - and commemorative bracelets. Some lose weight. In America life is hard but the Africans don't mind. They know they will be rewarded. Centuries pass, with little or no change. The young generations despair. Don't worry, the elders say. We have a plan. At last the next phase of the plan begins. "Freedom" is declared. Things change rapidly. Instead of so-called slavery where they are starved and beaten, they now have "jobs" and work the same field while starving and being beaten. We have a plan the wise ones repeat. They move North and West until they reach every major city in this great land. They toil, they struggle some more. They are careful not to move too quickly, to tip their hand. Instead of taking good jobs right away, instead of becoming doctors, lawyers or scientists, they stick to the menial. Men become cooks or train conductors. Women become maids or - well, pretty much just maids. They have a plan. At the right time a few former Africans appear to step up to fight the injustice in America. They are Martyred quickly. All part of the plan. Time passes and the next phase involves becoming entertainers, exporters of their unique culture. Their long gone ancestors knew that if they were entertained, if they had a bizarre culture they could assimilate, they wouldn't notice that slowly, gradually, these Africans were buying homes, getting better jobs. Some, not all. The American Dream gets spooked if you come at it too quickly.
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