The most gruesome example of the nature of the Western man exists in the Belgian Congo.
The lands became the property of King Leopold II of Belgium.
In 1885.
Decided by a bunch of white men. In Europe.
Just like that.
What was once a prosperous land of indigenous tribes was now an industrial hellscape. Forced to collect rubber in order to be allowed to live, mothers – that the day before used their hands to carry their newborn – were now ferociously collecting rubber to meet their quota, lest their hands be removed by the newly self-titillated colonial powers.
Just like that.
Thousands of hands chopped off if villages did not meet the quota. Presented by the white men to the white men, to prove their wickedness. That was the price of life. Rubber quotas.
It was not enough to hold slaves in this region. It was an enslavement on an entire piece of land. African soil, African labor, African lives, for the benefit of European car makers. Chewing gum creators. Bed sheets in European homes were as blood soiled and Sierra Leon diamonds could ever dream of being.
As bad as the European working class pretended to have it, they survived off the labor of Africans for their cheap shit. Puppets and inbred children, unable to seize the lands by force, sat in their royal houses, and at the stroke of a pen subjugated a million Africans and their lands the size of the European continent to their rule.
The white man’s burden meant as a superficial excuse for their arson and murder of our lands was never of the white man. It was the burden of the Black folks. To this day, our collective memory speaks to us of the horrors imposed on my peoples.
And so every year, after New Years eve, I have to read about stupid white men blowing off their hands. If New Year was every day, no amount of black powder stupidly ignited in the hands of the white men could ever amount to the horrors imposed on African families in a single day.
I do not smile when I read the news of yet another hand blown off by fireworks.
But I do see it as a penance.
A small reminder of what my people have to endure. A true white man’s burden. So, continue, by all means. Blow your hands off. Experience for yourselves what it feels like. The white devil inside you must out. By whatever means.
Fuck your hands.
And fuck the news that write entire articles about some “poor white boy” forced to live without one of his limbs, limbs he has used for millennia to murder, loot, and destroy an entire continent.
The cradle of life.
Of all culture.
My culture.
My life.
