Remember Ronald Reagan’s story about the kid who had to shovel a huge pile of manure? He went about it with such joy he was asked why and said, "With all that manure, there’s got to be a pony in there somewhere."
The pony hidden in slavery is the fact that it was the ticket to America for black people. I have long urged blacks to consider their presence here as the work of God, who wanted to bring them to this raw, new country and used slavery to achieve it. A harsh life, to be sure, but many immigrants suffered hardships and indignations as indentured servants. Their descendants rose above it. You don’t hear them bemoaning their forebears' life the way some blacks can't rise above the fact theirs were slaves.
Holy shit. I mean, really: holy shit. Let me get this straight: God's got some people over here, and he suddenly decides that it would be the best thing for them to actually be over there. And the best way God can figure out how to get this done is by subjecting these folks to several hundred years of generational kidnap and slavery, with the attendant rape and murder?
And then God waits a while after that to send this empty-headed idiot to explain to them that it's really the same as, say, all those Irish folks who voluntarily came to the same place later on?
I suspect that people like this make God throw up a little.