Drilling the Lives Out of the Innocent Is the American Way
When you think of White Privilege — you think of the cops suited for another round of murderous mayhem. You imagine your staged job interview that could change your life or leave you forever changed because someone else was born the right way. You scream at the wall for the hassle of knowing that no matter how good you are — being overlooked is a blatant possibility.
You could be shot dead for a traffic violation. Thrown into a cell for being too black and too defiant. You could fall into the streets with a bloody concussion because you were caught walking at night. You could be slammed against the wall for being young and purposeful. You could encounter White men in blue who just don’t want you around. Just because…
Yes, White Privilege has its privileges.
There’s more. So much more that surpasses the daily routine of being Dangerous While Black.
There are others like us who don’t share our hue — but can reconcile the shitty nature of being born in a region that automatically reduces their life expectancy to almost zero.
A lot of them died recently.
The pictures were grotesquely summoned for sympathy but none of you participated — mainly because they belong to the corner of the earth that leaves very little room for empathy.
Syria? Where the hell is that?
It’s closer than you think so watch out. This is the plaza of illegal activities. Shit is going down in Syria that may cost you more than you are willing to sacrifice. And the best part is that you don’t have any control because you’ve spent all your days mourning the more impeccable cities and eating up the jargon of news organizations that are designed to reduce your brain cells.
Guess what? The joke is on all of us.
The rich, powerful and greedy White business men and politicians really do have the bitch of their dreams. Turns out that our President who we worship to high esteem is kind of a thug. Not because he means to be but because it is a necessary asset to stimulate the economy of the United States of America.
The air strikes in Syria wasn’t a miscalculation. The bombs were strategically levied. The casualties were figured into the grand scheme of ensuring that the oil flows without restrictions — even though such activity is deemed illegal.
The law doesn’t apply to the elite because they’ve earned the right to curse the meek of the earth. It’s about funneling the mission of greed and abominable quests in order to secure the rights and statutes of moguls who are too jaded to be assholes.
These guys are murderers.
So is our Commander-in-Chief who commanded the direction of missiles for the pure pleasure of ensuring that his future after office will blaze the sky even brighter than when we discovered him.
I don’t hate President Obama. He’s a good man and a coward. Which means that he is not unique.
Politics is a dirty business.
As we tolerate this jaded climate of political warfare — it may help to be attentive and sensitive to the rhetoric. Donald Trump proudly distributes his hateful language and the danger is that it is a little too easy to translate. His supporters are enjoying the freedom of watching Black people burn and they are hoping to escalate this season for years to come.
Hillary Clinton doesn’t care about Black people at all. Her itinerary reeks of desperation and intent — to fulfill her destiny. I hope she does.
I would rather have a leader who could give two fucks than a monster who does.
Stop pretending like you don’t care or don’t care enough to care. Halt your blinded adherence to replays that reveal nothing at all and everything that suffocates your faculties from the reality of what the future could possibly present.
Victims lay in wait for the blast of their lives and death.