American Sioux Indian story
The creator gathered all of creation and said,

"I want to hide something from the humans until they are ready for it. It is the realisation that they create their own reality".

The Eagle said, "Give it to me, i will take it to the moon".

The creator said, "No, one day they will go there and find it".

The salmon said, "I will bury it at the bottom of the ocean".

The creator said, " No they will go there too".

The buffalo said, "I will bury it on the great plains".

The creator said, " No, they will cut the skin of the Earth and find it even there".

Grandmother mole, who lives in the breast of Mother earth, and who has no physical eyes but sees with spiritual eyes said, "Put it inside of them".

And the creator said, "It is done!"

I am convinced that if we succumb to the temptation to use violence in our struggle for freedom, unborn generations will be the recipients of a long and desolate night of bitterness, and our chief legacy to them will be a never-ending reign of chaos.

You must develop the habit of skepticism, not swallow every piece of superstition you are told by witch-doctors and professors.  I see too much parroting, to much regurgitation of half-digested radical rhetoric…

The original oppression of Woman was based on crude denigration.  She caused Man to fall, so she became a scapegoat.  No, not a scapegoat which might be blameless but a culprit richly deserving of whatever suffering Man chose thereafter to heap on her.  That is Woman in the Book of Genesis.  Out here, our ancestors, without the benefit of hearing about the Old Testament, made the very same story differing only in local color.  At first the Sky was very close to the Earth.  But every evening Woman cut off a piece of the Sky to put in her soup pot, or in another version, she repeatedly banged the top end of her pestle carelessly against the Sky whenever she pounded millet or, as in yet another rendering - so prodigious is Man’s inventiveness, she wiped her kitchen hands in the Sky’s face.  Whatever the detail of Woman’s provocation, the Sky moved away in anger, and God with it.

Well, that kind of candid chauvinism might be ok for the rugged taste of the Old Testament.  The New Testament required a more enlightened, more refined, more loving even, strategy - ostensibly that is.  So the idea cam to Man to turn his spouse into the very Mother of God, to pick her up from right under his foot where she’d been since Creation and carry her reverently to a nice, corner pedestal.  Up there, her feet completely off the ground, she will be just as irrelevant to the practical decisions of running the world as she was in her bad old days.  The only difference is that now Man will suffer no guilt feelings; he can sit back and congratulate himself on his generosity and gentle manliness.

Meanwhile, our ancestors out here, unaware of the New Testament, were working out independently a parallel subterfuge of their own.  Nneka, they said.  Mother is supreme.  Let us keep her in reserve until the ultimate crisis arrives and the waist is broken and hung over the fire, and the palm bears its fruit at the tail of its leaf.  Then, as the world crashes around Man’s ears, Woman in her supremacy will descend and sweep the shards together.

The women are, of course, the biggest single group of oppressed people in the world and, if we are to believe the Book of Genesis, the very oldest.

"Man has got to take charge of Man....

Then real education, including pre-natal education.  By real education I mean one that has no 'take-it-or-leave-it' nonsense.  A real education makes the patient what it wants infallibly:  whatever he or his parents try to do about it.  Of course, it'll have to be mainly psychological at first. But we'll get on to biochemical conditioning int he end and direct manipulation of the brain...." -Lord Feverstone

"We want you to write it down--to camouflage it.  Only for the present, of course.  Once the thing gets going we shan't have to bother about the great heart of the British public.  We'll make the great heart what we want it to be.  But in the meantime, it does make a difference how things are put.  For instance, if it were even whispered that the N.IC.E. wanted powers to experiment on criminals, you'd have all the old women of both sexes up in arms and yapping about humanity.  Call it re-education of the mal-adjusted, and you have them all slobbering with delight that the brutal era of retributive punishment has at last come to and end.  Odd thing it is--the word 'experiment' is unpopular, but not the word 'experimental.'  You must'nt experiment on children; but offer the dear little kiddies free education in an experimental school attached to the N.I.C.E. and it's all correct!"

"The beauty of the female is the root of joy to the female as well as to the male, and it is no accident that the goddess of Love is older and stronger than the god.  To desire the desiring of her own beauty is the vanity of Lilith, but to desire the enjoying of her own beauty is the obedience of Eve, and to both it is in the lover that the beloved tastes her own delightfulness.  As obedience is the stairway of pleasure, so humility is the--"

"Don't you understand anything?  Isn't it absolutely essential to keep a fierce Left and a fierce Right, both on their toes and each terrified of the other?  That's how we get things done.  Any opposition to the N.I.C.E. is represented as a Left racket in the Right papers and a Right racket in the Left papers.  If it's properly done, you get each side outbidding the other in support of us--to refute the enemy slanders.  Of course we're non-political.  The real power always is." -Miss Hardcastle.

"Why you fool, it's the educated reader who can be gulled.  All our difficulty comes with the others.  When did you meet a workman who believes the papers?  He takes it for granted that they're all propaganda and skips the leading articles....He's our problem.  We have to recondition him.  But the educated public, the people who read the high-brow weeklies, don't need reconditioning.  They're all right already.  They'll believe anything." -Miss Hardcastle

"Emergency regulations," said Feverstone.  "You'll never get the powers we want at Edgestow until the Government declares that a state of emergency exists there."
"Exactly," said Filostrato.  "It is folly to talk of peaceful revolutions...but until there is the disturbance, the firing, the barricades--no one gets powers to act effectively.  There is not enough what you call weight on the boat to steer him."