You want me to say something.

Fine, I’ll say something.

 

You, you people — you’re not a race, you are a virus.

Not a culture, not a community, not a civilization — a sickness. A contagion that spreads from one land to the next, leaving behind nothing but ruin.

 

You destroy the world.

Piece by piece, brick by brick, you dismantle what was whole, what was sacred.

 

Everything beautiful you poison.

Rivers, forests, cities, even souls — all touched by your hand turn sour, corrupted, twisted until they barely resemble what they once were.

 

You drag us from our home,

shattering generations, tearing mothers from children, sons from fathers.

 

You rape our daughters,

claiming them, breaking them, leaving scars that echo through families forever.

 

You murder our sons,

stealing their futures before they can even take their first steps into manhood.

 

You crack our spines and do all you can to break our will.

Chains, whips, prisons, laws — every tool forged for domination pressed into our flesh, into our spirit.

 

You stab us and then you put the knife in our hands and tell us it’s our fault.

You twist history, you write the story so that the victim becomes the criminal, and the criminal becomes the savior.

 

And if you don’t do it yourself you stand by, close your eyes and pretend that there’s nothing wrong.

You hide in silence, in comfort, in the luxury of denial. You let the cruelty happen right in front of you because admitting it would mean admitting your part in it.

 

And then you pray to your God to silence our screams

so that you can enjoy the happiness we built for you with our blood.

You kneel in your churches, in your pews, whispering for peace while you feast on the fruits of our labor, our pain.

 

But it’s not your fault.

It’s the only way you know how to be. It has been bred into you, taught to you, justified for you across centuries.

 

And the only thing that will change anything is if another virus comes along and does to you what you do to us.

If something forces you to taste the very poison you’ve poured on the world, only then will you know.

 

And I hope that happens very soon.

 

Sincerely,

Black People