The Doctrine of Deception: Candace Owens and the Currency of Contradiction
There Is No Forward Here—Part III
By Taylor Allyn
July 17, 2025
"Look upon me, you who reflect upon me, and you hearers, hear me."
—The Thunder Perfect Mind
Something ancient lives in the way we sell ourselves for safety. Our grandmothers knew it—the way survival could make you complicit, the way proximity to power could feel like protection right up until it didn't. But what they couldn't have imagined was how that same ancient bargain would find new forms, new stages, new applause.
Candace Owens isn't breaking news. She's old news dressed in new clothes, selling the same snake oil Black folks have been peddling to white audiences since Reconstruction. The only difference now is the platform. The only tragedy now is the price.
False Prophets in White Churches
She stands at the pulpit of conservative conferences like she's delivering good news, but her gospel is older than CPAC, older than Turning Point, older than whatever think tank writes her talking points this week. It's the gospel of the house slave, updated for Instagram. The same message:
"Master isn't that bad if you learn to love the house."
Owens isn't misunderstood—she's manufactured. Not born, but built.
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