Emery McClendon: Wake Up, #WalkAway and Don’t Look Back!
When I grew up I was told by everyone around me that I was to be a proud Democrat. I was coached from birth that the Democrat Party was the only party that provided for and did anything for Blacks.
We were taught that Republicans were evil.
Day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year this was pounded into my head by friends and family. I was even told that when I became elgible to vote, that I had better vote Democrat or not come home.
Every four years my mother sat us down in front of the TV to watch the Democrat Party Convention. All of it!
We were not allowed to ask questions or refute anything about the Party or it’s platform–even though we were never told what that platform was.
Most adults really had no idea either, they just followed the party because they were told to do so also.
I had questions and I needed answers. So I began to speak up at an early age, and question why Blacks were so loyal to a party that violated everything that we we’re taught as moral and Christian values.
It just didn’t make sense to me.
My mother taught us Conservative values along with sound Biblical Doctrine. However, what she taught us was in direct opposition to the principles of the Democrat Party platform. I’m not even sure if she realized that.
As a child I was taken to church almost every day of the week, and it wasn’t an hour long service either!
When I questioned the preachers they always told me that they should never give people too much knowledge because if they did they wouldn’t be needed any longer. They said that it was necessary to keep people in darkness so that they would always be looked up too, and maintain a position as a community leader.
We would sit in church for hours upon hours as we heard the Word of God delivered to us with a mixture of politics thrown in in a very biased way.
It didn’t makes since to me, because it was like driving a square peg into a round hole. As you can imagine I got into a whole lot of trouble questioning authority.
To make a long story short, I ended up with a pretty sore behind, and a lot of hurt feelings. I learned the meaning of the clique “a hard head makes for a soft behind.”
I was a target of verbal discipline at home at church, and in the neighborhood. I was called a heretic, and was told to keep quiet. Many of the church leaders told me that I had the “Letter,” but “no Spirit.
I eventually had to leave home, and my congregation.
I enlisted in the military, but things were not any better there as the Blacks that I encountered were of the same mindset, and we’re also blind followers of the Democratic Party. We sat down for hours discussing why they thought that I should be a good Democrat and keep quiet. They never listened to my point of view because they told me that it was from a “white man’s” perspective.
I was labeled an Uncle Tom, Mr. Mr. Goody two Shoes, and was targeted for ridicule. I was even told that they we’re going to kill me if I did not conform and remember where it was that I came from.
After four years I returned home. Things hadn’t changed. Friends and relatives were still Democratic zombie’s. They continued to harras me. I continued to be a thorn in the side of the church leaders in town, and became the target of over the pulpit rebuke.
I spent a lot of time in my youth trying to reconcile this affection for their blind allegiance to the Democrat Party. I have never gotten any satisfactory answers, just ridicule, and rebuke.
I finally decided to walk away from it all and become a free thinker. It was the best thing that I have ever done in my life.
I have since learned about Freedom and Liberty, and have became engaged in efforts to help others leave the Democratic Plantation by informing them of the truth that can easily be found if you are willing to search for it. I’ve done so ever since. Some listen, but many refuse to hear the message.
It’s been a tough fight, and an uphill journey, but I’ll never turn back. Even after suffering the loss of family and friends.
Much of what happens to Blacks regarding the implanting of their world view takes place early on in life. It takes place in the home, at Church, and in the community. Most of it is forced upon us by peer pressure.
It becomes a tribal thing, and much of what is taught is based on bad history and hate.
For most of our lives Blacks are taught to be loyal to each other based on skin color, not truth; whether it be Biblical or political.
It’s past time to make a change. We are being destroyed by ignorance.
Our nations future is at stake.
Thank God I became a thinker!