The Black Awakening: A Novella.

The never-ending stream of brutality and unjust shootings and killings of people of the Black race. The unjust, unfair treatment they always endured, even from the days of slavery. It has never really changed. Only metamorphosized to adapt to modern-day culture. They know they cannot wrap actual chains around the necks of those they hate and beat them in the public square with whips, no. Modern-day culture would not allow it. Society would not allow it. Instead, a cruel system of oppression and blue-collar judicial realities serve to keep minorities downtrodden and poor. Vices and weaknessness are exploited and celebrated to brainwash the culture into thinking it is "cool" to want to indulge, yet the goal is to continually criminalize the race, all the while publicly denouncing racism as wrong. I do not have high litigation power to change this, but I do have my words, and I will use them. I will write, and leave these words, to be preserved forever, in the human catalog of works. This story is a alternate version of reality where the Black race wakes up. I mean, truly wakes up. Many people beleive violence would be the hallmark of this awakening, but this is not how I envision this. I envision a scenario where people begin to see what their true faults are, and start to realize their worth, and start to see clearly what vices constrain the race, and actively work to suprress and defeat them. This is the scary scenario the powers that be do not want. They do not fear violence. They actually welcome and love violence. It gives them a chance to paint minorities as sub-human and violent. What they fear instead, is not force, but restraint and boycotts. They fear patience and perseverence. Now, as in real life, racism and biogtry persists. Instead of the old chain around the neck, they use the new chain, which is the handcuff and the biased system, targeting minorities. Instead of the old, cruel whip, they use the new whip, which is the baton or the taser or pepper spray, or their favorite weapon of choice, the Gun. Then maybe, if all of these aren't preferable, or perhaps they tire of such mundane tools, then a good old-fashioned knee to the neck or chest does just fine as well. Or perhaps ten of them may jump on your chest to depress your respiration, knowing full well this is to torture and murder you, all in the name of public order. Take your pick. While I appreciate all who would read my words, if, in the course of reading this particular story, you are offended, then too bad for you. I make NO apologies for this work. None. Read it and see a different perspective. Or read it and disagree. Either way, this is one of my more serious novellas, and love it or hate it, it is here to stay. Its time for a Black Awakening.