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Friday 16 December 2016

IJ's sense of resentment became great and terrible. It felt like authority but IJ resented the Reverend for not helping him read the books.

IJ's sense of resentment became great and terrible.  It felt like authority but IJ resented the Reverend for not helping him read the books.  The Reverend said that he should read it on his own. IJ said "..he won't help me read it."  But, IJ had much for which  he could be thankful like a house to live in and a family with whom he could associate. There was nice clothing, money and lots of nice things like cooked food every day. IJ went on in life following the steps he was given.   Obviously, some people were pleased with him but when it comes to education he resents it.  The world emerged and was able to provide more education more affordably and IJ must have helped in this regard so how can he resent his own efforts to improve opportunity. The lesson is that education is not necessarily mentoring, protection, association and covering. Some people graduate but have no mentoring, protection or covering as some individuals without education. The other issue is that many have died due to the monstrous resentment although they are sent away with great honor and excitement. The resentment comes if you finish. It seems it is hoped that you will leave school with association but not graduation since the first Prime Minister in the land did not have any formal education. But, in killing the Black Arawak native graduate who is a Mongol related native regardless of tribe or group, you are only denying native capability and furthering native dependence. The manner in which a letter is written or a bank is formed will not change very soon.  The manner in which you collect rents from a pipeline management company for using your easement on land to service the pipeline will not change.  It requires a certain degree of formality.  The manner in which a parking ticket communicates an infraction will not change very soon.  The manner in which a company includes restraint of trade clauses in contracts for computer programmers will not change very soon. These could be simple matters to any fully trained black native or it could be an opportunity to be a court jester with great argument and excitement in the seeking of attention in buffoonery as you say "woy woy" while you miss the simple issue.  The parking ticket was issued with the wrong date or the license plate number was incorrect. More importantly, you may not have been the driver as alleged. As you are not the driver but simply the owner of the vehicle, you are not guilty of the red light camera ticket offence. But you need to say this concisely in an affidavit. You must also know the law to answer the issue as you will have studied to show thyself approved and be of some humble, good use to your family, native community and the greater community at large. Ok?  So, you don't want to eat and boil a black native in a pot for being a graduate in resentment as to punish him as if he is not a native. But, apparently IJ has a collection of degrees and dead graduates who were killed in the furor of resentment. He is not any less native if he can fly a plane, solve an equation or solve a law problem.  This is what you chastised him to do. Remember, that young man did not have any Reverend or your Reverend to help him either. This is what you forget.  He had a white native school teacher who may not have had any formal education but who would have known?  She was consistent.  Ultimately, the work is done when you read it on your own and you  must be able to do this after 11 years old.  You could always ask questions. We love you for making education more accessible but it does not help if you let the wealthy white West Indians project their resentment on the Black natives who have drank at the well of education with great thirst in a communal desire with appreciation.  They bow to IJ in the memory of his efforts to make life better so that no one can fool you or "fool we" I think I am supposed to say.

Thanks.

Bye.! 

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