My 1975 Headlight Nacelle on a shelf in my Tobacco Barn in Eastern North Carolina. The reflection is from the box my Bushmaster came in. The old switch was for the fog passing lights.
I am done being the victim. There is only one way out. Play it how you want. But I am gonna assume I am already dead and take it from there.
How long we hang on, how far we get, how many of us make it out, all of that is now up to us. Wherever you are right now get up, and stop being ashamed of your identity. Know that they are more afraid of us than we are of them. Get out of your thought prison, take charge, and climb. They don't have the strength, dignity, and patience that we do.
I would rather die than give them what they want. They have been killing us in the name of their faith for centuries and they are gonna keep killing us as long as they can. It's high time that we start defending our own. Defending someone's life with violence is justice.
The world needs to know how they have tortured our souls, the world needs to know that we exist.
We need to help each other. You see someone who's confused, someone who's lost, you get them moving, and you keep moving until we stop being victims in this universe.
There are thousands of us, if we can fight half as hard as we've been working, we will be free in no time.
We have to burn our decency if we wanna keep our future. No more high ground. We might not see the sunrise but we have to make sure our children do.