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Israel Atauyo
Student @ Uniabuja
Student @ Uniabuja
The Seen Unseen
<p style="text-align: left;">The invisible man is not a myth. He is the black man under white eyes.</p><p><br/></p><p>Invisibility was not his nature. It was imposed on him. It was taught, it was legislated, it was preached from pulpits and printed in textbooks.</p><p><br/></p><p>The oppression did not begin with chains. It began with definition. The white world looked at the black man and decided what he was not. He was not human enough to own land. Not intelligent enough to read. Not moral enough to lead. Not visible enough to matter.</p><p><br/></p><p>So they built a system that could function without seeing him.</p><p><br/></p><p>His hands built the economies, but his face was cut out of the photograph. His language filled the fields with songs, but his voice was not recorded in the courts. His blood watered the soil of two continents, but his name was not written on any deed.</p><p><br/></p><p>This is the essence of the oppression: to use a man while erasing him. To extract his labor and deny his existence in the same breath.</p><p><br/></p><p>The white master did not need to kill the black man to control him. He only needed to make him invisible to the law. Invisible in the classroom, where history started without him. Invisible in the church, where a white god blessed his servitude. Invisible in his own country, where he became a stranger on his own ancestral ground.</p><p><br/></p><p>And the cruelest trick of this invisibility is that the black man begins to hold the mirror they gave him. He looks and doubts himself. He polishes his skin, he softens his tongue, he begs to be seen.</p><p><br/></p><p>But invisibility is not absence. It is presence ignored.</p><p><br/></p><p>The black man was always there. In the mines. In the kitchens. In the wars. In the laboratories. In the music. The world has always depended on the hands it refused to see.</p><p><br/></p><p>The invisible man is therefore not powerless. His invisibility is his witness. It proves the blindness of the oppressor, not the non-existence of the oppressed.</p>
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