Please recognize this commentary is penned by a Weary Witness to White
Fragility who is sick n’ tired of being sick
n’ tired of White folks’ triflin’ ways.
Every day - every single, cotton-pickin’,
algorithm-controlled, soul-snatching day - we
are bombarded with exactly what the MAGA cult
wants. And no, it’s not lower taxes or school
vouchers. What they want - what they demand - is a color-coded utopia. A snow-white, pork
rind-flavored Disneyland where everyone looks
like their granddaddy, thinks like their
meemaw, and worships Ronald Reagan like he
walked on water, wearing cowboy boots.
And every day, all day, without fail, the GOP’s stable of
political prostitutes - greased up with Koch
money and Fox News makeup - line up to toss
logs on this bonfire of democracy. They don’t
even flinch anymore. They serve that
bloodthirsty base with the same enthusiasm as
a Waffle House waitress during a hurricane: shaky, tired, but oh so
devoted to the chaos.
Let’s stop pretending. Let’s stop dancing around the
big-ass racist elephant in the room wearing a
red hat and a Confederate belt buckle. Give
the traitorous insurrectionists what they really want: The United States of White
People - where diversity goes to die, Black folks are back
in “their place,” and every schoolchild
pledges allegiance to Lee, not Lincoln.
Because if we don’t give them this fever-dream dystopia, they’re going
to burn this entire country down. Again. Hear
me now, this is critical: Because if we don’t give them this fever-dream dystopia, they’re going
to burn this entire country down. Again.
And they’re already halfway there - look at LA! That’s a
strategic and tactical move - storming
capitals, banning books, rewriting history,
and calling every multicultural effort “woke
Marxism.” Spoiler: none of them can define
Marxism, but they do know they hate being around people with melanin.
Let’s be blunt - because polite ain’t working: America is
on the brink of another civil war, and not
because people of color want too much. It’s
because Trump’s cultists - the red-faced,
flag-humping, Duck Dynasty disciples - want everything. Not just political power, but cultural dominion. And they’re willing to kill for it.
What they want isn’t new. It’s not innovative or clever or
even hidden. What they want is an apartheid
redux. A fresh-off-the-grill Confederacy 2.0 -
but this time without the bad press. A
“separate but superior” white homeland where
they can slap each other on the back and say
things like “I ain’t racist, but…” without
consequence.
So fine. Let’s stop pretending integration is working.
Let’s stop clinging to this Norman Rockwell
lie where everyone’s holding hands across race
lines and singing “Kumbaya” in front of a Whole Foods. Let’s hand them the deed to their fantasy - wrap it in a
red, white, and blue bow, and send them off.
Here. Pull out a map and let’s do this strategically.
Give them Oregon - not the progressive parts, but everything south of
Portland where people still think it’s 1953.
Throw in parts of Idaho, Montana, Wyoming, and
both Dakotas, because let’s be honest, they’re already halfway there -
more cattle than culture. Add some of Nebraska, Kansas, and let Texas decide whether it wants to be MAGA’s capital or Mexico’s
cousin.
Now let’s spice it up - toss in a heaping of the real
deep-fried heart of Dixie: Alabama, Mississippi, South
Carolina, Kentucky, and maybe Virginia, if they promise to behave. That’s a solid twelve states.
Voilà! You now have a brand-spanking-new,
resource-rich White Homeland, with access to the Pacific, the Gulf, and enough
farmland to grow all the boiled peanuts and
racial resentment they need.
Hell, give them Branson, Missouri too - America’s white
evangelical Vegas. Let them baptize their
guns, homeschool their children with Christian
coloring books, and rename every public school
after Robert E. Lee.
And us? What about the rest of us - Black folks, Latinos,
Asians, Indigenous people, and those white
folks with functioning empathy?
We take the coasts. California, obviously. New York, naturally. Hawaii - for the vibe. Maybe Florida, if we can wrestle it away from the DeSantis cult. Or
maybe we’ll just pack up and head to Puerto Rico, the Bahamas, or
Belize and call it a day. Someplace sunny, where the ghosts
of Jim Crow don’t haunt the school board.
Let’s be real: Abraham Lincoln knew what time it was. He
floated the idea of colonizing Black folks
elsewhere because he knew his people. He knew that many white Americans - then and now - would never, ever accept people of color as
equals. It wasn’t just slavery - it was white
supremacy baked into the DNA of the republic.
Thomas Jefferson wrote all that “all men are
created equal” crap while sipping brandy in
his plantation library built by slaves.
And today, what’s changed?
Nothing. The lie of a “colorblind” America is threadbare.
Torn. Bloodstained. It never truly existed
outside of Coca-Cola commercials and bad
Hollywood scripts. America talks of liberty
and justice, but most of its history is one
long, vicious walk in the other direction. If
it looks diverse, it’s because the powers that are needed are
our bodies, our labor, our talent - but never
our full humanity.
White flight proves this. Always has. Every time a Black
family moves into the neighborhood, a U-Haul
follows. Look at the schools - “separate but
equal” never ended; it just got dressed up in
charter school brochures and zip-code
redlining. Look at the restaurants, the
shopping centers, the entire economies built
around avoiding cultural contact.
So what are we trying to save here? Unity? Integration?
This is not a marriage - we can’t fix this
with therapy and a trip to the Olive Garden.
You can’t force people to love you. You can’t beg them
into respecting your humanity. And frankly, we
shouldn’t want to.
Let them have it.
Let them wallow in their monochromatic paradise, where
everyone thinks exactly the same, watches the
same reruns, worships the same politicians,
and has the cultural range of a wet paper
towel. Let them try to build an economy off of
nostalgia and Duck Dynasty merch.
We, the colorful, chaotic, multicultural rest, will take
the future.
Let’s relieve the pressure before America bursts like a
bloated balloon full of denial and unaddressed
sins. Ten months pregnant with rage, armed to
the teeth, and ready to blow - this country
cannot survive if one side demands racial
supremacy and the other pretends that’s just
“economic anxiety.”
And let’s not forget - the same white men who want their
own country are the same ones who never wanted to share power. From the Founding Fathers to
the Proud Boys, the goal has never been
equality. It’s been control. It’s been
domination. Every gain for women, for
immigrants, for people of color - every inch
of progress - has been met with white
backlash. Always.
So call it what it is. Let them have their America.
The rest of us will build something better: messier, yes,
but freer. A place that welcomes difference,
fosters invention, and leaves space for the
complexities of actual human life.
Or we can keep pretending. Keep patching the old tire
while it leaks all over the freeway.
But don’t say nobody warned you. Desi Cortez did. Because
if we don’t deal with this - if we don’t rip
off the red, white, and blue band-aid and
stare down this infection - we’re just waiting
for the next January 6. The next Tulsa. The
next Charleston. The next LA…. The next
American tragedy brought to you by unrepentant
whiteness.
And by then, it’ll be too late to negotiate.
