You know why they’re called spooks? Why they “nigga loop”—repeating the same tics obsessively? Why the areas they “haunt” all become decrepit, abandoned, ghostly? They’re “souls” who didn’t make it, slaves to base instincts, living out multiple consecutive life sentences among us, trying to drag us down too, to cast us in their shade, & blot out our brightness. Whenever they attack whites it’s to mark us, to make us like them, unable to move on; because you can’t openly mourn white victims of their violence without ostracism, because the scarlet letters they illiterately draw from us write the truth across our bodies too plainly for people who pride themselves on disbelieving in demons to handle.
Imagine some “new atheists” whose friends have stories about how their fathers were gruesomely butchered by fatherless ghouls for no reason, their loved ones murdered for $20 & “respeck” by goblins who get free money & forced worship from fearful kulaks & corrupt elites. Easier to just look away than really understand this false religion or accept our government’s blood sacrifices to “Moloch” (which was originally spelled MLK).
This murder from 1904 is almost exactly like Karmelo Anthony and Austin Metcalf: At a high-school track practice in Kansas City, a group of black kids shout insults from the stands; the white captain comes over and asks them to stop; a black teenager shoots him in the heart.