Neanderthals in Suits, ICE on Our Streets — And You’re Still Silent?
More Than Marches: A Word on Protests, Performers & Power
I love a good protest — don’t get me wrong.
Freedom of speech is precious.
Watching people come together in true solidarity, especially for a real cause?
Beautiful. Communal. Human.
I’ve seen protests around the world shake regimes to the core. People in the streets risking everything — being beaten, detained, even murdered — just to be heard.
But here? In this bloated, delusional version of America?
I’m disappointed.
Every fuck-bag on the planet voted for Donald Trump. Full stop.
And I say that with my whole chest. I don’t care how you feel about it. At all. Clarity: Yes, if you voted for him you are in fact, a bag of fucks, a dick-hole, a fuck-tard even and I wish you the day you deserve.
This administration — this seething, festering Neanderthal infection — is a symptom of something much older, much sicker. And while everyone’s busy holding signs for the ‘gram, I want to know:
Where is the real work?
Protests are just noise without follow-through.
We need action — macro and micro.
What do I mean?
If you hold power — real or perceived — use it.
If you’re in a room, and someone Black, Brown, or Indigenous isn’t — open the damn door.
Better yet, pull them through it.
Mentor them. Protect them. Recommend them.
Because let’s stop pretending: the deeper the skin, the heavier the burden.
And while we’re here, let’s talk about ICE. Let’s talk about the terrorism happening in our backyards — right here in Chicago, across this country. Families ripped apart, children traumatized, entire communities living in fear for simply wanting a better life. People who work their asses off, who build and clean and carry this country — being hunted and harassed like they’re disposable. Meanwhile, we’ve got homegrown filth walking around untouched, untouched. That is the America we’re living in.
I hate how GOOD PEOPLE ARE BEING FUCKED WITH. Hardworking folks. Real lives being shattered because of this state-sponsored cruelty. It’s disgusting.
At work.
In public.
In private.
Everywhere.
What the hell is so hard about fairness?
What’s so radical about giving Black folks grace, dignity, kindness, opportunity?
Nothing.
And yet, here we are — fetishized but never prioritized.
I’m tired of watching performative protests, staged for clout and curated for algorithms.
If you’re only showing up when it’s trendy, save it.
Keep your “activism” if it comes with a filter and a marketing plan.
I want more.
I demand more.
I write to ignite and unite my people — first.
And if you truly believe in love and respect for all, then you already know:
Justice starts with those most denied it.
I’m more Malcolm than Martin.
Peace always.
But play if you want to.
🔥 Call to Action:
Don’t just repost. Don’t just retweet.
Disrupt. Uplift. Protect. Build.
If you’ve got power, use it.
If you’ve got a platform, shake the walls with it.
If you see injustice and choose comfort —
you’ve chosen the side of the oppressor.
We are not free until we all are.
And if they can come for one of us,
they will come for all of us.
So rise. Loud. Unapologetic. Unrelenting.
Be the one who pulls the next one through.
Be the one who breaks the cycle.
Be the one who never stays silent when it counts.
History is watching.
Legacy is listening.
And your soul?
It already knows what to do.
