Only 3 minutes in, and it’s good. I love the talking head from the late 60s - “We’re starting to see … the advent of more and more violence in this country by revolutionaries.”
Pretty sure the advent was a couple hundred years before that quote, but ok.
Sure, but it was a major feature of the late 60s, too…
Long, but worth it.
Easier to read:
Thomas Shelby: You should write a book titled “How black women love murdering their fetuses”. It would be your first factual writings.
Stacey Patton:
Thomas Shelby I’ve got a good story for you, you sunken-eyed, meth-faced, possum-fondling degenerate. Sit yo’ 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 should’ve 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 granddaddy–let’s 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 “relief.” 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 bloodline–THWARTED.
Ch. 2: The Second Fire: 1831. Nat Turner’s Rebellion is coming, and the fields of Southampton County smell of revolution. Your great-great granddaddy–still unable to keep his hands off the women he owned–is at it again. The woman’s 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 bloodline–REDUCED TO ASHES.
Ch. 3: The Last Mistake: Somehow your great-great granddaddy’s 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 that’s how YOU got here today–a genetic poo stain smeared across history’s boot. A roach that skittered past the stomp of justice. YOU, Thomas Shelby, are a living testament to nature’s biggest oversight, proof that even the vilest mistakes can claw their way out of the gutter and pretend they belong among humans.FIN.
That’s Haiti in a nutshell, isn’t it.
It’s so enraging… 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. It’s enraging.
That Ruby Bridges sweatshirt is exquisite!
Right? I got the t-shirt, couldn’t resist. 
Look at this one!
