The EMPERORS NEW SUIT- Mantra of A Gadfly

John E. Banks-Morgan

ISAIAH 8: 11

  1. For the Lord spoke to me with a strong hand, and instructed me that I should not walk in the way of this people, saying

by John E. Banks-Morgan

In reflecting on the community where I live, as well as the people of this community and how they operate, I cannot help but to begin addressing the issues of the unfair tactics that are being used against the people in stripping them of their hope and dignity.

When you have a certain faction or factions that control all of the revenue and activity that channels and funnels everything to them, then these atrocities must be addressed.

It reminds me of the childhood story “The Emperor’s New Suit” where the people had been browbeaten and demoralized to the point, where they were afraid to tell the Emperor that he had nothing on underneath his new outfit.

The moral of my story is that these people regardless of who they hurt, or destroy have no empathy or even acknowledge what God himself said.  As a Man of God who feels that I was strategically placed where God needed me, I would be remised if I just continued to sit idly by and not say anything.

What has been going on in and around this region has been going on for decades as we know it, and even though we as citizens know factually that these atrocities have been happening, it’s; who was going to be unafraid enough to speak out, and just like in the childhood novel “The Emperor’s New Suit” it took a child to shine the light on the situation.

They even use men of the Clergy to do their bidding, and to cover up their invisible garments, just like in the novel, but in the last two (2) years, all that is being done is coming to light for the entire world to see, the Government building being attacked, the murder suicide killings inside of the public schools, where our children are being killed, and they cease not!

We have Gang Intervention leaders getting funding to assist with Gang prevention, and intervention, and community programs, but all we see is a lot of back biting, fictitious Award ceremonies (Making Sure that they’re on the Guest List), and Police meetings, at the Police stations, but no one is out in the communities anymore working with the public, i.e. everything has become “Political Pomp and Circumstance”.

The Help Center Offices are desolate and in most cases closed, boarded up, the Unemployment has skyrocketed and for the most part everything is funneled to those who are sitting in the Gala’s and Breakfast meetings, but it really appears that even after the Board meetings, there are the Powers that be, meeting in the backroom of the Board room divvying up the spoils, while the people and communities are going to “Hell in a Hand Basket” Gang activity consistently on the Rise!

The Government agencies like the Department of Public Health, have totally forgotten about the reason that they’re in their positions. Departments of Public Health administrators, and officials across the state have just outright removed the word “Public” out the equation, for whatever reason or reasons, they give the impression that the People whom they are actually paid, and in some cases sworn to serve, are beneath them (subordinates), and works for them, instead of the DPH working on behalf of the people,  they have all of these different and specialized departments, and in most cases they won’t or don’t even answer the phone, or return messages , you have to have an appointment to even talk to someone, that’s in place to serve the i.e. “Public” and you aren’t being served. They’re holding conferences with their contemporary’s paying enormous amounts of dollars to rent and occupy facilities with tax payer’s money for weeks at a time, and have all but eliminated the public resources that are available and needed to be utilized to reach the public, I mean the word community media is a “Slap” in the face to them i.e., profane word, Insult!  When community media has been and forever will be the most effective means of reaching the urban areas and inner cities of their jurisdictions across the state? The Doctors are in bed with the Pharmaceutical companies, who are funding research studies,  paying for lavish lunches, and meetings, the Department Heads of the departments  are in bed with the Doctors, and it’s a repeated cycle, that has been going on for decades, while the Tax paying citizens, and “Public” are being left to fend for themselves…

The “Public” School systems are broken beyond repair, to where the students, “our children” are in despair , and disarray when it comes to getting a quality education, the Police have taken over in the way of sanctioning and citing our kids,  saddling them with “felonies” for minor offences while they’re still in Middle or High School, which follows them throughout their adolescent years, and when they try to get into the world of work, college, and even the Armed Forces, these minor offences not only hinder their young adult lives… but in many cases halt them.

The class rooms are overcrowded, outdated curriculums, the Teachers aren’t in tuned to, or sensitive to our children’s needs, or in some cases they have to become social workers, and the parents who have two jobs, and are struggling to make ends meet daily, don’t have the time to give the necessary attention and detail that it takes to nurture their kids.

The school administrators, are being faced with security dilemmas, revamping the outdated curriculums and dealing with “Public” protest on an ongoing bases, the State Superintendent of schools, only shows up during an election year, they cut programs, aid, and resources to our students, and they only send out “Free”media releases after the town hall meetings, or right before the meetings take place, as if to keep the “Public” on an uneven playing field, it takes community organizations to do what our paid officials and school administrators are supposed to do.

This segment is not intended to just bash, and beat the system down, but is merely intended to address the issues as we once knew them to be… where has the “Public” gone in our “Public” system?

But…He has nothing on at all!

ISAIAH: 9-10 – 12-13

9; Associate yourselves, O ye people, and ye shall be broken in pieces; and give ear, all ye of far countries:  gird yourselves and ye shall be broken in pieces; gird yourselves and ye shall be broken in pieces.

  1. Take counsel together and it shall come to nought; speak the word and it shall not stand: God is with us.
  2. Say ye not, A confederacy; neither fear ye their fear, nor be afraid.

13. Sanctify the Lord of hosts himself; and let him be your fear, and let him be your dread.

 

The Emperor’s New Suit

by
Hans Christian Andersen

(1837)

ANY, many years ago lived an emperor, who thought so much of new clothes that he spent all his money in order to obtain them; his only ambition was to be always well dressed. He did not care for his soldiers, and the theatre did not amuse him; the only thing, in fact, he thought anything of was to drive out and show a new suit of clothes. He had a coat for every hour of the day; and as one would say of a king “He is in his cabinet,” so one could say of him, “The emperor is in his dressing-room.”

The great city where he resided was very gay; every day many strangers from all parts of the globe arrived. One day two swindlers came to this city; they made people believe that they were weavers, and declared they could manufacture the finest cloth to be imagined. Their colours and patterns, they said, were not only exceptionally beautiful, but the clothes made of their material possessed the wonderful quality of being invisible to any man who was unfit for his office or unpardonably stupid.

“That must be wonderful cloth,” thought the emperor. “If I were to be dressed in a suit made of this cloth I should be able to find out which men in my empire were unfit for their places, and I could distinguish the clever from the stupid. I must have this cloth woven for me without delay.” And he gave a large sum of money to the swindlers, in advance, that they should set to work without any loss of time. They set up two looms, and pretended to be very hard at work, but they did nothing whatever on the looms. They asked for the finest silk and the most precious gold-cloth; all they got they did away with, and worked at the empty looms till late at night.

“I should very much like to know how they are getting on with the cloth,” thought the emperor. But he felt rather uneasy when he remembered that he who was not fit for his office could not see it. Personally, he was of opinion that he had nothing to fear, yet he thought it advisable to send somebody else first to see how matters stood. Everybody in the town knew what a remarkable quality the stuff possessed, and all were anxious to see how bad or stupid their neighbours were.

“I shall send my honest old minister to the weavers,” thought the emperor. “He can judge best how the stuff looks, for he is intelligent, and nobody understands his office better than he.”

The good old minister went into the room where the swindlers sat before the empty looms. “Heaven preserve us!” he thought, and opened his eyes wide, “I cannot see anything at all,” but he did not say so. Both swindlers requested him to come near, and asked him if he did not admire the exquisite pattern and the beautiful colours, pointing to the empty looms. The poor old minister tried his very best, but he could see nothing, for there was nothing to be seen. “Oh dear,” he thought, “can I be so stupid? I should never have thought so, and nobody must know it! Is it possible that I am not fit for my office? No, no, I cannot say that I was unable to see the cloth.”

“Now, have you got nothing to say?” said one of the swindlers, while he pretended to be busily weaving.

“Oh, it is very pretty, exceedingly beautiful,” replied the old minister looking through his glasses. “What a beautiful pattern, what brilliant colours! I shall tell the emperor that I like the cloth very much.”

“We are pleased to hear that,” said the two weavers, and described to him the colours and explained the curious pattern. The old minister listened attentively, that he might relate to the emperor what they said; and so he did.

Now the swindlers asked for more money, silk and gold-cloth, which they required for weaving. They kept everything for themselves, and not a thread came near the loom, but they continued, as hitherto, to work at the empty looms.

Soon afterwards the emperor sent another honest courtier to the weavers to see how they were getting on, and if the cloth was nearly finished. Like the old minister, he looked and looked but could see nothing, as there was nothing to be seen.

“Is it not a beautiful piece of cloth?” asked the two swindlers, showing and explaining the magnificent pattern, which, however, did not exist.

“I am not stupid,” said the man. “It is therefore my good appointment for which I am not fit. It is very strange, but I must not let anyone know it;” and he praised the cloth, which he did not see, and expressed his joy at the beautiful colours and the fine pattern. “It is very excellent,” he said to the emperor.

Everybody in the whole town talked about the precious cloth. At last the emperor wished to see it himself, while it was still on the loom. With a number of courtiers, including the two who had already been there, he went to the two clever swindlers, who now worked as hard as they could, but without using any thread.

“Is it not magnificent?” said the two old statesmen who had been there before. “Your Majesty must admire the colours and the pattern.” And then they pointed to the empty looms, for they imagined the others could see the cloth.

“What is this?” thought the emperor, “I do not see anything at all. That is terrible! Am I stupid? Am I unfit to be emperor? That would indeed be the most dreadful thing that could happen to me.”

“Really,” he said, turning to the weavers, “your cloth has our most gracious approval;” and nodding contentedly he looked at the empty loom, for he did not like to say that he saw nothing. All his attendants, who were with him, looked and looked, and although they could not see anything more than the others, they said, like the emperor, “It is very beautiful.” And all advised him to wear the new magnificent clothes at a great procession which was soon to take place. “It is magnificent, beautiful, excellent,” one heard them say; everybody seemed to be delighted, and the emperor appointed the two swindlers “Imperial Court weavers.”

The whole night previous to the day on which the procession was to take place, the swindlers pretended to work, and burned more than sixteen candles. People should see that they were busy to finish the emperor’s new suit. They pretended to take the cloth from the loom, and worked about in the air with big scissors, and sewed with needles without thread, and said at last: “The emperor’s new suit is ready now.”

The emperor and all his barons then came to the hall; the swindlers held their arms up as if they held something in their hands and said: “These are the trousers!” “This is the coat!” and “Here is the cloak!” and so on. “They are all as light as a cobweb, and one must feel as if one had nothing at all upon the body; but that is just the beauty of them.”

“Indeed!” said all the courtiers; but they could not see anything, for there was nothing to be seen.

“Does it please your Majesty now to graciously undress,” said the swindlers, “that we may assist your Majesty in putting on the new suit before the large looking-glass?”

The emperor undressed, and the swindlers pretended to put the new suit upon him, one piece after another; and the emperor looked at himself in the glass from every side.

“How well they look! How well they fit!” said all. “What a beautiful pattern! What fine colours! That is a magnificent suit of clothes!”

The master of the ceremonies announced that the bearers of the canopy, which was to be carried in the procession, were ready.

“I am ready,” said the emperor. “Does not my suit fit me marvellously?” Then he turned once more to the looking-glass, that people should think he admired his garments.

The chamberlains, who were to carry the train, stretched their hands to the ground as if they lifted up a train, and pretended to hold something in their hands; they did not like people to know that they could not see anything.

The emperor marched in the procession under the beautiful canopy, and all who saw him in the street and out of the windows exclaimed: “Indeed, the emperor’s new suit is incomparable! What a long train he has! How well it fits him!” Nobody wished to let others know he saw nothing, for then he would have been unfit for his office or too stupid. Never emperor’s clothes were more admired.

“But he has nothing on at all,” said a little child at last. “Good heavens! Listen to the voice of an innocent child,” said the father, and one whispered to the other what the child had said. “But he has nothing on at all,” cried at last the whole people. That made a deep impression upon the emperor, for it seemed to him that they were right; but he thought to himself, “Now I must bear up to the end.” And the chamberlains walked with still greater dignity, as if they carried the train which did not exist.

 

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