The Poison of the World

Amerikkka doesn’t work. This is not a functional society. It is an experiment. A birth to prison pipeline that relies on subjugating people just enough to keep us busy and complacent. It reinforces a hierarchy that sells the illusion that you can escape the bottom through magical labor — the magic part being your capacity for violence — your willingness to exploit and oppress others. It doesn’t always work. In fact, it rarely works but it works enough for an intentionally impoverished people to engage in the foulest acts for the crumbs of “authority” and “power” that come with being the community narc.

Race is the imaginary line in the sand that separates these oppressed people from those oppressed people whose skin color and appearance indicates they deserve to be oppressed. So rather than eliminating oppression, white people keep trying to cash in on their caucasian lottery ticket in hopes that their violent anti-Blackness will somehow save them from the manufactured oppression of the “elites” even while they maneuver to survive it.

“At least we’re not them,” they tell themselves as they swallow their own tails in the fruitless quest to escape the man-made prison of poverty inflicted upon them. “Look at what I can do to them, how I can hurt them with impunity,” they silently scream with every word and act of violence they inflict upon those across the invisible line. “I am…