Stop Yelling at Crocodiles While You're Drowning in Their River
Stop Yelling at Crocodiles While You're Drowning in Their River We have turned performative rage into an art form, and it is keeping us broke, vulnerable, and enslaved. We love to jump online and scream at the predatory systems exploiting our zip codes. We curse the corporate banks, rant about gentrification, and boycott outside businesses for seventy-two hours—only to turn around and spend our very next paycheck funding the exact apparatus we just condemned. We act like screaming at the beast makes us revolutionaries. The Zambian and Somali elders left a warning that cuts straight through that foolishness: “Do not insult the crocodile until you have crossed the river.” Today on the Gye-Nyame Fractal Calendar is the day of Ujamaa (Cooperative Economics) —steeped in the living, restorative frequency of Green. And Statement Number Two of Ujamaa demands an immediate reckoning with our daily posture: “I am a Green valley of resources, flowing toward my community.” You cannot become a f...