"Here before God, in the presence of these witnesses. " This sounds much like a beloved vow of endearing π, much like a wedding π. He was intoxicated with the vision of a world where the black race could be free from the chains of slavery! He wasn't mad, he was drunk with indignation at whites, his own race! They made him sick and ashamed and he grew tired of being sick and tired. Oh well,...
Mr. Spivey, in truth, white folks don't know how to get mad at themselves. They don't know how to fight for injustice because they're dense in the head. John Brown knew they would only respond to a stick whacked across the knoggin πΏπ *a colloquial term for a person's head or skull.
IF-- there ain't no black people for them to get angry at, they see no reason to get incessed. Trump can do anything to them and they will not budge. They are like a dog breed to only hunt a runaway enslaved person, who has headed off the plantation! Theyπ can't fight, another dog, or hunt squirrels--they only sniff, chase, catch and maul who their masters sic them after.
" Get'em Gunner, go boy! Fetch 'um boy!ππ¬πΏ