15. Comfortably Numb-ber 5

“We trust the system that has sublimated us for so long. In cops we trust. In power of peaceful demonstrations we trust. In prayer we rejoice, and in justice we prevail. We are asking for justice. We want justice and we want it now.”

This is us! The caged citizens of the constitution. We are pained, we are lost, we are outraged. It has happened to us. It is on video. We can see it. We can touch it. We can hear it. It is here. It has arrived. Oh Hallelujah! It has arrived! It is at our doorsteps, we are seeing it. It was captured. We were blind, but now, we can see. The outrage, the outcry, the anger, we see it now, we feel it now, and we have every cause, every reason to pursue it, want it, crave it.

This is us! Angered, outraged. Look at us we are angry. We have watched a person die at the hands of the system, ten agonizing minutes of a human dying at the merciless hands of the beast, begging, pleading, as we watched, as they watched, as at that moment, we saw him give up, surrender, let go. George Floyd was murdered, and he simply let go. He breathed, he did everything the system had asked him to do in order to be “safe” from harm. He pleaded, he let them know he can’t breathe. He was unarmed. He called out for his mother, that he would do anything they want if they just let him breathe. And they didn’t.

You see we are shocked. “This is a new low” we exclaim. Just because we can take our phones out and capture it all, does it mean we have just realized what is happening? What has been happening? Do we even know? Are all our “hopes” getting shattered? Are we fucking “disappointed”? Are we praying for change because progress will save us?

We were blind and now we can see. Let’s share, and hashtag, after hashtag, share our outrage at another life lost. We can feel it. We are aware of it. Now we know. This was it. This was all it was gonna take for us to rise up, from the ashes, the dust, and see through all the lies and manipulation. We are color blind, we see no differences, no judgment shall we pass on our brothers and sisters. We are all one, and we are the same as part of the family of civilization.

We trust the system that has sublimated us for so long. In cops we trust. In power of peaceful demonstrations we trust. In prayer we rejoice, and in justice we prevail. We are asking for justice. We want justice and we want it now. Give it to us now, and let us peacefully get what we are asking for. We want change, we want it now. Because this was the last straw, given the fact that we are going through a “crisis.

“You are better than this”, they shout from their podiums, and we are still believing the lie, and buying into it all.

We can’t breathe. We can’t breathe, as the Leviathan pushes its knee on our throats, taking pleasure at watching us plead for another breath, another moment, a second chance, a bright next moment. The gate keepers form a protective wall, for the Leviathan to do its job, and suffocate, clogging the airways, bending our will, and ignoring our outcry for a “breath of life”. And we do it, we still bend and as we get closer to the slaughter house, we are lulled by the master, to submit to its will, and “accept” what’s coming to us. But we do it.

But we do it, and over and over again we fight, however futile. We can’t breathe, let’s pause, and feel the knee on our necks, and let’s puncture, attack the Leviathan by any means, because on the way to the slaughterhouse, when all is futile, the power lies in jouissance, and in that brief moment, we attack. Vive La Résistance, Vive La Résistance.

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