How dare you: a response to the white preacher --Tate Burwell

How dare you. How dare you enter a space meant to educate black folk and then patronizingly tell them to stay in their place? How dare you credit the advancements made by black people DESPITE the hostile environment to the aggressor? Black people succeeding in the South does not mean that Southerners treat them well, but rather that despite the odds, we managed to do well for ourselves. Furthermore, after lauding the accomplishments of Naxos, how dare you sit in that institution and tell those students to strive no further? To take the education that was "better even than a great many schools for white children" and use it to hew wood and draw water? Are we not all Americans? Do we not all have the same duty to make our country proud by advancing as much as we can? Why would you want to rob our shared country of the talents of so many, simply because of your own prejudices? Prejudices rooted in nothing more than a difference in skin color. Why? Because you're selfish. You don't want to lose the illegitimate power bestowed on you by blood-thirsty, God-less, and savage ancestors. You inherited their greed, their need to consume, and there is no room in your world-view for black people to have equal opportunities. You know you haven't earned what you have, and you're terrified that will catch up with you. You showed your hand, though. You acknowledged how far we have come as a race in such a short time-- you betrayed your fear, and I see right through you. Our progress despite the odds is miraculous, awe-inspiring. You're trying your hardest to keep us down and you are not succeeding. You are losing. You have lost. You know that and you're holding on to your privilege for dear life, white-knuckled, praying to a God who is not on your side to keep "the Negro" down, misquoting His words for your own use, a transgression which you will answer for in time. I will not be satisfied, I will not sit still. I will not consume the words you are trying to force-feed me. I will not accept the status-quo you are scrambling so hard to impose. You're right--we have come so far in so little time. But we are just getting started. You think you can stop our momentum with a few misused quotes? That's like expecting to stop a freight train with your bare hands. Matter of fact, go ahead, try it. Step on the tracks. Scream at the oncoming train. Stand in the way. That train couldn't stop even it wanted to; the momentum is so great. On the journey there have been mishaps, sure-- pieces of track missing, low fuel at points, but the train has never stopped. And it will not stop. Not for you. Not for anyone. Not until the passengers have reached their destination, and at this point in time there are many more miles to travel. The train is picking up steam, and it will run you right over if you insist on standing in it's path. So go ahead, stand on the tracks: I dare you.