The story is that we deserved it.
The story is that we had nothing before: no culture and no language and no civilization.
The story is that we were nothing before.
The story is mud huts and hot sun and sacrifices of goats.
The story is slaves. The story is masters.
The story is empires, but never our own.
The story is savage. The story is ugly. The story is Jim Crow.
The story is that we were discovered.
The story is that we were asleep and needed to be awakened.
The story is that a gun is an awakening.
The story is that we worshiped the hand that held the gun and not the gun itself.
The story is that we feared both.
The story is that we feel no pain and no fear and no love.
The story is that we feel nothing.
The story is that we washed the master's knives each night and never thought to slit his throat.
The story is burning bodies and burning churches and burning towns.
The story is that the trees were the executioners here.
The storynis that we loved the executioners here.
The story is burning. The story is war. The story is revolution.
The story is that we were saved.
The story is that we were saved, but from what?
