An intemperate response will follow
Do you want to leave the U.S.? Yes! I hate everything about this country. Like, I hate fat white Americans. All the people who are crunched into the middle of America, the real fat and meat of America, are these racist conservative white people who live on their farms. Those little teenage girls who work at Kmart and have a racist grandma—that’s really America.
Are your creative impulses closely related to your destructive impulses? Yes. In my adulthood I’m having to destroy all these things society really wants you to think. The history textbooks in the U.S. are the worst if you’re not white. “The white man gave you the vote. He Christianized you and taught you how to speak English. If it weren’t for him, you’d still be living in a hut.” I could write a book about why black people shouldn’t be Christians. Young black kids should have their own special curriculum that doesn’t start from the boat ride over from Africa. All you know as a black kid is we came over here on a boat, we didn’t have anything, and we still don’t have anything. But what was happening in Africa? What culture were we pulled away from? That information is vital to the survival of a young black soul.
You said black people aren’t supposed to be Christians. What religion do you identify with? I don’t want to say, but I’ll tell you about one form of the religion. It’s called 21 Divisions. When they brought the slaves over to the Caribbean, they syncretized all their African gods with Catholic saints. So in 21 Divisions there are black gods and goddesses, and my mother practiced that when I was little. Whenever problems happened, we turned to 21 Divisions to fix it. It’s funny, because my friends on the block in Harlem, their mothers would be like, “Oh, you fucking with that witchcraft. You working roots.” You can cleanse people with root work or do bad things to them. But 21 Divisions is celestial.
This land of beauty and grace has given the rest of the world a complex and infuriating and bizarre and quirky and strange breed of people known as Americans- easy to misunderstand, easy to dislike (if you can't see beyond their quirks and rough edges to the good and decent people underneath), and all too easy to underestimate.
It was here that I learned that the divine gifts of freedom and liberty are not to be treated as light or transient things. I keep saying that Americans don't understand just how good they have it, and I have had ample opportunity to test this argument here in the UK. Hell, I didn't realise how good I had it in America, until I had to leave last year due to some rather annoying but easily handled visa issues.
|I'm not a big fan of the taxes, though|
She seems to think that simply because she insists on speaking and acting like an uneducated, foul-mouthed, classless, barely literate whore, the rest of us are obliged to listen to her and take her seriously.