Jamal nervously looked around as he tossed the loop of his rope around the marble statue of a white man, hoping for reassurance from his brethren.
“Am I doing the right thing?”, he thought to himself for a fleeting second, as the loud crowd grew with intensity around him. He grasped the rope harder, remembering that this was his chance to rewrite the racist history his grandparents endured. Jamal was lucky to grow up in the upper middle class, but always felt a tinge of guilt for not growing up with the “black struggle”. This scared him, and as his anger grew, further away that fleeting thought became.
“This is for every time a white person that was weirdly nice around me because they were wary of black people!” Suddenly he’s bombarded with a flurry of memories; “remember when you were 13 and that white girl asked to feel your hair?” These experiences of systematic racism weren’t all that bad in truth, but it proved that white men and women could be made to feel guilty. “Besides”, he thought, “there’s so many successful ones; they can afford to be lowered by society. Whites oppressed my grandparents - it’s only right that we reclaim what’s ours, and this group can make it happen.”
As Jamal adjusted and tightened the rope, he waited for the group countdown. When the time came, he began pulling as the structural integrity of the statue began to uproot. Back and forth, back and forth; the statue creaked the more the group screamed and pulled and the intensity grew with momentum. As it rocked further, there was a loud SNAP as the statue base finally uprooted.
“I can’t breathe!” He screamed, as the inanimate marble statue of white man crushed his upper body. It was in that moment that he had a moment of reflection; he watched the blood pool from his head on to the concrete, thinking to himself, “fucking white people...”
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10 Swagbag6969 2020-06-11
Confederate rises from the grave to say the N word one last time
6 Chad_Landlord 2020-06-11
The memes are coming to life
5 jailurk 2020-06-11
Y'alled in real life
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2 FukinSukinCukin 2020-06-11
Sinteint
3 jajajakel 2020-06-11
Jamal nervously looked around as he tossed the loop of his rope around the marble statue of a white man, hoping for reassurance from his brethren.
“Am I doing the right thing?”, he thought to himself for a fleeting second, as the loud crowd grew with intensity around him. He grasped the rope harder, remembering that this was his chance to rewrite the racist history his grandparents endured. Jamal was lucky to grow up in the upper middle class, but always felt a tinge of guilt for not growing up with the “black struggle”. This scared him, and as his anger grew, further away that fleeting thought became.
“This is for every time a white person that was weirdly nice around me because they were wary of black people!” Suddenly he’s bombarded with a flurry of memories; “remember when you were 13 and that white girl asked to feel your hair?” These experiences of systematic racism weren’t all that bad in truth, but it proved that white men and women could be made to feel guilty. “Besides”, he thought, “there’s so many successful ones; they can afford to be lowered by society. Whites oppressed my grandparents - it’s only right that we reclaim what’s ours, and this group can make it happen.”
As Jamal adjusted and tightened the rope, he waited for the group countdown. When the time came, he began pulling as the structural integrity of the statue began to uproot. Back and forth, back and forth; the statue creaked the more the group screamed and pulled and the intensity grew with momentum. As it rocked further, there was a loud SNAP as the statue base finally uprooted.
“I can’t breathe!” He screamed, as the inanimate marble statue of white man crushed his upper body. It was in that moment that he had a moment of reflection; he watched the blood pool from his head on to the concrete, thinking to himself, “fucking white people...”
1 cumgangster69 2020-06-11
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1 I-AM-PIRATE 2020-06-11
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1 cumgangster69 2020-06-11
That sounds unbelievably gay no
1 CEOofCapitalism1776 2020-06-11
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