The verdict is in and has been for some time. Whether boxed into being “black” or trapped into being “white,” you have simply refused to see the truth of your present circumstance. Black lives don’t matter here. In a white-dominated social order, they never will. Let the words roll on your tongue like fare enjoyed by the vultures of your youth. Black lives don’t matter here and they never will. Why can’t you sense that no amount of hopeful thinking or “progress” will change that fact? (Read More Below...)
In societies that value cultural affinity for white or white-like, “progress” (as James Baldwin so shrewdly perceived) is a measure of how white you become. History tells no lies. You know. Here, you will be relatively free—only. You are free to be you, but only the whitewashed you who is void of perceptible Africanicities. Keep an even keel. Conform not improvise. To what end?
You are free to be black, but only the black who is recovered from damages and is fully assimilated. Get it together. You are free to be African American, but only one who subordinates your cultural, sociopolitical, safety, and heritage conservation interests to that of white imperialism and permanent white-dominated social order. Don’t ask for much. Too late. You are free to observe and document violence against your persons or those of your kind but only if you get back when told, relent en masse under your handlers’ terror and branded authority. Remember to prayerfully pursue the justice myth. Wait for it. Wait for it. Wait. For. It. Like those before you. What constitutes a virtue in your present circumstance? Patience = Piece.
Get off your knees. Worship your interests with your feet. Speak. Sweat equity. Black lives don’t matter here and they never will. Here. In this ordered space. In the present times. At this created place. Black lives don’t matter. But to you? Doer. Yes, you. Seer. Already?