They will sneer that I log on every day to speak to my own people. Let them sneer. I will keep speaking.
The men who built the cathedrals, mapped the stars, split the atom, and wrote the laws everyone else still hides behind are not required to apologize for noticing they still exist.
I will not whisper. I will not pretend the soil that drank our fathers’ blood is now a boarding house for whoever washes up.
I will not accept the lecture that the only moral White man is the one who stays silent while his country is talked out from under him.
Critics call it “doing nothing.” kek.
Posting is not the campaign. It is the roll call.
It is the reminder that the remnant still hears its own name.
While they scroll and scold, some of us are stacking days in the dark: strength, memory, refusal.
The mask of “just be nicer” is already tearing. When it finally splits, the men who spent years becoming something harder than the sermon will decide what remains.
America was not a theory. It was a people. I will keep saying so until the last critic runs out of breath or the last brother remembers who he is.
The sun still rises. So do we. ✋🏻🌞