Everybody knows that the Zanj are among the most generous of mortals ; a quality that is found only among noble characters. These people have a natural talent for dancing to the rhythm of the tambourine, without needing to learn it. There are no better singers anywhere in the world, no people more polished and eloquent, and no people less given to insulting language. All other peoples in the world have their stammerers, those who have difficulty in pronouncing certain sounds, and those who cannot express themselves fluently or are downright tongue-tied, except the Zanj. Sometimes some of them recite before their ruler continuously from sunrise to sunset, without needing to turn round or pause in their flow. No other nation can surpass them in bodily strength and physical toughness. One of them will lift huge blocks and carry heavy loads that would be beyond the strength of most Bedouins or members of other races. They are courageous, energetic, and generous, which are the virtues of nobility, and also good-tempered and with little propensity to evil. They are always cheerful, smiling, and devoid of malice, which is a sign of noble character.
Only when the army has withdrawn do the students realize how long it has been since they saw the austere professor with the clipped tone. The young man who once led an exodus from her classroom now leads a delegation in search of her. They find her in her office, hysterically sweeping books off the shelves into the middle of the floor.
“Teach, really, it’s OK,” soothes the young rebel. ”There’ll still be a place for you. We still want you to share the things you know—You’ll just have to get used to treating us as equals.”
But the professor is inconsolable. ”You idiots! Why didn’t you burn it all down?” She sobs.
“What? Burn what down? We’re not—”
“Everything! The classrooms, the bookstore, the cafeteria, the whole prison complex where I’ve wasted my miserable life! What a horrible farce! Can’t you see that your children are going to end up here, learning your protocol and reading the same old histories through your new lens? They’ll sit in circles, being equals, counting the minutes to lunch! How dare you—how dare you!”
“I don’t want to demonize the reptilian race, because it’s just a genetic stream in the great forever. I’m talking about a small number of the reptilian race that is behind the manipulation, not the race in general. Indeed many of the reptilian stream, both in physical bodies and in other dimensions, are working to help the human race gain their freedom.”—David Icke
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