Dear white community,

As of late, you have engaged in a public discussion, in regards to the level of dysfunction and depravity within the Black community, and why it exists.

I care to respond to your perspective, and intend to gauge your level of comfort with my criticism; I expect that you will not accept my constructive criticism as such, and will accuse me of being motivated only by hatred for you.

Imagine a fishbowl. Within this fishbowl swims a little black fish.

The water within is discolored and unclean. The little black fish looks sickly and depressed, swimming quite slowly and projecting a troubled temperament.

Gathered around the fishbowl are a number of white persons. In observation of the little black fish, they scratch their heads, wondering what's wrong with it.

"What a pathetic little thing" they say. "He is so ugly" they declare. "YECHH!!!"

For whatever reason, they are unable to realize the dirtiness of the water is what ails him, and it is they who have failed to ever change it.

You feel me?

It is said by you that Black people have failed to engage the necessary effort to improve themselves.

What vile, disgusting people you are. What nerve you have, what audacity.

Do you see the Black boys, just teenagers, hanging from the end of the ropes? With their eyes stabbed out? With their fingers severed? With holes in their chests from where the crowbar was slammed? With their genitals severed? Do you see what remains of their burned bodies? Do you recall standing in front of their mutilated dead bodies with your very young children and smiling for the cameras? Do you recall the memorial postcards you sent to one another?

Why was this done to them? For what reason?

It was because they did not accept the lowly, degraded position you determined for them in life. They did not accept your assertion that God had made them inferior, intending them only to hew your wood and draw your water, intending them only to humble-down and play shut-mouth in your presence. You proclaimed them to be wild, noxious, murderous, raping black beasts.

They did not accept this.

They did strive against ; they endeavored to rise above it.

Because of this effort, you engaged in a campaign of murderous terror, aimed at thwarting this effort, under the guise of protecting the sanctity of white woman hood from what you said was the depraved sexual impulses of the noxious Black beasts; all the while, you stood upon your soapbox and declared yourselves the champions of human rights to the world, encouraging the rest of humanity to emulate your example.

For this reason you did this to them, the young Black boys, the Black babies.

What effort have you made to improve yourselves? You have never made any such effort; declaring that whatever it is that ails you, this collective psychosis affecting your people, can only be cured by some unexplained mystical quality which naturally exists in the passage of time, with unequaled gall, you have instructed Black people to lower the volume of their impatience with your degraded condition, and to wait.

You now declare yourselves cured, and accuse Black people of failing to make the necessary effort to improve themselves, the same effort for which you slammed crowbars through the chests of their young sons.

What vile, disgusting people you are.