The Jena Six (Brilliant At Breakfast)
Remember the highly-publicized burial of the N-word a few months ago?
It was premature.
I can hear a loud knocking coming from inside the coffin. It’s like that horrifying scene at the end of Carrie when her hand surges upward from the grave. It’s alive as long as the hatred that fuels it keeps burning strongly. It’s alive as long as we give monsters permission to exist. It’s a vampire we half-heartedly try to kill with a rubber stake.
This culture puts more effort into killing cockroaches than bigotry.
If these psychos were marginalized, ridiculed, and prosecuted like they should be, they wouldn’t be a problem. It’s the clueless, confused and cowardly white assholes who don’t know (or, what’s worse, pretend that they don’t know) what’s going on that give these racist criminals alibis, safety, and legitimacy. Traitorous African-Americans like Uncle Clarence Thomas help tighten the knots in the nooses. And the news cheerfully adds to the fog by inundating us with loud nonsense about Britney, Lindsay, and Paris.
And when you ignore the cancerous rot that’s burrowing deeper into America’s soul, bad shit happens to black people, and it doesn’t stop. Amadou Diallo happens, Katrina happens, the Supreme Court disemboweling Brown happens.
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