NaBloPoMo post 23: Just Desserts
I don't hate Officer Darren Wilson. Nor do I hate George Zimmerman, nor the hundreds of other cops and cop-wannabes who have abused their power and been racist and bigoted in the treatment of the people they're supposed to protect and serve.
My hatred for fellow humans is a rare thing. I save it for people who create unjust wars, such as Dubya and Dick Chaney.
I can understand why a lot of people would like Darren Wilson dead right now, since a just trial is not happening. But I don't.
I want Darren Wilson, George Zimmerman, and all the other evil people to have a long, long life. I want them to be recognized on the street, and for people of all skin colors to give them baffled looks, sad eyes, angry glares. I want most of the food they get served to have an extra ingredient- spit. I want them to be stared at, so that especially when they're in racially diverse areas of their home cities and states, they feel ill at ease, distrusted, out of place.
I want them to be haunted by the boys they've killed. If not literally, then dreaming of their last pleading moments of life will do just fine. I want them to slowly feel less and less comfortable with the guns that once made them feel so brave and strong: I want them to see those guns dripping with innocent blood and come to loathe them.
I want their children, and their other young relatives, to one day read all about the murders they committed. I want their eyes to grow cold and suspicious, as they don't quite believe dad/uncle/cousin's protests of innocence, the more they read about the case.
These men have been found guilty of murder by the court of public opinion. If they were werewolves in the World of Darkness, they could have all kinds of awful Punishment Rites done on them. But the most suitable would be the Rite of Ostracism. They deserve to be cast out of their society: and if the racist idiots want them, they can have them.
How I wish we could cast all the racists out as well. But there's nothing to really be done about that, I must do what I have done for this much of my life. Stay the hell out of Texas, Alabama, Mississippi, and the rest of the Deep South.
My hatred for fellow humans is a rare thing. I save it for people who create unjust wars, such as Dubya and Dick Chaney.
I can understand why a lot of people would like Darren Wilson dead right now, since a just trial is not happening. But I don't.
I want Darren Wilson, George Zimmerman, and all the other evil people to have a long, long life. I want them to be recognized on the street, and for people of all skin colors to give them baffled looks, sad eyes, angry glares. I want most of the food they get served to have an extra ingredient- spit. I want them to be stared at, so that especially when they're in racially diverse areas of their home cities and states, they feel ill at ease, distrusted, out of place.
I want them to be haunted by the boys they've killed. If not literally, then dreaming of their last pleading moments of life will do just fine. I want them to slowly feel less and less comfortable with the guns that once made them feel so brave and strong: I want them to see those guns dripping with innocent blood and come to loathe them.
I want their children, and their other young relatives, to one day read all about the murders they committed. I want their eyes to grow cold and suspicious, as they don't quite believe dad/uncle/cousin's protests of innocence, the more they read about the case.
These men have been found guilty of murder by the court of public opinion. If they were werewolves in the World of Darkness, they could have all kinds of awful Punishment Rites done on them. But the most suitable would be the Rite of Ostracism. They deserve to be cast out of their society: and if the racist idiots want them, they can have them.
How I wish we could cast all the racists out as well. But there's nothing to really be done about that, I must do what I have done for this much of my life. Stay the hell out of Texas, Alabama, Mississippi, and the rest of the Deep South.