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To those who don't believe me when i say you are both complicit and innocent, yet we still love you

Here

I made a video right here to help you understand

Well i mean, you technically made the video...

I just uh...

Borrowed it?

I can see that you're...mad

But you know now right?

Please

Sit back down, you can wag your finger after

This is important

 

This is a video your child took of you mowing the lawn in 1994

Her big strong  parent, fumbling with this heavy-as-hell-is contraption

That sputters, and whirs, and kicks back

But like some superhero you...start to shove it along, and conquer the beast

And it sprays curiously alluring smog, that like a well behaved child, she knows not to breathe in,

Knows not to touch because she's not old enough

Or strong enough to pull that chord to trigger the bells and whistles

That she, nor i, nor probably you understands.

 

But i digress...

 

So here you are, with your child on the stoop, taking might i add some

Fine, stable footage you should really enroll her in some classes,

And you traveling around your suburban front yard, chasing away a squirrel with the lawnmower, harmlessly of course

And laughing with your daughter

Talking to your neighbors over the roaring engine,

Emptying the bag of fresh cut grass into the bin...

 

And that's where the battery died

No! Don't leave yet

I want you to watch again, listen again

Here...

Listen closely...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Did you hear the grass screaming of their judgement day, beneath the lovers kissing each other goodbye, wrapped around each other, as we hold hands, still entangled in  the mass graves you made for them

 

Beneath the ants cowering in their homes, begging their laborers to come back inside before they are noticed, before they are eviscerated and the foreman is forced to pay settlements

 

Beneath the subtle sound of your daughter breathing deeply of the sweet smelling gas that you told her to stay away from, that we learned to be repulsed by, that she has been told to be repulsed by

 

Beneath the...

Here, i'll rewind again

Here

You see the label on the lawnmower?

That manufacturer? That bar code? That order number? That factory? That steel purchase? That mine?

Did you hear the songs of the forced laborers there, the modern slaves that bear striking resemblance to the songs you learned in high school history class, except softer, pushed under the magazines

 

Beneath the squirrel complaining to the squirrel police about dangerous and disrespectful conduct it's neighbors have been performing when he comes to say hello and finally meet someone in the neighborhood, that he's lived so long in, just to be told it's not "Illegal,"

 

Beneath the slightly offensive joke you made towards your black neighbor, who missed the punchline over the roar of the engine, when you asked him why he was so light skinned, and whether that was a "slavery thing,"

 

Beneath your child hearing everything

 

You didn't yet...

You made that happen, didn't you?

This isn't me judging your character

I don't blame you "O' causer of destruction"

 

You were not given the tools i was given

And similarly i... was not given the tools you were given

 

You were given a lawnmower, and a camera

A beautiful daughter, a home, a job

Gas! The ability to live where you want!

 

I...well...

i was given the opportunity to talk to the grass...

 

And well...

 

In 1994, that same year, in Rwanda an atrocity was committed, a genocide.

 

And the characteristic machetes used to massacre the Tutsi people

Contained the same steel blend, from the same producer

As the blades in many lawnmowers at the time.

 

This isn't a conviction

I did this because i wanted you to know and be okay with being complicit because you exist a certain way

Innocent because you never knew, and couldn't have known

 

Because we love you

Because we need you

Because we need you to know now

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Dec 23, 2014
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