The Big Lie

 

I have always known I wasn’t free in this society, racism is a prison in and of itself.  I’ve always known that my progress and self-actualization were influenced by racism. I didn’t understand the depth and complexity of my enslavement until 2021. Now, I know that I’m a slave in this reality. I am but a mere pawn in a game of exploitation and deceit, an insignificant piece in a racist game where I don’t know the rules, where the rules change, where the rules I’ve been given actually hurt me and benefit others in ways I can’t comprehend. It’s apparent to me that the Big Lie has nothing whatsoever to do with the election of Agolf Twitler but rather the massive and magical manipulation of time and consciousness that distorted history and turned people of African descent into beasts of burden for white exploitation. 

I know deep in my soul that there is no way in hell that the history of this country, the timeline that we have been force-fed, is accurate which means no history is correct, it means that all history is “his story”, made up, constructed to distort the truth.   I know that this country, its cities, building, it’s infrastructure had to be established, built, constructed long before the accepted timeline that the United States educational system taught me. I know that current technology is far more advanced than we have been told. I know that there exists a different dimension where my actions here unknowingly benefit or enrich others in ways that I’m unaware of.  The system is built to exploit and oppress and I’m a pawn. 

What little I know, I know is unfair.