THE GEDE TRICKSTER
Wrong, said the Trickster Gede
i've come to tell you a secret.
Hold my satchel. Look inside.
There are implacable patterns governing
which they themselves
(Trickster's far off
disembodied voice gets louder.)
Keep this secret as your
own psychic tool. if you share it, it loses its strength. its pwen.
if it wasn't me in camouflage, making room for the pain the Fatalists
(Racists) was able, for so long, to inflict on folks i share a gene
pool with, who was responsible for my 500-plus years of systemic disenfranchisement?
And the Guede Trickster, he replied, "Legend has it," he said,
"that having no experience with pregnancy and the absorption of
another's flesh within itself, ONE powerful man freaked out from the
mental anguish and outwardly equated his primordial nothingness with
And yes, hating His limitations, running from himself, clinging to body
and intellect to buoy up his manufactured, false faiths, He subconsciously
blamed that which He could not grip.
And by the Fifteenth Century, having suppressed His own masses, the
descendants of such a fearful psyche, ruthlessly went global. He literally
projected, equating Black people and other handy surrogates with what
He feared would swamp him.
That's the genesis of the unconscious
energy, the metaphysical veil, the root pattern that vies for the soul
of Black folks.
This pattern that vies for the souls of Black folks is on automatic
it's like a cancerous cell that's metastasized.
The denial of His no-thing-ness on Earth has created the last 500-plus
is it 6000, 20,000-years -a gazillion years- of defenses.
His idea is that there is hierarchy and superiority in a particular
mind because of
that mind's external mold, its gender and race. Except, there's no place
on Earth where high and low are not one.
And the Trickster told
me also, he said,
"You entered it on an Autumnal
the way to the nightmare is manifold. The unconscious patterns gripping
you were set in motion long before the so-called "New World"
culture came into being, from time unremembered. Even before Cain and
What you're saying is that this one Man's fear of mental death, His
fear of returning to a place where personality, history, selfhood, names
are all erased; His fear of entering into the source of life, the incomprehensible
but holy dark abyss, where our divisions are gone, that's the fear that
has got our "New World" societies, putting a cultural stigma
to the skin of children sliding down my birth canal? "Yes, it's
this groundless fear," the Trickster insisted, "that's got
Officialdom refining the art of killing Black babies, co-opting the
educated Black, creating cohorts, imprisoning, warehousing, the young
and virile Black men and making assembly-line, carbon-copied-pious-but-disappointed
Black women fanning themselves silly in "Diiizzos" cries all
the while pregnant with love, but forever havin' no-outlet-for-love."
"What?" i said.
(c) 2000 Ezili Dantò. Excerpted
from The Red, Black & Moonlight monologue series; based on Kenbe
La! Crossings of a Vodun-Roots Woman by Ezili Dantò. All rights