The fox possesses a wisdom the hunter wants to acquire. However, the hunter has yet to perfect the gift of negotiation whereby he can gain this wisdom from the fox rightfully, thus he resorts to what he knows best, the practice of subtle deception. The fox by nature is the essence of human naiveté existing simply as a creation and dependant of the earth from which he came. As a result of the fox's character the hunter was able to capture him.

Once the hunter captured and confined the fox to the penal colony of his social structure, he blew a shotgun shell in the air and proclaimed himself as the now supreme persona of human civility to all the other animals of the world. As long as the fox was confined, this was the authority of the hunter.

For years the fox kept his nose close to the ground all along the brow of the fence and for years the fox listened carefully to the words of the hunter each time he passed by. The hunter exalted his theories of reason disguised as wisdom and his theologies of Divinity muddled with autocracy. He left at dawn and returned at dusk with the spoils of the forest, shores, and valleys of the world. His terrain grew exceedingly great before the inspecting eyes of the fox.

Soon the hunter's daily explorations grew shorter and he waxed fat and sat gloriously on his stoop boasting to his international conglomerates while his offspring greedily consumed the homeland without replenishing efforts. The fox sniffed this lackadaisical aroma and began to notice breaches along the brow of the fence. His time had come.

The night was as dark as ever and the moon howled a delivering bellow. The hunter turned once to admire his own domain and the fox burrowed his way to freedom. Running wild again he recognized justice ahead and the true essence of liberty as it awaited him in the distance. So long was it since the fox had followed the direction of Divine guidance instead of the path of unfulfilled promises.

The next day the bearers of the hunter's domain informed him that the fox had escaped. Shuttered by a tremendous fear, the hunter clutched his heart and head and collapsed in an ecliptic fit. Not simply the fear but the knowledge that the fox had escaped his stronghold disrupted the hunter's entire reasoning algorithm and no longer could he justify his purpose of living. For his absolute reason for being was based on his enslavement of the fox.

Once the Black man escapes the psychological enslavement of Euro-America only then will he recognize justice and the true essence of liberty. The natural embodiment of the Black man rest on the pillars of wisdom. Deception is an illness that infects the soul and traps the mind and the only cure is to acknowledge from whence and through whom it comes.

© 2004 By CR Hamilton