It is an obvious fact that if America likes let them have twenty elections in one year. If they like let them drive away twenty Trumps from their WHITE house. If they like let them impeach every one in government, it does not make one diddle doo. The evil bird that has been hooting in that land will continue hooting. The very sad truth is that the sickness of America in endemic. It is a rotting societal cancer, which instead of facing it boldly and exorcising it, they have decided to live in denial of it. Thinking that if they gloss it over or sweep it under the carpet of political imbalances, they it will go away. The name of this disease is Racism.Some white folks in that country have lived under the absolutely idiotic illusion that the country belongs to them, that it is their bonafide property to do with as their little minds devise. Every other person that is not like them has no right to say one word unless granted permission to by them. Those who to not belong to their twisted ilk dare not aspire to higher ideals in America, for it is their preserve only. How dare you try to live in the neighborhood as they if you are not as white as they are. That some of them are third or even second generation immigrants to that land don’t mean anything to them. That there are original owners of that land whom they have dumped in reservations and made laws that grant them permission to enjoy the benefits of their God given land is not to be spoken about. That most of their forebears met generations of Africans there, instead of opening their eyes to the true history of the land, immerses them deeper into the murk of their ignorance and stupidity.
A video has been trending recently of a white boy resisting arrest and the police were holding him to the ground. The white trash could be heard by the whole world screaming “Why are you treating me like a – – – black man?”
Unfortunately, as repulsive as that may sound, a deeper social psychology research will reveal that a considerable number of American white folks operate under that sad impression that that the buttered side of the societal bread in American is reserved for them. They have ruled that land with iron hands and so far seem to have getting away with it. That is why Trump could brazenly declare that he could commit murder in the middle of an American busy city street and get away with it. The brazen siege on or should one say rape of the supposedly untouchable virgin called the WHITE house recently by these obvious white supremacists is an overt indication of this.
However, the Black Lives Matter revolution that swept the whole land, and of course the entire world recently most have sounded as a clarion call to these narrow minded people as the beginning of the end of an era or should I say end of an error.
sadly, this terrible enigma called racism is not restricted to America only.
Hereunder is one European version.
Kay tells Lavery: “As a young girl growing up in Bishopbriggs in Glasgow I felt quite isolated and writing was my companion. I was a victim of a lot of racism.
“A boy was expelled from my primary school for making up sweets made of mud, shoving them into my mouth and saying: ‘That’s what you should eat because you’re from mud hut. That was my earliest experience of repeated racism and that was at the age of seven.
“When I went to Stirling University there were fascists there then. They put up posters with my name on them saying: ‘Would you be seen with that Irish Catholic wog called Jackie Kay?’ For some reason they thought I was Irish Catholic.
“They put razor blades behind the posters so that anybody who tried to rip them down would also get their hands shredded.
“I remember responding by calling a public meeting. I thought the thing to do when people are trying to attack and silence you is not to be silenced if you can help it.”
The two poets discuss how their experiences of racism have inspired their work, including Kay’s piece “In My Country” and “Scotland, You’re No Mine,” by Lavery.
Kay said: “It (In My Country) was inspired by so many people stopping me and asking me where I’m from in my own country. They were so busy seeing my face that they wouldn’t hear my accent.
“If you live in a country that you feel you belong to and that you love and people ask you where you are from all the time it is deeply hurtful.
Poet, playwright and performer Hannah Lavery also features in the Beyond Burns documentary.
Lavery tells Kay: “I was very vulnerable when I was writing it (Scotland, You’re No Mine) because it felt for a long time, especially growing up, like quite a complicated identity to own. It didn’t feel like one that really included me.
“I think the pain of being constantly questioned about your right to belong or right to claim an identity still feels very real and current.
“You being our Makar is a huge thing for women of colour, to see you representing us, representing poetry and words, and the way in which you embrace, and are hugely embraced by, this country.”
Kay says: “I’ve certainly found it’s been a long journey – it actually took me until I became the Makar – to feel that I properly belonged to my country.”
