2016 Postmortem
Related: About this forumPeter Birkenhead indictment of racist terror:
Posted on facebook 7-9-2016
"Facebook removed my post from yesterday so I'm putting it back up here again:"
Heres what were gonna do. Were going to hunt you. Were going to trap you. Were going to tear you from the arms of your mother and call you cargo.
Were going to beat you. Were going to put you in a crouch under an all-day sun and deform you. Were going to forbid you to read.
Were going to lash your skin with salted leather if you read. We're going to rape your daughter if you read, or if you ever dare to stand up. Were going to tear your son from the arms of his mother, and were going to burn you alive if you look for him. We are going to kill you.
Were going to kill your children. Were going to leave your daughters to die in the mud after birthing our children. Were going to crush the bones in your childrens hands with the weight of great buildings. Were going to brand your children like beasts, raise great buildings on their backs and call them lazy. Were going to celebrate those buildings as our accomplishment.
Were going to write laws in those buildings that make it impossible for your grandchildren to enter them, or vote, or read or keep a family together. Were going to mock them for not being able to do those things. Were going to kill them. Were going to dare your grandchildren to vote, or love, or read. Were going to pull their bowels from their bodies or drown them or hang them when they try to do those things. Were going to tell stories of their ignorance and wickedness when they dont try.
Were going to kill your great grandchildren. Were going to taunt them with dreams. Were going to tell them what to dream, then mock them for dreaming those dreams. Were going to shackle their hands with their bootstraps. Were going to flail our arms and ball our fists and redden our faces in roaring incomprehension that they dont have jobs, or know the value of an education.
Were going to burden them with our fear. Were going to drop the immeasurable weight of our failures on them and laugh when they bend their spines. Were going to insist they straighten up. Were going to laugh at their names and erase their faces. Were going to steal their expressions of pain and call them our own. Were going to force them to deform themselves, to take the shape of our nightmares, to swell to the size of demons and make us fear for our lives instead of theirs. Were going to sigh about this on occasion.
Were going to pretend to not understand your great grandchildren. Were going to wonder what their problem is, and then were going to kill them. Were going to kill them by crooking our fingers. For putting their hands in their pockets. Were going to wish we didn't have to kill them, though, so that should count for something. Were going to kill them yesterday, today and tomorrow. Were going to hunt them, were going to trap them, and then were going to kill them.
And were going to want you to get over it.