Updated: Jan 17
Western thought is based on a culture that denigrates women and slaves. From the white pillars of the Acropolis to the slave-built White House in Washington DC, that certain men are created equal holds—as long as their anatomy bypasses wombs and melanin.
They need us to prop them up. We decline at our peril, get hunted down and slaughtered, gassed in the streets and hustled into unmarked vans. An occasional Sultan or President stoops to set us free, yet in the Reconstructions and Reconciliations a new Apartheid is forced down our throats. We try to beat them at their own game, wear suits and ties, get rich enough to eat the poison cake. We become them, and disappear.
We strive for a Democracy truly whole, one that lives up to its logical goal. For if we all count, the count must include us all. Born in the seeds of exclusion, the body politic evolves in salty gasps and budding limbs, climbing out of a distant sea, Mare Nostrum, to the shining shores of a mighty land, to a cruel place built upon our sweating backs, to children born of our labor, to a future born of an unalienable dream.
13 DECEMBER 2020
Updated 17 JANUARY 2021