Couldn’t find my old paperback to photograph and couldn’t spare the time to search for it. (It’s a terrific book, BTW.)
Four generations and another four generations ago (for #BLM dummies: that’s eight generations in all)…
If, perchance, your Great-great-great-great-great-great-great-Grandpappies (and similarly-Great-Grand-mammies) were slaves in America, then hear this: I know for a fact, my 7-times-Great-Grandpappies went off to fight and die in that bloody so-called “civil” war to free those perchance-slave-relations that might have been yours. (My similarly-Great-Grand-mammies waited at home, with the wee ones, praying for their menfolk’s hale and hearty return.)
So, nothing – I repeat, NOTHING – gives you, you:
…the right to demand, much less steal, anything from me for “perchance” misdeeds done long, long ago and by persons unknown to either you or I.
But I do have a suggestion for you, although I know you won’t take it, as it is not in your Moocher-plus-Moron DNA):
Go ahead and ask – nay, demand – your current behind the scenes “benefactors” give you (and some Mooching+Moronic friends of yours) tickets. To where, you ask? Why to, oh, say, Mauritania (it’s in Africa, you moron; you know, that Dark Continent you so love, miss, and long for the joys of?). Once you get there you can explain to the many many black-African slaves (kept by the politically-dominant minority of Muslims) that they, like your distant 7-Grand+++ Grandpappies, shoulda put up a better fight against their enslavers, but not-to-worry because now you are there to fight and even die in a bloody war to Free them from their bonds of slavery. (This is opposed to the impotent (useless) laws “outlawing” slavery in 1905, 1981, 2007…)
p.s. If you need help writing a 21st century Emancipation Proclamation and if you still have connections after the war and your head and at least one good hand are intact…you can look up my America’s old one on the internet. (Don’t forget to volunteer to stay there a while to actually enforce such a declaration-of-freedom. The slave-owners will likely be a teensy bit unwilling.)
p.p.s. If you make it back to the good ol’ U.S.A. (other than in a body bag), try and have a more humble attitude because I’m confident once you’ve seen how your African brothers and sisters (you know, actual slaves) have it today, you’ll recognize your earlier folly (stupidity).
[Term “appropriated from” the sci-fi short story, “The Marching Morons.” OMG! Here’s a PDF of it. I first read it a few years ago in a beat-up sci-fi anthology I got especially for it, from A-zon. Enjoy. And see how prescient it is.]