I wondered what my late wife would think.
That her late husband harbored such thoughts about this perfection made flesh.
What do the Dead say to the living when asked for forgiveness?
"Granted?"
I hoped, I wished.
Though I doubt it.
I know better.
If your Dead should ever return speech,
I advise you not to listen.
I indicated she should have a seat.
"Who sent you to be my secretary?"
She said she'd heard the news of the transition of power.
And that a man like me needs a woman like her to manage that power.
"I'm Donna."
Sitting before me is Donna.
By the looks of it a woman who gets what she wants, easily.
With a confidence of demeanor and speech one only acquires from a family name of royalty.
"Manage my power?"
Attend me closely, Donna.
There are no power suits, power ties, power shoes or powerful lies that seem like the truth.
No powerful floor to ceiling glass office.
No ten dollar coffees.
No Chinamen.
No Koreans.
No Italians.
And certainly no Blue-eyed Men!
"Manage my power?
Oh, Donna.
The power you seek does not reside in me."
Blind men, really, and women, clearly.
All they know and are interested in are power and money.
But that will be their downfall, their destruction.
Achilles Heel.
When I read his letters I knew what he did would cost me.
I knew this transition of power would get bloody, deadly.
I knew they would not let it stand.
I knew they would come for me.
What they've failed to see is that I gave it all away, the power they seek.
I chopped it up and gave it all away!
It no longer lives with me.
This they cannot see.
This they will never believe.
Because this is not the way their minds work.
They will get bloody, kill, steal, deceive to gather onto them everything.
Leaving for all else nothing!
I gave it all away.
I kept nothing I was given.
Every Black, influential leader that has risen up from among my people has either joined in with them and their evil way of doing things.
Or has resisted them and their evil way of doing things and has been destroyed by them-
through the media, assassinations.
It's all in that 2-paged Playbook.
You resist their evil way of doing things and that's what happens, the pages open.
I gave it all away.
Had to be done.
Gave it all away.
My people don't need another Leader who has all the influence, all the power.
I am not what they needed.
They all, all of them needed to be empowered!
All at once, all at the same time, empowered!
That's what I did with the piles of money and resources he gave me.
My revenge.
I empowered the people, my people, in the end.
After reading all his letters, I understood why he did it.
Who knew his people better than he did?
His hands were everywhere, in everything!
He was privy to all the things they did.
All the wicked plans they made and executed.
I gave it all away.
To the people.
It wasn't communism.
It's righting a wrong that had been done, every day, for far too long.
They're still gonna come after me.
I know it.
They're still gonna try to kill me.
No doubt about it.
I know right now they're searching for the money.
Ain't gonna find it.
Millions of accounts, billions of dollars,
transferred over and over in small amounts.
Cash drops, donations.
Not gonna find it.
What I've done, killing me ain't gonna stop it.
At any rate, I'm done with this physical world.
I'm beginning to see, understand and learn that behind the curtain there's a very real spiritual world.
The most important war is being fought there for our very souls.
That's where I'm minding toward.
That's what I'm for.
"You're hired, cause I like the way you talk.
But you're fired, cause where I go next, you I have no need for.
Now leave. No more words."
My Secretary—I watched her as she walked.
Pure sexual temptation.
A distraction,
which I have no need for.
