Once there was a great nation. The nation’s economy boomed. The arts and sports of the nation flourished. The people of the nation lived in a land of
plenty where food was abundant, and the natural resources were rich. The nation
projected a powerful military presence throughout the world. The nation
prospered and the citizens of the nation prospered. The nation gave to its
citizens and in return expected the citizens of the nation to treat the nation
and the symbols of the nation as great. Citizens recognized how much the nation
had given to them and gladly gave their awe, respect and honor to the sacred
symbols and images of their nation. They pledged fidelity in postures of worship
at the beginning of their educational day when they were young. And, throughout the year when many
of them gathered in one place for great events, and the music began, young and
old would adopt postures of worship in honor and respect for the greatness of
their nation.
However, there lived within the nation, young people who were
the descendants of a people whose ancestors had been forcefully brought to the
land. These young peoples' ancestors had been brought to the land to labor for
the benefit and wealth of the nation - to build the greatness of the nation. These people had been given the names of the masters who forced them to labor - and were made to forget the names of their native land. These young people, who were the descendants of these captive people, felt that there was a higher power to whom they owed allegiance. When the music began at the great holy events of the nation, they refused to adopt the posture of worship. For this they were greatly
reviled.
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