Kwanzaa was created in the heat of the black nationalist movement of the 60s by Maulana Karenga, as a way for blacks to reconnect with their African heritage with a “communitarian African philosophy.”

Each day of the celebration, December 26^th through January 1^st, is dedicated to one of seven principles:

Umoja ^(Unity)
Kujichagulia ^{(Self-Determination)}
Ujima ^{(Collective Work and Responsibility)}
Ujamaa ^{(Cooperative Economics)}
Nia ^(Purpose)
Kuumba ^(Creativity)
and Imani ^(Faith)

All warm and fuzzy feelings to be sure. But the communal principles Ujima and Ujamaa are why Africa remains such a backward continent. Collectivism has failed everywhere it’s been tried, including here at Plymouth.

Communes don’t last long on peace, love, and organic gardening. Just ask the sandal clad hippies. To succeed, personal desires, responsibility, and creativity must yield to the will of the everyone else; individual rights and liberty being contrary to the common good. The lazy are rewarded at the expense of the productive, destroying the commune.

Robespierre used the collective cry of the commune to eliminate individual dissent for the common good. In the end, the commune eliminated Robespierre.

What ultimately benefits community are the uniquely American ideals of righteous freedom and profitable industry, guided by Smith’s Invisible Hand and Divine Providence.

Kwanzaa was meant to unify blacks in America by giving them an identity in America separate and distinct from America. The intent was not to become one with America, but to hyphenate and divide.

The truth may hurt, but it’s liberating. Of course, the truth nobody wants to hear is hate.

 

America is unique. Everyone is an immigrant or the descendant of one. And as such, everyone has a history which can be traced back across the sea to some far away land.

The enslavement of African-rooted Americans forcibly brought to the New World ought never be ignored or diminished. But every adoptive son, freeborn or former slave, has a choice: Return from whence he came or bravely stay, heir to the Land of the Free, and forever hold his peace.

The Pilgrims of Plymouth
Good intentions being good for nothing, “From each according to his ability, to each according to his need”  had unintended consequences.

Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?
Miss Snowflake: Oh, thank goodness! For a moment there, I thought I really was a millionaire. Regis: No way! We wouldn’t do that to you.