Now the serpent was more crafty than any beast of the field which Yahweh God had made…And the serpent said to the woman, "You surely will not die! For God knows that in the day you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil."
"Come on!" he smiled mischievously, "Come on, just tell me. It's not like we don't know the nickname. I just want to know it in your language."
"Oh, no," the brown mohammedan said, head-shaking, embarrassed and uncomfortable. "It is not right."
"Seriously, just tell me. How much have we shared with each other so far? I only want to know it to make people laugh. It's not like I mean any harm to anyone. It would make me betam yetek'eburu if I could whip out that phrase when appropriate. Ehbakahin? Please?"
The mooslims are different in this respect. They are Old Testament in their belief in the power of utterances. The man wouldn't budge.
"Oh well. Here comes another," he said to himself. "Hey!" Pointing back down the hall towards the man he just left, the same smile still on his face, he said, "Abdi there won't tell me how to say White Devil. How about you? I need it for purely social reasons. Please?"
Stonewalled again, and this time by a Christian no less.
That was six years ago.
Today, he knows the real meaning of White Devil. He had always assumed it had to do with brown people being more "spiritual" on the whole and white people being less "spiritual" on the whole. There also was the ever present, at least in recent centuries, technological advantages inherent to the (renowned as white) West that surely must have bedazzled outsiders into believing them to be derived from the dark arts.
Wrong on both points.
His own culture lauds literacy and learning. The greatest shame is an unexpected and unavoidable public display of illiteracy. If one can't read, they hide that fact from everyone—and if it happens that they come to a moment when they decide to learn, upon taking that step, the choirs of the West rejoice more joyfully than the heavenly hosts when a new believer is baptized. Who, then, wouldn't want to learn how to read?
But that is the White Devil describing itself, the White Devil marveling at its reflection in precious stones. As described by illiterate cultures, the ones who are lauded today as having "oral histories", the White Devil is so-named for their absolutely ignorant and unfounded fear of what these cultures do not yet understand.
The truly ignorant are not the West's unwanted newborns put outside to die by exposure, no, like the illiterate within the West. He now sees that the truly ignorant are Adam and Eve, shortly after getting the boot from the garden. They know something is different. They know there is another power. They know they don't have the power. And like Adam and Eve, they conclude those that do possess the power must be the enemy, the adversary, ha-satan. Or, plainly, the White Devil. And the only idea that populates the uninhabited landscape of their brain is to tell their children the story of the crafty serpent.
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