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Enakeisha Orr
Here I lie...
In my grave
For I’ve already been found guilty
By trillions of strangers
Who never even knew me
I lay out…
In black
Asleep but no peace
For even in death
Is the “mark of the beast”
Life on display
Not in a wooden box
But in a screen of the people who side with the cops
— David Duke, “Will the White Race Survive?” June 22, 2010
Enakeisha Orr
“Are facts racist too? Are white parents racist because they don’t want their children to go to school where their
children are ten times more likely to be robbed or abused, intimidated, beaten, or even killed or raped? A
school where obscenity, drugs and violence and gangster rap are the dominant culture? Where sexual
intimidation, obscene or crude language, or even sexual assault is pervasive? Schools that academically
some of you don’t worry about the white children in those environments. It’s considered noble to concern yourself
with the well being of minorities even at the farthest ends of the earth. But if you’re white, and you concern
yourself with the well being of your own people, even of your own children, you’re deemed racist. The real
Original: “Are facts racist too? Are white parents racist because they don’t want their children to go to school where
their children are ten times more likely to be robbed or abused, intimidated, beaten, or even killed or raped?
A school where obscenity, drugs and violence and gangster rap are the dominant culture? Where sexual
intimidation, obscene or crude language, or even sexual assault is pervasive? Schools that academically
some of you don’t worry about the white children in those environments. It’s considered noble to concern yourself
with the well being of minorities even at the farthest ends of the earth. But if you’re white, and you concern
yourself with the well being of your own people, even of your own children, you’re deemed racist. The real
I do not belong, because I come from the wrong side of the tracks
Tracks built by your ancestors to make sure we had no power
You have deemed me unable to be educated
The same way your ancestors refused to free mine
Kept us locked away
Told us how to live
And deprived us from speaking
From learning
From being
Because I am done