11.03.02 - 2:51 am

for the past several hours ive been pretending to commit to memory the years between 1800 and 1860 in american history. its hard to read the pages and not feel an overwhelming sense of.....guilt and shame. i feel guilty. i feel bad for things that happened centuries ago. i admit. president jackson: had slaves. killed indians and the ones he didnt kill he politely forced to move elsewhere.

the look. the feel.....of cotton. the fabric of our lives. this fabric is responsible for the civil war and the dramatic increase in the demand for slaves.

yes, slaves. and there are commercials celebrating its greatness.

the towers of the world trade center were felled by angry people who dont like the way we do things. they have every right to hate us. most people that put a little american flag on their car windows, who hold a grudge against muslims, who cried for those that died....most of those people have no idea, not even the slightest innate knowledge of what americans had done first. we wiped out entire races of people known as native americans. we didnt ask if we could borrow the north american continent. we didnt ask if we could share. we took it. with guns. with the word of god in one hand and a bag of gunpowder in the other.

americans are pieces of garbage, and no one pays any attention to what weve done. its written in books so no one has to talk about it, no one has to remember or feel bad about the past. out of sight out of mind.

but not after tonight.