Lies cause great pain

We say the truth lives here, but what does that even mean?  Where does the truth really live?  That’s all that matters is truth.  When all is said and done, everything, everything that is outside of truth will be swept away, and everything that is truth will stand.  That’s it.

So when you see all the news and all the lies, I know it’s hard, but we really shouldn’t get even angry, because the lies are great teachers, and it won’t last.  Today, this morning, I got up, and I read the story on TheBlaze about the jobs numbers.  Just before the 2012 election, they now say oh, it looks like those were fabricated.  Really?

Unemployment dipped below 8%.  All indicators for the economy pointed to bad news, and I remember we talked about it – that’s not true.  That’s not possible.  How did that happen?  There are some other things you know to know about when it comes to truth.  Last night in a phone conference, the president said 100 million Americans had signed up at Healthcare.gov in the first month.  Listen.

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President Obama:  In the first month alone, we’ve seen more than 100 million Americans already successfully enroll in the new insurance plans.

Okay, not true, and it wouldn’t have been like 100,000 people.  The actual number is 26,000.  Where did that number come from?  The press isn’t too upset.  The just say he flubbed.  Did he?  So far, there’s no effort by the White House to correct the so-called mistake, so he can just say it, and everybody just says oh well, he just flubbed.

Last month there was another flub.  The president read a letter from a 48-year-old single mom, and he held her up as an ObamaCare success story but apparently not so much.  She’s saying that she received a letter of her own.  It was from the state exchange, notifying her that her tax credit was reduced.  A few days later, another letter came, said her tax credit was completely taken away, so now she can’t afford health care and health insurance at all.

Predictably over the coming weeks, the spin masters are going to try to find ways to explain things away or get you to lose, you know, attention, whatever.  I want you to remember one thing.  It’s really straightforward, and it’s not just to you and me but a lot of people.  They’re beginning to realize they’re not being told the truth.  But I’d like to change that.

It’s not that you haven’t been told the truth.  You are being lied to.  And I want you to ask your friends and neighbors if we use the same ethics in parenting as we do in politics, would everybody be okay?  I mean, you catch your kid lying.  Would it be okay for somebody to say, “Oh, did you just make a little flub?  Oh, you don’t need to correct that.  Did you just misspeak?”

I have never, ever asked my kids if they have misspoken.  “Did you misspeak?  Was that a misspeak?  Was that a flub?”  I always say, “Did you lie to me?  Did you lie to your mother?”  Why?  Because we know that lying is wrong.  Why is it wrong?  We teach our kids you have to own up to whatever it is you did.  Don’t ever lie.  Why?  Because it makes a difference.  Why?  Because lying makes everything 100 times worse, and you have no trust in the family.  You have no trust of everybody if you start to lie.

That’s why we put such an emphasis on truth, because we know lying leads to another lie and another lie, and it all causes pain, pain to the person on the receiving end and ultimately sooner or later even greater pain to the one dishing out the lies and everyone along the line.  But what defeats lie?  Truth, the truth sets you free.  It’s the most powerful weapon you have.  Empower the truth.

Play your cards face up on the table, and you’ll be able to stand with courage.  Keep things hidden, and you will cower in constant fear of being exposed.  How many of us don’t actually believe, you know, we can do anything great because we believe the lie that maybe this is as good as it gets, maybe that’s the best I can do?  It’s a lie.  It’s a lie.  Lies hold us hostage.  Lies keep us enslaved.  Lies tear us apart.

We have been lied to about almost everything by both sides.  America, you don’t even know who you are.  I didn’t.  I didn’t.  I wrote this book, Miracles and Massacres, and when I say I, it’s the collective I.  I picked all the stories.  I found the stories with my team, and then we wrote it together, because it’s 12 stories.

We spent a lot of time researching these 12 stories to make sure that it’s all right, and you will see that it has the, you know, it has all that you need here, all of the footnotes and everything else so you can see where we got it because miracles and massacres, that’s what this country is, miracles and massacres.

You have to know the worst of our country and the best.  What can you possibly learn from the worst of America?  How is it possibly relevant to today?  Well, if I said what day did Pearl Harbor happen, you’d say December 7, 1941, a date which would live in infamy.  Great, that’s a speech, but tell me about the ramifications of Pearl Harbor and how does the war with Japan relate to any news happening today?  I’ll show you.

I want to tell you about a 25-year-old daughter of a Japanese American immigrant.  She had set sail for her homeland of Japan.  She was born here, but she was going to go see a sick relative.  Well, then December 7, 1941 happened, and now she was trapped there, because the war happened, and we’re not going to bring in people from Japan, especially while we’re putting people up in internment camps.  We’re not going to bring this, you know, 20-something back into the United States.

She was steadfast in her patriotism.  She loved the country.  She declared at one point, “A tiger doesn’t change its stripes.”  Now, who did she declare that to?  The Japanese government, because the Japanese government told her she had to renounce her American citizenship, and she said a tiger does not change its stripes.

Well, she took a typing job.  She was actually friendly with the American POWs, and she had access to them.  And it came out later that she had smuggled food and medicine to the POWs.  She eventually found work as a typist to make ends meet while she was on the outs, and she ended up at a place called Radio Tokyo.

She was first recruited by Australian POW Major Charles Cousins, and he said you should be a host.  It wasn’t a huge role.  There were 20 minutes here and there.  The Japanese had wanted her to broadcast American propaganda and use the POWs to do it to demoralize American troops, but she said no, she wouldn’t do it.

She actually devised a plan of sending messages to our troops to help our troops.  The Japanese didn’t catch her.  Her stage name was Ann, and it was just short for announcer, but everybody knows her by the nickname Tokyo Rose, Tokyo Rose.  That’s what she use on the air, and after the war ended, she was anxious to come back home.  She was really excited to not only come back home but to tell the story.

A reporter reached out to her, promising her $2,000 for an interview to tell her story.  Well, she wanted to go home.  Two thousand dollars, she didn’t have the money to go home, and that was it.  It was her ticket home.  So she agreed to the interview because after all, she’s an American citizen.  She told her story.  She said the POWs and me, we didn’t go along with the Japanese propaganda plan.  She was proud of it.  She left the interview thinking this is going to be great, but when the story publication was released, she realized she had been lied to.

It was titled “Traitor’s Pay:  Tokyo Rose got 100 Yen a Month…$6.60.”  As soon as that happened, there was a knock on her door from three officers and a master sergeant from the Army Counterintelligence Corps.  She was under arrest.  She was deemed a traitor to her country.  A traitor?  There was evidence.  The POWs knew, right?

It didn’t stop anybody.  The prosecution plowed forward.  It was the most expensive trial in the United States history up until that time, and why was it so expensive?  Because they had to bribe people and get them to shut up.  She was sentenced to ten years in prison.  She served six years of a ten-year sentence before the witnesses, the POWs, began to admit they were lying during the trial, and this was wrong.

But the damage was already done.  You know Tokyo Rose.  Tokyo Rose was a traitor, right?  You know that.  We all know that.  While she was in prison and torn away from her family, her mother died in a Japanese internment camp.  She had her country stolen from her, both her homeland and her home of America, both of them.  She wasn’t wanted in any place, and it all started with a lie and furthered by lies on top of lies.

How did she possibly go to prison?  Why?  Why did they do that to her?  Well, because the press thought it was a good story.  It was a great story.  Everybody knows Tokyo Rose.  We’re going to get that story, and they already had it written before they ever met her.  And the administration needed good headlines.  There was an election, so putting her behind bars, getting the real bad Tokyo Rose, that worked.

The two groups separately or together, I’m not really sure, they just decided it’s okay to destroy somebody’s life because they knew the truth anyway, and the truth, you know, doesn’t really matter.  The ends justify the means.  So why did I put that story in this book, and how is that relevant to today?  Well, let me show you.  If you know history, you know that it repeats itself.

Do you remember the unemployment story right before the election, just talked about it with Jack Welch?  This is what happened.  Jack Welch, when he saw those numbers, he tweeted this.  He said, “Unbelievable jobs numbers…these Chicago guys will do anything…can’t debate so change numbers.”  He explained his position in an interview.  Listen.

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Jack Welch:  Chris, these numbers are all a series of assumptions, tons of assumptions, and it just seems somewhat coincidental that the month before the election, the numbers go 1/10 of a point below where they were when the president started, although I don’t see anything in the economy that says these surges are true.

As it turns out, they weren’t.  People dog piled.  People in the press, they called him a crazy old man, an unemployment rate truther, an insane crabby lesbian, and then they labeled him finally Conspiracy Jack.  So you know, Jack Welch is one of the most respected men, one of the most respected businessman in American history.  But not anymore.

Just like Tokyo Rose, where does Tokyo Rose go?  Where did Jack Welch go to get his reputation back?  Where does he go?  You see, the media, those people in power, the administration and the media, feel it’s okay.  You can destroy a man’s reputation because it serves a purpose just like Tokyo Rose.

Maybe years from now Jack Welch will be long dead, and nobody will really remember who he was.  And maybe a president of the day will recognize him and say hey, you know, he was right about that, but don’t hold your breath.  It wasn’t until 1976 that Gerald Ford recognized Tokyo Rose and pardoned her, but everybody still thinks of Tokyo Rose as a traitor.

This, this is her microphone that was used to help the Americans and to warn them.  This was taken by somebody who tried to burn Radio Tokyo down.  See, there were five Tokyo Roses, but the one that went to prison was on our side.  History tells a truth.

Today is the 150th anniversary of the Gettysburg Address.  President couldn’t show up, and when he did, Ken Burns is now saying that he specifically asked him to drop the “under God” out from the address.  Maybe he did.  Maybe he didn’t.  I don’t know.  I would’ve never accused him of lying, but I don’t know what the truth is anymore.

Lincoln spoke these words.  This is the Gettysburg Address, spoke these words on these two pieces of paper.  This is a very old copy, by the way, obviously not the real Gettysburg Address.  But he spoke these words.  That’s it.  At a time when America was at its breaking point, America literally hung in the balance, they didn’t know what was true.

He united the country by reaffirming America’s virtues and her commitment to the idea that all men are created equal, that we now here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain, that this nation under God shall have a new birth of freedom, and that governments of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth.  Lincoln spoke the truth.

Today, we’re lied to.  He died because of that truth.  This is a piece of his bed sheet, and you can see the faded bloodstains here as they took the bed sheet and actually pushed it into his skull trying to stop the bleeding.  People die for the truth, so why don’t we value the truth anymore?  Why don’t people just give you the truth?  Why don’t you say the truth no matter how ugly or scary it is?

Because people are afraid or they don’t have the spine to deal with the problem.  They don’t have the spine to tell their kids you can’t sing.  They don’t know what to do, and so they kick the can down the road.  And some people do it because they can get what they want.  I’ll get free healthcare, doesn’t matter.  We’ll have a nice jobs report.  It doesn’t matter and crush Jack Welch.

Progressives lie because they are taught the ends justify the means.  Hey, ObamaCare is going to be great.  We’ve been trying to get it the right way.  We’ve been trying to convince people.  We can’t convince people.  It’s okay to lie.  You’re going to have to pass it to see what’s in it.  And people are stupid enough to buy it.

Prosecuting Tokyo Rose, it will make America feel good.  It doesn’t matter.  Okay, it’s one person, but it will make the collective feel good.  If we just lie on this one jobs report, we’ll get reelected, and we’ll be able to help people.  The ends justify the means.  This is the book that teaches this.  This is the book that the president taught when he was in college.  They say he was a constitutional scholar, my hat.  He taught this.

This is Saul Alinsky.  This is a copy that was signed by Saul Alinsky.  This is a copy I want to show you right here, the dedication page.  By the way, there’s a reason people don’t use fountain pens anymore, as you can see right here, although it has been freaking people out as I’ve been saying that that’s the sheet from Lincoln all day.

But here he says, “Lest we forget at least an over-the-shoulder acknowledgment to the very first radical, from all our legends, mythology, and history (and who is to know where mythology leaves off and history begins – or which is which), the first radical known to man who rebelled against the establishment and did it so effectively that he at least won his own kingdom – Lucifer.”

I’m sorry, Lucifer is the father of all lies, so if you know that, and you’re still doing this, I know who your father is.  The truth shall set you free, and you know, that’s not actually what was said.  I mean, that’s part of it, but that’s not the entire phrase, the truth shall set you free.  That’s only part of it.

The first part of that line is you will know the truth.  You will know the truth, and everybody does.  Everybody does.  You just have to stop and think about it.  You will know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.  When that was first uttered, the guys standing around the guy who said that said we’re are not slaves.  We came from Abraham, and we were freed by Moses.  What are you even talking about?

Anybody who lies, cheats, steals, tell this to your children.  I know you already do.  Anyone who hurts someone else is a slave.  We already fought to set men free, died to set men free.  One died to make men holy.  Only the truth works.  Only goodness prevails.  In the end, it does.  Jesus said I just do what I’ve seen my father do, and that’s how you will know me.  And I know you because I know who your father is.  I know you’re only doing what you’ve seen your father do.

It is the choice between good and evil, and it all starts with the simple truth.  It all starts with just doing the right thing.  So the job numbers came out, and they sucked, oh well, that’s the way it is.  There was the lie, the job numbers is down, and then they had to pile another one on, and they destroyed a man.

Don’t be a part of that at all, ever, ever, ever, ever.  Let the chips fall where they may.  The right path is here.  Choose the right path.  The time to choose it is now.  And only the truth leads to freedom.

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Ryan: The Ascent of Kanye West

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Apollo, god of poetry, light, prophecy, dance. Star of Greek mythology, rivaled only by Zeus, his father. God of justice. God of purification, knowledge, healing. God of the Sun. But most of all, god of music. So they called him the Leader of the Muses.

And on a bright Sunday morning midway through November, at the tail end of a decade, Kanye West looked out at the congregation of Joel Osteen's Lakewood Church, a 16,000-seater originally built for the Houston Rockets, and said, "Jesus has won the victory: Now the greatest artist God ever created is now working for him."

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Kanye's newest album, Jesus Is King, had been out for three weeks, and like every Kanye album, it was controversial, as adored as it was unaccepted.

Critics had shown a mostly tepid response, but nobody could tell if their disinterest was genuine, or if it was politically motivated.

After all, for the past year, Kanye had once again managed to penetrate the epicenter of American society. The last two Presidents had literally shamed and cursed Kanye, but, still, who could've guessed he would befriend this one?

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The week after Kanye's Olsteen appearance, at the House impeachment hearings, as the entire country watched and listened, Congressmen and diplomats would mention longtime Kanye collaborator A$AP Rocky no less than five times, in casual reference to the Kardashians and the deal between Trump and Sweden, struck at the urging of Kanye West.

Meanwhile, Jesus is King became the ninth consecutive Kanye album to debut at number one on the Billboard 200 — a feat he shares with Eminem and The Beatles — and the sixth time in the 2010s alone. And, to be fair, his only studio album not to debut at number one was The College Dropout, his first, which went triple platinum and earned the third-most Grammy nominations in one night, winning Best Rap Album and Best Rap Song with "Jesus Walks."

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Jesus is King was also the first record ever to top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums, Rap Albums, Christian Albums, and Gospel Albums simultaneously. All eleven tracks charted on the US Billboard 100, joining the other 96 Kanye songs to have landed on the Top 100.

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This album was different, and not just because of Kenny G. For the first time, Kanye was not a god or a self-destructive fallen angel. He was a father, a husband, a son, and, most important, a man full of belief, with his hands outstretched, surrounded by a choir.

"I remember sitting in the hospital at UCLA after having a breakdown," he told the congregation, "and there's documentations of me drawing a church and writing about starting a church in the middle of Calabasas."

That night, following an afternoon of ice-skating at the Galleria, Kanye returned to Lakewood Church and performed a concert. Imagine hearing a his electro-gospel opera in an arena designed, acoustically, for professional basketball games. Only better, because everything had been padded. With LSD graphics on the swirly blue carpet.

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When we experience art, it changes us.

So there I was, four rows from the stage, crying in front of FoxNews. Because Kanye had brought his Sunday Service choir with him, and they were singing "Ultralight Beam," one of the few perfect songs ever made, a song that played during my wedding ceremony, the song my daughter, God willing, will be born to, a song I have never once listened to without at least tearing up.

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"This is a God dream, this is a God dream. This is everything."

Kanye was the only person onstage dressed in his own clothing, a neatened blazer. The choir were draped in grey, like holy silhouettes.

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So who cares about FoxNews and their snotty reporters in their shoulder-padded blazers. The rest of us had drifted into the immediacy of it all. And I wasn't about to play stoic journalist here. I wasn't a reporter first and a human or an American later.

The choir zigzagged on the loft flanking the stage. Each of them had a headset microphone, like Garth Brooks.

God only knew how they sang so perfectly. How did they project their voices like that? More beautiful than anything we had ever heard, more beautiful than water.

After "Ultralight Beam," it was "Every Hour," the mesmeric opening track of Jesus Is King.

Sing every hour, Every minute, Every second, Sing each and every millisecond, We need you

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The performance felt all the more sacred because this was church, where people gathered to lose themselves, to sing as a chorus, to confront who they really are.

Across the street, one protestor stood hollering.

Meanwhile thousands of people waited at the entrance, giddy to get in. They would join us in no time. Soon, they would fill every seat in this church.

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That morning, Kanye told Olsteen,

"It's like the devil stole all the good producers, all the good musicians, all the good artists, all the good designers, all the good business people and said, 'you gotta come over and work for me.' And now the trend, the shift, is going to change."

Jesus Is King was the result of a new cultural and artistic movement that more or less started with 2016's Life of Pablo, Kanye's closeted gospel album. Which was a surprising departure from 2013's Yeezus, with its tangled social commentary and fashionable solipsism. And that drum sound, the one every half-decent producer has spent the last six years failing to emulate.

The 2010's saw him grow more cerebral. He even teased a book of philosophy titled Break the Simulation.

Then, in 2018, he released Ye, the second of five albums in a Kanye-produced series, all recorded at his Wyoming studio. In keeping with the criticisms of hip-hop he voiced on "Ye vs. The People"

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Kanye eschewed many of the themes he'd embraced for so long, replacing them with meditations on mental illness, fatherhood, suicide, love, and addiction. The album's working title had been "LOVE EVERYONE."

On "I Thought About Killing You," he raps,

The most beautiful thoughts are always beside the darkest.

The title "Ye" is not just the diminutive of "Kanye."

As he said in an interview

I believe 'ye' is the most commonly used word in the Bible, and, in the Bible, it means 'you,' so it's [saying] "I'm you, I'm us, it's us." It went from being Kanye, which means the only one, to just ye – just being a reflection of our good, our bad, our confused, everything, that I'm just more of a reflection of who we are, just as beings.

Philosopher Hans-Georg Gadamer wrote that

All individuality is a manifestation of universal life, and hence everyone carries a tiny bit of everyone else with him, so that divination is simulated by comparison with oneself.

In the months following the release of Ye, Kanye would live out this idea, and build his own movement, a reflection of who we are, then begin his church in Calabasas.

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At 10:30 that morning, the three of us — Samantha Sullivan, my wife Caroline, and me —- strolled into the arena and claimed seats in the media section.

That place resembled the inside of an ant colony. We were three ants.

The service began with errorless music, then shifted into a quick, stirring message by Osteen, who always seemed to appear onstage from nowhere, privvy to the kind of big-money stage tricks you find at a Shania Twain concert.

The entire place and all the Jumbo-Trons and all the people, it all had a cinematic presence.

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A preliminary giddiness spread through the room. Then, Kanye emerged, there on the stage, and the place erupted.

A man in a "Jesus is King" shirt danced around his seat.

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Everyone took their seats, but one man standing in the crowd shouted affirmations. "Speak truth my brother," he shouted.

The man shouted several more times, then Kanye politely told the guy to hold off on the support because it wasn't helping, because Kanye needed relative quiet to capture and release his flow.

The ceiling glowed in skittish purple.

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Kanye described the corrupting force of the media. A chill came over the room. Behind him, the unapologetic blue of Jesus Is King.

It was my first encounter with Joel Osteen, and I was surprised and somewhat baffled to find him likeable, based on everything I'd ever heard about the man.

Kanye said as much, that Osteen is nothing like the version of Osteen many people have broadcast.

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Osteen laughed, "When you've got Kanye defending you, you've made it, man."

Rays of light danced through the arena. I'm talking Pink Floyd light show levels.

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With 21 Grammys, Kanye is tied with Jay-Z as the most decorated hip-hop artist of all time.

Osteen asked Kanye what he would say to his younger self, if he could go back in time.

"You know, it's nothing I can say to the younger Kanye through words," he said. "I could speak to the younger Kanye through music."

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Osteen played the middle section of "God Is," arguably the focal point of the album.

And Kanye danced and rapped along with it. And the surreality of the situation was daunting. Was that really Kanye West up there? with Joel Osteen? dancing to his gospel song?

Six or seven years ago, I saw Kanye a mile away at the Toyota Center — coincidentally, the current home of the Houston Rockets — for his and Jay-Z's Watch the Throne tour. It was a much different experience than this.

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When Kanye finished, the media flooded out. As did a quarter of the people in the congregation. This bothered many of the regulars.

Security and ushers yanked big grey mop buckets from cabinets, and dispersed them down aisles, and money music played.

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Then the time for prayer. Prayer leaders lined the walls and pews. And anyone could walk over to them and pray. Men and women clung to strangers, crying sometimes, hugging. Holding hands, whispering phrases.

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One of the media coordinators pulled us out of the sermon, led us through passageways and elevators, past classrooms and security guards, through a black sheet, then behind a barricade.

This is where all the media had rushed off to like old folks trying to get the best seat for bingo.

Each news outlet was allowed one question.

After 15 minutes, the energy changed and you could tell they were near.

Then, Kim Kardashian-West was walking our way, holding her daughter's hand, followed by Kanye, who was followed by Osteen.

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"Nice tags," Kanye said, referring to my "GOOD" necklace.

Then:

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Some of the outlets asked more than one question, but that was on them. They were the ones sinning in church.

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As Kanye and Olsteen shuffled away, down the line of journalists, I said hello to a small crew from FoxNews as they packed their equipment.

"We're from TheBlaze," I said, smiling. To which they sneered and glanced at one another then got back to their conversation.
Samantha rolled her eyes and the three of us wandered around for an exit.

"Did we just get stiff-armed by Fox News?" Said one of us. "I didn't think they were allowed to look down on anybody."
"I've had that with people from Fox on several occasions," one of us replied.

"I mean, I thought I was doing them a favor a favor by acknowledging them. Nobody else does."

Then it happened again, a few minutes later, this time with someone we had worked with, someone who knew us.
You bet we were salty.

Bad as it felt to be judged like that, it was good to be underestimated. A relief. It meant we could perform without anyone caring or watching.

They had no idea who we were or what we were really doing. Good.

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In November 2007, Kanye's mother died during a routine surgery. He and his mom, Dr. Donda West, had always been incredibly close. She raised him alone, after Kanye's father left, when Kanye was three.

A few months later, his engagement with Alexis Phifer abruptly ended.

He was 30 at the time.

Oddly, this tragic sequence of events would cause the birth of auto-tune in rap. Broken-hearted, Kanye wanted to sing. So he ran his voice through a vocoder.

Kanye's album 808s & Heartbreak, which like Jesus is King has no curse words, shoved music ahead at least two decades, into a world of synth-driven robotic R&B/Rap love songs belted out in janky auto-tune. That description doesn't sound ridiculous today. But that's only because Kanye eschewed the stale hip-hop of the early 2000s and reinvented the genre, something he has accomplished with every album.

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Then, he went on tour. But he never took off any time following his mother's death. And, by the 2009 MTV Video Music Awards, he'd fallen to what he calls his sunken place.

He and then-girlfriend Amber Rose brought a bottle of Hennessy with them to the award show. They took slugs in the limo. Then on the red carpet.

When Taylor Swift won the award for Best Female Video, Kanye stormed the podium, sunglasses on, and grabbed the microphone, said "Imma let you finish," then let everyone know the award should've gone to Beyoncé, for "Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It)."

He was kicked out immediately. He tweeted, "Everybody wanna booooo me but I'm a fan of real pop culture... I'm not crazy y'all, I'm just real."

Followed by an apology. Then a few days later, during an appearance on debut episode of "The Jay Leno Show"

Leno asked Kanye, "What do you think [your mom] would have said about this?"

That hit Kanyelike a punch to the jaw. He teared up, froze.

He publicly apologized to Swift. Several times.

But it did little to quell the blowback. Once again, it felt like the entire nation hated Kanye. Compounded by a hot-mic recording of Barack Obama — the country's first black President — calling Kanye a jackass.

So the embattled Kanye retreated to Hawaii to record a masterpiece, 2010's My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy.

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"We are a Christian country," Kanye said at one point, to uproarious applause.

The vast majority of Americans, 90 percent, believe in a higher power.

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And America has the largest number of Christians in the world, with roughly 167,000,000, comprising 65-to-70 percent of the population. But that's down from 80 percent, as part of a downward trend over the last two decades.

The percent of Americans who attend a religious service of any kind — church, synagogue, or mosque — is even lower, less than half.

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One political scientist blamed the public's growing distrust in institutions. Another blamed conservatives. A writer from New York Magazine took it a step further.

Meanwhile, David French.

As always, the issue is far more nuanced than either side will admit.

Somehow, in the last twenty years, church and religion had become not just uncool, but slightly villainous.

All day, every time I looked around — at people singing, at people dancing, at people crying in joy or in the relief and recognition of their pain — I thought, "How could this ever be a bad thing?"

Photo by Caroline Ryan

I had spent my life going to concerts, had seen Kanye West numerous times, and this was something other than a concert, and unlike anything I'd seen from Kanye. It was also more than just religious or spiritual.

A family of strangers in a city of 6 million, in a world of 7-and-a-half billion, broadcast live, led by a man who fought off the devil in front of us for years. Who struggled with life just like we do, only we could nitpick through the one-way mirrors of our phones and our TVs.

But, now, he had been baptized in public.

Photo by Caroline Ryan

Some people were still negative about Kanye's recent faith, especially Christians. As Kanye raps on "Hands On"

What have you been hearin' from the Christians?
They'll be the first one to judge me
Make it feel like nobody love me

Consensus was, they couldn't believe him. As a Kanye fan since I was 13, I can tell you that he is genuine. It's really his only setting. Plus, his spiritual transformation has been building for quite some time.

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By the time we returned to Lakewood that evening, the sky had turned dark blue, and frantic with airplanes.

The sidewalks around the arena overflowed with people. Police cars jutted out in crooked lines to block entrances or exits, the strobe of red-white-blue whirling onto pedestrians' faces.

Across the street, facing the giant arena, a man with a bullhorn ranted about the evils of sinful music.

Earlier that day, sheepish protestors had occupied the spot, holding red poster-sized letters that spelled out "I M P E A C H." There were only four of them, though, so they had to double up and share, and sometimes the "H" slanted down or the "I" slipped loose.

"Impeach Kanye?" one of us said, laughing.

"Kanye 2020," shouted someone.

The air was electric. People bounced when they stepped, or walked faster than normal, or turned oddly as they spoke like a third-year professor.

They sang along as they passed traffic-jam cars, most of which were blasting Kanye.

A chorus of police whistles and the usual rumble of semi-trucks passing on US-59. Just down the street, porn shops and strip clubs and a Ferrari dealership. Immediately Southwest, the Mahatma Ghandi District. West, the Galleria, home of the opulent Galleria mall, where Kanye and Kim and family gone ice-skating earlier.

Inside the arena, a different world, low-lit and glowing. A dreamscape of lambent crimsons and violets, a deeper, warmer, slower take on the lights atop the police cars outside. Globular squares of blue were arrayed along the ceiling.

Photo by Caroline Ryan

When the musicians emerged to their instruments, the arena was still half-empty. The show had already been delayed 40 minutes. The demand to get in was so ferocious that the security gate was jammed up like a glass Ketchup jar.

Then, like spirits, men and women drifted onstage in all-grey uniforms and matching hats that looked like they should say "VIETNAM VETERAN" but actually said "Sunday Service."

Every single member wore brand-new grey YEEZY Boosts.

From the start, the performance was cinematic, a sort of new-world opera sung by a chorus of young American muses with nose rings or gold chains or dreadlocks or pink hair.

Photo by Caroline Ryan

From the huddle, a young man rose, and began reciting a poem. It was the invocation of the muse.

Gadamer wrote that poetry "becomes a test of what is true, in that the poem awakens a secret life in words that had seemed to be used up and worn out, and tells us of ourselves"

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After a whirling rendition of Carl Orff's "O Fortuna," the choir began "Ultralight Beam."

They let the song spread. It grew enormous.

The air swirled as the song widened.

Kanye waited out of view, then appeared without ceremony.

A collective gasp when people recognized the melody of Stevie Wonder's "Overjoyed." Which sounds like a dream already, with all that wilderness.

So it was even stranger when the song morphed into SWV's "Weak," a skating rink anthem written by Charlie Wilson of the GAP Band. A classic.

The choir were their own countervailing force. Yet they also connected us to the drama of the performance.
Looking back, I wish I could live in those moments forever.

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Then came their cover of "Father Stretch My Hands" by Pastor T.L. Barrett And the Youth for Christ Choir.

Father Stretch My Hands www.youtube.com

Kanye has paid homage to Barrett's track on two different songs, from two different albums.

It was his prayer.

Pastor T.L. Barrett, a man who's lived an exciting and at times difficult life, only to become a Pentecostal preacher on Chicago's south side, and form a choir of 40 teenagers from his weekly choir practice.

If you dive into Barrett, you'll better understand what Kanye is doing.

*

Ten seats from Kim Kardashian-West, Rep. Dan Crenshaw (TX) stared ahead in a neat grey suit, occasionally poking at his phone and blasting people on Twitter.

Which means there were at least two people in the building who have appeared on Saturday Night Live.

There were other politicians, including Texas lieutenant governor Dan Patrick. And even more at the earlier service. You could tell they were politicians the same you can tell a vegan burger from a real Whopper. Several times, Kanye held up his phone up and read the words from his newer songs.

Like "Selah," which built into "Hallelujah"s at the end, intoxicating and perfect, like being sucked into an undertow. Which led into "Follow God," a continuation of "Father I Stretch My Hands."

Kanye uses the image of stretched hands to express his own submission and the process that leads to his healing. As a reference to John 21:18

Very truly I tell you, when you were younger you dressed yourself and went where you wanted; but when you are old you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will dress you and lead you where you do not want to go.

But the song is also about Kanye's literal father, and an argument they had. Then, under it all, he adds a sample of "Can You Lose By Following God" by Whole Truth. He ended the song with his Kanye shriek, somewhat confusing and abrasive with a choir present.

Then — something I did not expect. The thumping bass of Cajmere's "Brighter Days (Underground Goodie Mix)."

And now this was cosmic gospel.

It felt like a rave. Have you been to a rave? It's people dancing, taking MDMA. That is what it felt like.

Flourishes like that were part of Kanye's genius. No other gospel performance would dare. You won't find that kind of diversity at any other hip-hop show, either. The acoustic instruments, the choir. Maybe during a set by electronic musicians like Moodyman or DJ Koze. But, no choir. Yet here Kanye was, at Joel Osteen's church, blasting classic techno.

Oddly enough, though, the most popular song of the night was "Closed on Sunday," Kanye's ode to Chic-Fil-A.

Everyone in the arena knew the words. So then there were two choirs, in a dialogue. I didn't think it was possible, but the collective harmony got even more intense and engulfing than it had all night. So much so that the house speakers started to peak in one corner of the arena.

Photo by Caroline Ryan

The Ancient Greeks were the first to use a chorus. In the 5th Century B.C., 50 actors would gather in the orchestra pit and sing in unison, commenting on the action of the play, describing scenes to the audience. They were a collective force. They represented one character, who was able to connect the audience to the characters and events onstage.

Kim Kardashian was front and center filming with her phone, as two of the West kids jumped around on the trippy blue carpet.

The performance was nearing its end, and suddenly Kanye was dressed like everybody else in the choir. Grey Yeezy kit and the Sunday Service hat. His transformation. From Kanye West to Pastor Ye, stretching hands.

Then, he was gone.
One by one, the choir began fluttering off the stage, to the Clark Sisters' "You Brought the Sunshine."

Half were gone, when I noticed the singer with braided hair crying. With every exhale, she collapsed her hands into the floor. Let them fall like tired flowers. Arrayed in fitful blue. She gasped. She heaved her shoulders like a wingspan. For a moment it was like she would actually take flight.

A security guard peered over the railing from above the stage. He looked like God.Symbolically, he was.

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Ryan: Suction energy, pt. 1

Photo by Sean Ryan

After his speech at the Boone County fairgrounds, Joe Biden nodded and people engulfed him like he was their oxygen. Journalists shouted questions, photographers shoved people aside. Biden's bodyguards even drew closer. I found a good oak tree and hid out in the shade, 100 yards from the chaotic huddle.

Photo by Sean Ryan

They shoved closer and closer and closer, with a vacant urgency to their eyes. They had to get as close as possible. It was like some force of nature had taken control of everyone, and now their only goal was to merge their lifeforce with Biden's.

The frenzy of writhing arms and contorted bodies reminded me of Shark Week, when the hulking Great White breaks through the protective cage and how's the diver gonna make it out alive this time?

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A need for convergence, often leading to upheaval.

Most of the Democratic candidates caused this effect. As did their opponent, to a far greater degree. Because he was the president, and he was Donald Trump, so, for the time being, he embodied this magnetism more fully than anyone else in the entire world.

Photo by Sean Ryan

Every time Trump entered a room or a building or a space of any kind, every person within a reasonable distance felt it. And they couldn't help but bob their head around, and arch up on their tiptoes, scouring till they saw him, and then all they could do was lean forward and wonder if it was actually him.

Some of the Democratic candidates had a stronger magnetism than others. Which meant the gravitational pull had laws that guided it. The term I started using for it was "suction energy."

It was something you could physically feel.

At the Iowa State Fair, Bernie Sanders' suction energy was so intense, so visceral that it reminded me of a hurricane.

Photo by Sean Ryan

People wanted to be as close to the man as possible. They wanted a picture. Proof that it happened—that they had actually seen someone that famous.

And they were perfectly right. And their reactions were understandable and lovely even, and altogether innocent. Encouraging. Because they were genuine.

Even journalists were susceptible to suction energy. In fact, they could spazz even harder. Unlike the public, they were there as workers.

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Suction energy is an art, something you cultivate. But it's also a result of luck and reality. Some people will just never have an ounce of it.

Take, for instance, Jay Insleey, who was apparently a Democratic presidential candidate in the 2020 election. At some point in my travels, I wound up in the same place as him.

Maybe it was a couple times. A couple, two, three. I can't remember.

All I know is that I went to Clear Lake, Iowa for the Democratic Wing Ding, to see Joe Biden and Elizabeth Warren and the 20 other candidates, and this guy Jay Insless ... sorry, I mean Inslee took the stage at some point. It's hard to say when exactly because, as I mentioned, he was impressively forgettable, like a human thumbtack.

Wing Ding featured Jay Insee?Photo by Sean Ryan

He was yammering about something, and, man, he looked and sounded like P.C. Principal, from South Park, and that was pretty funny.

I told my dad, and then we were both laughing. Then my dad did an imitation of P.C. Principal, and we were really hooting.
Then all I could think about was P.C. Principal. So I ducked out into the hall to watch a P.C. Principal clip compilation, and I laughed and laughed and nobody went "Shush!," because there were plenty of others like me.

Photo by Sean Ryan

And, boy, I laughed. I was actually a bit sad when the clip was over. I'd forgotten where I was, and when I caught a glimpse of the guy onstage, my sadness deepened into pity. The feeling you get when you realize that the amateur thinks he can beat the professional. When the replacements think they will know valor. When your dog thinks they're going to the park, but really it's the vet, and they wake up without balls.

Do we have an obligation, a moral imperative, to tell a Square when she's trying to shove into a Triangle hole? How much teeth-lettuce does a person lodge into their incisors before you are inclined to alert them?

Like, after this speech, that guy John Insley, would wander around the walkways of the Surf Ballroom, same as Kamala Harris and Andrew Yang, only he'd lack their glow.

Crowds flocking to Kamala HarrisPhoto by Sean Ryan

At one point, he'd clench his jaw into what must have been a smile, ready for any nearby journalists to sneak a candid photo or rush forward for a quote.

Photo by Sean Ryan

If any of the others noticed, they didn't let on. So here was this chubby kid in a costume knocking on the front door, and I know full well Halloween was weeks ago, but who's gonna feed the harmless lie if I don't?

Photo by Sean Ryan

Nobody, that's who.

So I groaned and shrugged and told my dad, "Let's give the tubby kid some Starburst."

"Wha?" he asked.

Then I asked would he get a picture of that candidate over there.

"Who," he replied. As in, "I can't see an important person over there, which one is running for president?"

In other words, Insleep had absolutely zero suction energy. To a near-magical extent.

Within a few weeks, he would announce the end of his campaign on The Rachel Maddow Show.

Yet there he was, somehow center stage, looking out at the packed Surf Ballroom, where, on February 2, 1959, Buddy Holly played his last show.

Photo by Sean Ryan

Buddy Holly, now there's a man with suction energy. So much suction energy that, when he died, music went with him.

*

When I saw Kamala during the week of the Iowa State Fair, she was at the height of her campaign, having climbed to second place, within nine points of Biden.

Everywhere I went, there was Harris, with her personalized KAMALA bus, and her chartered press pool, and her entourage of staff and fans and media.

Photo by Sean Ryan

On the first Saturday of the Fair, my dad and I wound up seeing Harris five times. Five times! In part because she could hustle. She wanted that job. But also because she understood power and optics.

Before her speech at Jasper Winery, (when she played savage 4D chess with Andrew Yang, she spoke to several hundred people packed into the atrium of Valley Southwoods Freshman High School in West Des Moines, her fourth rally of that day.

Photo by Sean Ryan

When she finished her speech, a horde surged straight for her, eighty or so.

Photo by Sean Ryan

Just a month earlier, The New Yorker had run a glowing profile on Harris. That was huge. As of the release of this story, Harris was the only 2020 presidential candidate that The New Yorker had featured.

Photo by Sean Ryan

At that point of the election, excitement for Harris was so intense that it seemed obvious she would get the nomination, or close to it. So I wrote five pieces about her.

But by the time I finished all five stories and added them to the publishing schedule, Harris had sunk 11 points to 4 percent, which put her in 8th place. In New Hampshire, the first state to hold primaries, she was polling at 1 percent. By comparison, Biden, Warren, and Sanders were locked at 19.

Now, the only headlines were about her foundering campaign and her dwindling cash and her downsized staff. In each case, the sentiment was the same, "Whatever happened to Kamala Harris?"

Which answer a question I posed in my first story. Would Harris "I got this one in the bag" attitude help her or ruin her? Turns out the ostentatious bus and the unnecessary press accommodations had been a premature move, and now she just seemed cocky.
Because suction energy can, and often does, vanish in an instant.

A Bernie can always become a Jay InslepInslee. Nobody is immune, no matter how powerful they appear. Look at Bill Cosby. Harvey Weistein. Both were godlike in their power. Both had a gravitational pull so intense that they raped women for decades and nobody did a thing. Cosby's suction energy was so intense that he collected honorary degrees like a vacuum collects dog hair. 70 of them. Then, off to prison to eat pudding in the dark.

By the time I saw Harris at the Democratic Debate in Houston, a month after she stormed Iowa, she'd begun transforming into Joe Biden, focused on all the wrong things, laughing at her own jokes, without realizing that nobody else was laughing.

New installments of this series on the 2020 elections come out every Monday and Thursday. Check out my Twitter. Email me at kryan@mercurystudios.com