As the true state of their lives becomes apparent, the family is really wondering if they will get out of the church alive, do they smell the building burning already?, because being skin white, they are now labeled, and present a 1% sanctioned reason for skin black to riot and destroy. With no police, the family knows it is jungle rule, might is right. As they recognize the systematic execution of the 1% plan to divide the nation, not just by politics, but by race and class, they know the skin blacks are actually white inside, having adopted all the methods and culture of the skin whites, the same, after all these years, and this is true, or else they would be shouting “Red Lives Matter”, packing up their shit and heading back to Africa telling the skin whites to go back to Europe.
But never mind, let’s hope when they leave the church the family is greeted by an intelligent mob led by Billy Kitten Foot, a red man that looks like an orange tabby with whiskers and tail, whose strength comes from overcoming and not acquiescing to the construct God of the 1%, and he invites the people to look around and see what is really going on.
boxcar
“We barely knew her.”
Glenn
HA!
“What was her name, anyway?”
Glenn
Sad to lose one who had become like family?
Or sad to lose a hard-to-replace dependable housekeeper?
Do white people even care know the difference?
Glenn
So sad to lose one so adept at removing tough laundry stains.
Good help is hard to fund.
As the true state of their lives becomes apparent, the family is really wondering if they will get out of the church alive, do they smell the building burning already?, because being skin white, they are now labeled, and present a 1% sanctioned reason for skin black to riot and destroy. With no police, the family knows it is jungle rule, might is right. As they recognize the systematic execution of the 1% plan to divide the nation, not just by politics, but by race and class, they know the skin blacks are actually white inside, having adopted all the methods and culture of the skin whites, the same, after all these years, and this is true, or else they would be shouting “Red Lives Matter”, packing up their shit and heading back to Africa telling the skin whites to go back to Europe.
But never mind, let’s hope when they leave the church the family is greeted by an intelligent mob led by Billy Kitten Foot, a red man that looks like an orange tabby with whiskers and tail, whose strength comes from overcoming and not acquiescing to the construct God of the 1%, and he invites the people to look around and see what is really going on.
“We barely knew her.”
HA!
“What was her name, anyway?”
Sad to lose one who had become like family?
Or sad to lose a hard-to-replace dependable housekeeper?
Do white people even care know the difference?
So sad to lose one so adept at removing tough laundry stains.
Do white people even care to know the difference?