I'm
obsessed with Trayvon
Martin.
I
don't understand why everyone isn't obsessed with Trayvon
Martin.
This
is so fucking fucked up.
I
thought maybe, after a day or two, my rage might die down a little.
But instead it's increased. And I'm glad of that.
We
should all be absolutely furious. We should all be shouting our fury
from the goddamn rooftops.
I'm
glad of the white-hot anger that burns in me. Anger at Trayvon
Martin's murderer, who gunned down a 17-year-old boy for the crime of
being black. Anger at the entrenched systemic racism that has thus
far kept the murderer from coming to justice. Anger at the entrenched
systemic racism that made this murder possible in the first place.
Anger at the people making excuses for this travesty of justice, and
at the people standing by in silence, and at the people who
participate, directly or indirectly, in the systems that perpetuate
injustice. Anger at myself.
A
common conservative argument against postmodernism is that it leads
to moral relativism. Funnily enough, the more deeply I delve into
postmodernism – as I deconstruct everything, including myself, to
the point that I don't know which way is up any more; as my theology
grows ever more convoluted, abstract, and self-contradictory; as I
despair of ever finding any meaning in the text other than my own
projections – in all this mess, my sense of right and wrong has
never been clearer.
This is fucking fucked up.
God,
keep us angry. It's all we have.
*Yawn*
ReplyDeleteSilly boy had it coming.
Kindly fuck off.
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