First, it was kids in cages. Some died. Of neglect. It was beyond cruel. They were sick yet it was public policy to deny them their parents, to deny them food, to deny them water, to make sure they slept in the concrete floor. It was public policy.

We took real blankets to the holding pens and prisons. We begged the authorities to take the blankets. We were turned away forcefully, angrily, by men with guns. The mythology that Americans can protest is not real. You might be allowed to protest where no one on the incoming school buses with the windows covered by newspapers could see you. It was public policy to make sure these people who had experienced their children being ripped from their arms felt powerless, alone, deeply depressed. It was an assault on humanity. It was genocide.

The men with guns hated us. We were not allowed to demonstrate. We were greeted by a phalanx of screaming cop cars, and Texas rangers on horseback.

You are your history.

The blood runs like a river through my dreams.

The military is its history.

The Germans are their history.

The Hutu are their history.

The Russians are their history.

The forced marches led by more men with guns are their history.

Auschwitz is its history.

Palestine is its history.

Colonialism is its history.

Slavery is its history.

The Chinese with their reeducation camps are their history.

The Khmer Rouge are their history.

The American South is its history.

Wounded Knee is its history of death.

The diamond mines are their history.

The Trail of Tears is its history of murder by a government hellbent on domination.

Famine is its history. Indentured servitude is its history.

Capitalism is its history.

Yes, but, there weren’t so many people this time. Just a few.

There is no such thing as just a few.

One is your history.

I condemn you. I condemn you to misery and hell. I condemn your cultures to the death they so richly deserve. I bring you fire. Aim it at the cops.

Who do you think you are, and why are you here.

I am vengeance. I am retribution. I am revenge. Give me your white, innocent children.

Americans are afraid. They should be afraid. Americans are afraid of demonstrations. Protest is not welcome. Especially in Texas. Undocumented people kept their heads down. They would not look at you. They knew all about the violence perpetrated against them by ICE.

Eventually soldiers running after us in ANTIFA with guns as we fled the killing zone of the Portland riots. The mommies stayed home for that one. We wanted to burn it down. I still want to burn it to the ground. Fireworks are your songs and your history.

We aimed fireworks at the cops. Pop. Pop. Bang, and fucking bang again. Oh, say can you see.

We would ride the bike to Tulepec. Coyotes who wanted us to have the fireworks we had arriving in a truck making sure we got past the Border Patrol. Coyotes, too, knew all about kids in cages. What, the US government did not think people would fight back. People fought back where they could. They flooded America with poison for your addicted children.

Better luck next time. You will never shut us up.You will never catch us alive. You will never cause us to forget.

We will never cease to remember what we faced. Portland. Seattle. Atlanta. Minneapolis. Louisville. Your eyes of hate. Throwing our skulls on concrete. Your knees on our necks. Your boots. Your stun bombs. Your fogs of gas. Your friends killing us. Your choppers. And the guns and the guns and the guns.

We know exactly who and what you are.

Kids in cages. This time, we did not bring blankets.

You cannot take it back.

No one writes about our outrage. Writers are timid and fearful. They want to win awards, have big sales, offend no one.

I offend everyone.

The reporters and the photographers move on to the next American obscenity.

Your leaders failed. They failed overseas. They failed on the streets. They failed the constitution. They committed crimes. They stopped Democracy from voting. They claim Woe Is Me.

The people are sick, broken, bent, in grief, and asking themselves How Did This Happen.

Lack of leadership. Immorality imposed upon us. All the while they stole from us, put children in cages (you cannot escape this even when you claim you do not recall it, you do, it was the meanest and the lowest you have ever gone).

There are still thousands of children with no parents, no family, and America just doesn’t care because America is wrecked and shattered, the numbers of the dead alone. We have done exactly this to native children for hundreds of years. Your government was lead by evil, and you did that America. You did it with a jubilant smile on your face.

I see everything. We ride my motorcycle through it like it’s a graveyard. America is a ghost Ship plowing through the blackened waters of all your history of grievances.

You did it embracing cynicism, and fascism. You did it.

You are your history.