Only 3 minutes in, and itโs good. I love the talking head from the late 60s - โWeโre starting to see โฆ the advent of more and more violence in this country by revolutionaries.โ
Pretty sure the advent was a couple hundred years before that quote, but ok.
Thomas Shelby: You should write a book titled โHow black women love murdering their fetusesโ. It would be your first factual writings.
Stacey Patton:
Thomas Shelby Iโve got a good story for you, you sunken-eyed, meth-faced, possum-fondling degenerate. Sit yoโ dented, crusty ass down and guzzle that flat, backwash-filled Mountain Dew. This is a tale about missed opportunities About all the moments your rancid bloodline shouldโve been snuffed out like a candle in a hurricane. But because nature fuqqued up, the story ends with an uncle-daddy genetic misfire who defied natural selection - YOU.
Ch. 1: The First Rebellion: Southampton County, VA, 1830. Your great-great granddaddyโletโs call him Obadiah, because he was the type to spit chaw into a rusty bucket and reek of pig slop. Had himself a fine old time sneaking into the slave quarters at night. He climbed on top of an enslaved woman. Reeking of sweat and whiskey, he pinned her down with the full weight of his entitlement. But her mama taught her about plants that could bring โrelief.โ And so, when the swelling in her belly began, she walked barefoot into the woods, brewed a bitter tea, drank it down, and bled out the crime before it could take root. Part of your bloodlineโTHWARTED.
Ch. 2: The Second Fire: 1831. Nat Turnerโs Rebellion is coming, and the fields of Southampton County smell of revolution. Your great-great granddaddyโstill unable to keep his hands off the women he ownedโis at it again. The womanโs belly is rounder than before. The rebellion came. The air is thick with the screams of slaveowners being sent to the Devil. And in the flickering glow of a burning house, she makes a choice that this child will not be born. She stands before the roaring fire, presses a hand to her belly, and whispers a prayer to the ancestors. And then she leans forward, lets the flames lick at her skin and lets the heat sear away the sins that were never hers. Your bloodlineโREDUCED TO ASHES.
Ch. 3: The Last Mistake: Somehow your great-great granddaddyโs seed takes root again. The woman who bore it knows what must be done. Arsenic, slipped into the gruel by an enslaved girl child named Judah. A quiet exit for a baby who
would have grown up twisted by the hate of his white kin, filled with the festering, rotting disease of supremacy. But she was too late. That baby survived, against all odds and lived to birth a whole line of disappointment and decay. And thatโs how YOU got here todayโa genetic poo stain smeared across historyโs boot. A roach that skittered past the stomp of justice. YOU, Thomas Shelby, are a living testament to natureโs biggest oversight, proof that even the vilest mistakes can claw their way out of the gutter and pretend they belong among humans.
Itโs so enragingโฆ their revolution was (of the big 3 at the time the American and French) was the MOST revolutionary. It was a successful slave revolt. And look at what Europe and the US did to it. Itโs enraging.