"Foolishness is indeed the sister of wickedness." - Sophocles
Black Christianity is such a contradiction. Here we are: A stolen community, displaced from our homeland, subjected to hundreds of years worth of bondage, then another subsequent century and a half of segregation and mass-incarceration, respectively, and yet the majority of us still sit around praying to the same God and mythology that our oppressors forced our ancestors into embracing at whip-point. And the dysfunction has survived all the way to this very day, us getting slapped on every cheek that we turn while waiting on a Superman to save us while every other community kicks ass for the betterment of their people.
Rise and shine, folks! We're in desperate need of a change, in case you haven't noticed.