I hesitate telling this – not for the rage or clamor of white people hearing, but to say and expect to be trusted by those not identified as white. I hate the idea of being perceived differently than I am. I am white, and these words are suspect by the very nature of the history my image represents. It’s deserved, and I have no standing to push against it. But my truth stands. I have always been this way. 

All my life, I have seen the Beauty – the Regal Beauty of Blackness – Brownness. It is not fetish. It is not guilt. It is not a desire for anything from anyone. It is inherent in me. There were times and places that would get people killed. Me and them. Still are, I suppose.

I believe that the sickness of internalized hatred comes from the very thing I know and see. I know they see The Majesty also. Even in their ignominious denial.  They see The Splendor and the Origins of All Time – of All Knowing. They see The Kings and The Queens just as I do. They see All of Time, and All of Life, All of Nature, All of Greatness just as I do. They see Whom and What is in our Presence, however resisted for self loathing they cannot expose. Truth that reflects vibrantly to us all, as sure as a still water mirror. 

They know like I do, that there is no Greater Greatness. Not in history or today. It is the reason for the barbarism, for the relentlessly failed subjugation. The reason its has always failed. I believe we are in the midst of the death nell of a false and ever festering septic supremacy. 

I believe the House of All Mankind will Stand as all its sickness falls. That is my hope. I believe that whiteness will and should fail in its generational decrepitude and form as the construct it sought to proclaim. It is the single force that threatens and risks the world. It dies or we do. It is that simple.