12/11/2025
🚨🔥THE FIRE THEY STARTED AND NOW WANT PRAISE FOR EXTINGUISHING🔥🚨
It always amazes me how easily racist bigots like Elon Musk twist their mouths to say that Black people should be grateful — grateful to white Union soldiers, grateful to the same society that set our world on fire and then demanded applause for tossing a bucket of water on the flames they themselves created.
They say, with their chests out and their ignorance shining,
“White people died to end slavery.”
As if that erases who built the system, who fed it, who protected it for centuries, and who bled under it.
Let’s make this plain:
White American chattel slavery was the worst slavery ever inflicted on human beings in the history of the world.
So imagine this:
A man builds a house full of people.
Then he sets the house on fire.
For centuries the flames consume everyone trapped inside.
Black men, Black women, Black children — bodies burning, screams ignored, humanity denied.
And the man who lit the match stands outside smiling, proud of his handiwork, proud of the wealth that fire gave him.
Then, centuries later — when the politics shift, when the flames are no longer profitable — he finally decides to put the fire out.
And now he wants praise.
He wants gratitude.
He wants a thank-you card.
He wants the descendants of the burned to bow down because he stopped burning them.
That is America.
That is the Union.
That is the lie they want us to swallow.
Even Abraham Lincoln — the man they use as a moral shield — said openly:
“If I could save the Union without freeing any slave, I would do it.”
He didn’t rush to end slavery.
He was forced into it by war, by rebellion, by circumstance.
The fire wasn’t put out because Black life suddenly mattered — it was put out because it endangered the house next door.
And after slavery fell, the fire didn’t stop.
It just changed shape.
Jim Crow.
Lynchings.
Sundown towns.
Mob violence.
Police terror.
Redlining.
Mass incarceration.
The Civil Rights Act wasn’t signed until 1965.
Most Black people alive today have parents who were legally classified as second-class citizens.
And even then — what good is a law if racist systems refuse to enforce it?
The last recorded lynching of a Black man in America wasn’t 1865.
It wasn’t 1920.
It wasn’t 1955.
It was James Byrd Jr., June 7th, 1998.
Dragged behind a truck by white supremacists until his head tore from his body.
I was 14.
A biracial boy in Arizona — already familiar with white terrorism — and I remember how that lynching hollowed something inside me.
How it made the world smaller, darker, more dangerous.
And how quickly America swept it under the rug, as if the blood wasn’t still fresh on the asphalt.
So when these racists say,
“Be grateful. White men died for your freedom,”
understand the poison in that statement.
That’s not gratitude they want.
That’s absolution.
It’s a way to rewrite the story, to soothe white guilt, to pretend the house wasn’t built on stolen bodies and stolen lives, to pretend the fire wasn’t deliberately set, maintained, and celebrated.
Black people don’t owe the arsonist a thank-you for finally dropping the torch.
And we never will.
