What I Know

This is what I know, and that is not saying much, fore I am one of the lost descendants of a lost civilization. Lost not by methods of our own doing, but our undoing. Methods not left to the slightest whim, but so meticulously crafted, that I often wonder what it was all for. I look toward Africa, I've been told it's the motherland, where my ancestors are from, and I should be proud of that. As I face Africa, this mysterious continent of which I know of Moors and Pyramids and that's it for the good part. Everything else is slavery, now there is something to be proud of, so either, that's what it is or somebody is hiding something, but who? Wait.......as I face Africa, I see a slaughtering, as I see it the only word capable of carrying enough weight, genocide is too light, slaughtering is the only word wreckless enough in meaning to express the multitude of Afrikans who were displaced from Africa, so that they could build up this country and made it easier to subdue the remaining natives. Slaughter, because ever since blacks have been dying, blacks because Africans were scattered everywhere in the aftermath, slaughtering because it has been and always will be...........AS I SEE IT