I remember at one point in my life I cried when I was faced with the stark reality of having to find a job. I know it was super childish, but at the same time for me a job symbolized my own ineptitude, an implication of years of slavery, bowing one’s knee to the devil, and a capitulation of morals and values. Signing a W-4 to work for someone to do something fundamentally counter to what I believe for a piece of paper, is something that I found to be deplorable and morally reprehensible.
Objectively It’s evil and of the devil. And yet most people do this all over the world and several people like what they do. The fact of the matter for a plurality of people is work or figure out how to live on the streets. And frankly everyone works, it’s the essence of human nature. A human who doesn’t work is arguably not so. I realize that this was my hang up and that I didn’t always feel that way, and do to a lesser degree now, but the point for me was as a black man, lacking industry is a betrayal of your people in America, a self- indictment, and comparable to still being on a plantation.
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