This story was inspired by a prompt by Angelo Crews, a warrior living and teaching in a different part of Thailand.
Imagine you're in a courtroom having to defend yourself against a murder charge. The medical examiner has spoken about the autopsy and your DNA is present. There are eyewitness accounts placing you at the crime scene, your fingerprints are there and on the murder weapon. The family of the victim is there looking at you during all of this. The oddest thing, is that the person you seem to have murdered doesn't actually exist. You know this, and you know everyone does as well yet they're all sending you to prison for the murder of a person who doesn't exist. How do you argue your innocence against a jury who isn't in on the game and are only going off what they hear and see?
Eyes. What the hell, man. Scientists have gone on and on about out minds playing tricks on us and I mean look- if I close one eye, I see something different when I close the other.
"I'm telling you, bruh, I didn't do this bullshit," I mumbled to no one in particular. I wasn't set to go on the stand to defend my innocence for another 59 minutes. Slowest fucking hour of my life.My bubbly, babbling brook of a lawyer was straight out of law school. First job as a public defender. No money to pay for a goddamn attorney who knew what the fuck they were doing. But that's how it goes in this district. Shit. That's how it goes in this entire nation.
The most visible men with their chocolate brown skin are constantly being thrown in the arena to defend their lives for taking the lives of a nonexistent member of the majority. It had been a few since I had stopped seeing the world through the rose colored glasses that the jurors still wore. It happened a few years back when my homie down the street was arrested right in front of me. Beaten to a pulp for "resisting" a wrongful arrest. Was rotting in an overcrowded prison until just a few months ago when they discovered...
The person he was charged for murdering had actually died 20 years prior to his arrest while the"supposed" victim was still an infant. But the parents never went through the proper paperwork because they didn't know. Living on the streets. Addicted and ignorant, they gave up their child to a "spiritual orphanage." It was actually a government testing facility to create superhumans.. The ones that didn't survive the testing went into a database for government officials and police officers to use when they wanted to implement population control. Essentially, when one of the monkeys start to crawl out of the barrel.
That was my homie's story. Just got accepted to FSU on a full ride for academics and football. That was the thing. It was fine when we moved up the ladder when it was purely for their entertainment. "Dance, monkey, dance." If we were ignorant and full of physical talent we go the green light. Academics, intellectuals- yellow light. A combination of physical talent, intellect, charisma, potential to lead and spark a change- red fucking light. You were given a chance to be a part of this society of elite trying to control the world. Rejection isn't an option. Life in prison. Executions. These were the paths in store for the enlightened aware folks like me.
Oh, shit. Where did the time go?
"Sir, please come to the stand."
Ubuntu: I am who I am because of who we are.
Esther was born in Utah, raised in Durham (Bull City), North Carolina. Over the last 6 years she has lived in 6 cities, 3 states, and 4 countries. She doesn't like traveling or anything...