Can I say how wild it is having grown up in America as a Black person, reading history that I knew was a lie and the sins were whitewashed. Benevolent slavery and whatnot. And to have the entire democracy almost crumble because we all agreed to tell the truth about this place?

And all that while being told by white people to “get over it,” “just drop it” and other cowardly shit, only to have the truth eating some racists up inside. They can’t live with themselves and where they come from and all their hate, so they try to overthrow the government.

And they legit kill people. Even people who look like them because they’re so rabid and incensed that the truth got out. The monster couldn’t keep up the ruse, so it turned on itself. Cause if they can’t have America they want it, then no one can.

Only in hindsight will it be clear how much this country is an allegory about the rot that happened when one doesn’t take responsibility for one’s actions.

When ending slavery was finally deemed a moral imperative they killed each other and us. When it became obvious that all of the shortcomings we faced were because of, not in spite of them they burned Tulsa and Rosewood to the ground.

I mean, the entire prison industrial exists to recapture Black people and stop families from thriving, and to hold others accountable while shrugging off any accountability the blood lust that by this point seems irredeemably engrained.

The reason republicans cling so hard to this being the best, most infallible country in the world is because they’re too cowardly to look in the mirror. They’ve been in the denial stage of grief for centuries.