Some of you will be offended by what I’m about to say, but as the old saying goes, a hit dog will holler.
On the 70th anniversary of Emmett Till’s murder, I woke up furious. Another church shooting in Minneapolis only threw gasoline on the fire. Let’s stop pretending, let’s stop dancing around it: the most dangerous people walking this planet are white males. Period.
Every atrocity you can name—white males are in the middle of it. Lynching wasn’t just murder, it was entertainment. Whole families brought their kids to watch Black men and women swing from trees. They laughed. They posed for pictures, smiling. They mailed fucking postcards of charred, mutilated Black bodies like souvenirs. That’s not just violence, that’s evil.
Eighty-four percent of mass shooters? White males. And not just grown men—teenagers too. Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold at Columbine. Adam Lanza at Sandy Hook. Nikolas Cruz at Parkland. Payton Gendron at the Buffalo Tops supermarket. Dylann Roof at Mother Emanuel in Charleston. Robert Bowers at the Tree of Life Synagogue. And now, another church in Minneapolis. Different years. Different cities. Same profile. White males.
The majority of serial killers? White males. Medieval torture devices the rack, the wheel, the iron maiden, dreamt up by white males. Every genocidal dictator Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, Netanyahu, Trump, they all fit the same mold. White males have drenched the earth in blood and then had the audacity to paint themselves as saviors.
And Emmett Till? Fourteen years old. A child. Beaten, shot, tied to a cotton gin fan, dumped like garbage by white males who confessed later and walked free. Let that sink in, they admitted it—and the system shrugged. Because the system was built to protect them, to license their violence. America didn’t fail Emmett Till. America was designed to let his killers walk.
Now name me one Black serial killer. Name a Black mob that lynched a white man. Name a Black man that has been accused of raping a white woman, that lived. You can’t. It’s not in our history, because it doesn’t exist. But if I asked you to name a white man that has been accused of rape starting with Thomas Jefferson to the current demon occupying the oval office.
They’ve spent decades shoving “Black-on-Black crime” down our throats to dodge their own reflection. When was the last time a Black male killing a white person made national headlines? You can’t remember because it doesn’t happen like that.
They’ll tell you it’s “illegal” immigrants who are dangerous, or Mexicans, or Muslims. But the real face of terror—the prototype of violence—is the white male. And there’s no argument, no statistic, no history book that disproves it…yet.
Here’s the most sinister part: the world has been conned into worshipping them. Hey, white Jesus. White savior. White genius. But think about it, what species would spend centuries trying to erase the “others” unless it knows the others are stronger? Unless it knows the others are the originals?
And name me one other living thing on earth, plant, animal, or human that withers in the sun.
“If this offends you, ask yourself why. Because history isn’t offended. It’s recorded.”
