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2002-09-10

Father Divine (b. George Baker)
B. c. 1877 Rockville, Maryland / D. 9.10.65 Philadelphia
Old Age

Code Orange kiddies�scramble for cover! Man the TVs�squat in their light and receive. . .
So anyway I�m in Harlem�bright sunny Sunday afternoon on 125th Street�and there�s a flyer on a store window saying come to this rally, show your support for Mugabe, Take Back the Land! And I�ve been thinking for weeks, months, whenever I hear a complaint, Try being a white farmer in Zimbabwe! So then the next window is all plate glass down to the ground and crowded right up front inside there�s a row of bare leggy women just sitting in folding chairs facing out�and I�m like, What�s that�a tanning parlor?
Absolution through panic�emergency cleanses, war-making�s made pure. Now a national pause for remembering panic, reviewing the footage (more grisly details released!)�a fat infinitely volume-displacing immersion in whatever it takes to get that renewal stamp on everyone�s personal innocence�just in time for the next imperial foray.
No�everyone�s like�sshh! That�s braids. . .
Let me wear it on my face�Africa�s the future, not the past. All nonsense and misinformation, confusing its various states of development with any lack thereof�Africa�s fully developed so far it�s what every place else is becoming. Life, skin, cities, hairstyles, mass murder�everything happened in Africa first; nothing new under the sun if it�s overhead anyplace other than Africa. Put to the flames by Islamists, one mercantile monument, occupied�pah! Africa says, Babies, see you in a thousand years.
The future�
let me wear it on my face that I�m ready.

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