The truth at last about why we never got our 40 acres and a mule

[alidawriter]

The 13th Amendment was said to have freed black folk. There were 3 elements to the the 13th Amendment. 1) Emancipation. 2) Naturalization. 3) Compensation.

After we were freed, we were supposed to have been naturalized which would have made us actual citizens. Then we were to be compensated, hence the much ballyhooed 40 acres and a mule.

In order to become real citizens we were to have been naturalized just like you see it on television when immigrants are naturalized and made citizens. Why was this important.? Because it would have been a crime to have imposed citizenship upon us.This would have been as big a violation as it was to impose slavery upon us. Citizenship is a right that has to be chosen--not imposed! What was supposed to have happened is that a great registration was to have taken place where blacks would have been asked to choose their nationality. As an individual, he could have just as easily chosen to become a citizen of Libya or Ghana or the US. By no means could this right be imposed. But the registration never happened. In the passage from my book below, you will find out why. Even though the book is written as a fiction, the info is accurate. Take a guess as to who it was that was chosen to head up the Great Registration. Guess. Everyone knows him.

You can also read about what happened to our compensation below.

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The following morning when East walked into

Court wearing the same clothes as the day before,

Stubbs jumped out of his chair and raced to the

Judge’s bench, demanding a side-bar conference.

“Your Honor”, Stubbs whispered, “this act of Mr.

East is utterly ridiculous, an apparent ploy to elicit

sympathy from the jury. You do know what he’s attempting

here, don’t you?”.

“No”, the Judge rasped, “please enlighten me”.

“He’s advertising this woe-be-gone aura. He wants

the jury to believe that you somehow double-crossed

him by making him stay in jail overnight instead of

letting him out at seven”.

“He’s insane, Your Honor”, East remarked lightly.

“I just decided to do something different this morning”.

“And you couldn’t come up with anything better

than wearing a rumpled suit and foregoing a shave?”.

“Tough trials reduce your creative juices, Your

Honor. What can I say?”.

“I say, if you don’t mind, Judge Roman, that we

take a delay and send Mr. East home so he can regroup”.

“To your places, gentlemen”. Judge Roman

smirked. “Don’t push your luck today, East”.

Without delay, East walked to the jury box. “Have

you ever eaten any dog food?”.

Both Stubbs and Judge Roman froze, wondering

just how far East was willing to push it this morning,

but neither knew what to expect. They waited.

“Where was I exactly before I had to take my little

vacation yesterday?”.

“The 13th Amendment”.

“This is not your mother’s nursery rhyme”, East

contended sadly, “and in case it gets a little ugly, I

have some Kleenex in my briefcase.”

“Move on, counselor”.

“Once upon a time in 1779, perpetual slavery

began legally and unfortunately for black folks it went

on and on . . . . . .and on until the 13th Amendment,

but a funny thing happened to the paper it was written

on. Some racist bastard—”.

Stubbs yelled an objection regarding the usage

of profanity which was sustained. Judge Roman waved

his gavel at East menacingly, but East seemed too far

out on a limb to care.

“If I let you speak”, he inquired of the witness,

“do you promise not to lie?”.

“Your Honor”, Stubbs rasped in genuine exasperation.

“Counsel has no authority to extract a promise.

The witness has already been sworn in”

East appeared hurt. “B-but that was between him

and the Court. This is between me and him”.

“It doesn’t work like that, counsel, and you know

it”, Stubbs scoffed “You don’t have that right”.

East faced Judge Roman. “Your Honor”, he

blurted, “you mean that even though this witness is

under my control, I don’t have the right—”.

“That’s right, East”, Stubbs interjected brusquely.

East rubbed his chin. “Isn’t that sorta like the federal

government trying to exercise a right over a State

citizen”. He grinned broadly. “I see that control does

not confer any rights, right guys?”.

Stubbs slumped back into his chair. He knew when

he’d been had. Bastard, he mumbled under his

breath.

Knowing that to gloat would do nothing to further

his designs, East turned less combative. “Tell us

about the three elements of the 13th Amendment.

What were they?”.

“Emancipation. Nationalization. Compensation”.

“Very good. Everyone knows about the emancipation

part so tell us, if you would, about the compensation

compensation

element, which, by the way, was one of

the concealed sections”.

The witness sighed. “The amount of money was

not to exceed $100 and the land to be allotted was

known as the 36’ 30”.

East shook his fist at the witness. “Great goodness,

man. Who understands that bull . . . . . .er, junk.

In regular people talk, you mean the Great Interior

region which was largely unsettled and unexplored,

don’t you?”.

“Yes, that is correct”.

“But it never happened. Why?”.

The witness looked at Stubbs for help, but the

black lawyer threw up his hands in despair.

“What, is counselor Stubbs holding your cue cards

or something?”.

“No”.

“Then, I say, start talking. What’s up?”.

“There were opponents—-”.

“Opponents?!”.East arched his eyebrows. “Do

tell”.

“They wanted the compensation package deleted,

but when it was presented, it passed the House

and the Senate”.

“Was it ratified? When?”.

“1865. November 18th”.

“Any more drama or did the opponents let it go?”.

“Not hardly. Since they were unable to defeat

the compensation package, they argued that Lincoln

had not signed the resolution which would have

made it invalid, but an investigation proved that Lincoln

had signed off on the bill on the first of February,

two and a half months before he was assassinated”.

“So it was valid?”.

“Yes”.

“But why didn’t the land get distributed?”.

“As you mentioned, this was one of the sections

of the 13th Amendment . . . . . .that was concealed”.

“I’m genuinely distraught, but this is business so

we have no time for tears. Let’s talk about the Nationalization

element”. East addressed the jury. “Talk

about sad”. He turned back to the witness. “Speak!”,

he commanded in a gruff-voice.

“Objection!. He’s badgering the witness”.

“Overruled”.

“The Nationalization element”, the witness whispered

in a tone of defeat, “called for a general registration

of the former slaves so they could proclaim a

nationality”.

“And this was designed so that the blacks wouldn’t

have to have citizenship imposed on them. They

could have just as easily chosen to become nationals

of Ghana, Morocco, or any other African nation, correct?”.

“Yes”.

“What happened with the Registration?”.

“It never happened”, the witness snorted. “The

opponents bribed the black man authorized to conduct

the General Registration”.

“Bribed? I find that hard to believe. As a black

man, he had to know how vital this registration was.

Let me ask you something. This black man, was he

deaf, dumb, . . . . blind?”.

“No”, the witness sighed. “He was quite literate.

He was also very prominent and well-known”.

“But suspectible to a bribe?”.

“Evidently”.

“My God, man”, East uttered in mock horror, “just

what was it that the opponents used to bribe a man

who had to know just how vital his mission was. For

the record, what did they give him. All the gold the

earth contains?”.

“No”.

“Diamonds?”.

“No”.

“Silver, then?”.

“No”.

“All the tea in China, perhaps?”.

“Again, no”.

“Then, what, dammit?”, East blurted.

“A white woman and some money”.

The Court erupted with a huge gasp and a loud

murmur.

“I’ll be damned”, East shrieked.

Judge Roman banged his gavel loudly. “Order!

Order in the Court!”.

Once calm was restored, East stood alone in the

well of the Courtroom as if he was wondering what

had happened. He paused longer then necessary,

pretending he needed the extra time to recover.

“So what you’re telling this Court is that the Great

Registration never started?”.

“Exactly”.

“Do you know what that tells me?”. East grabbed

his head like his brain was bleeding. “The Negro

never claimed a nationality, The 13th Amendment

never naturalized him, and the 14th Amendment

broke the law by forcing national citizenship upon

him”. He shook his head. “I know I may go back to

jail for saying this, but wasn’t that a bitch!”.

The Court exploded in a noisy uproar.

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