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You are tuned in to the Black Consciousness

A broadcast amplified by the struggle A frequency syncopated in sound

You are tuned in to the Black Consciousness

A light transmission with a mission

A dark image on black and white static

You are tuned in to the Black Consciousness

Don’t adjust your antenna This is channel me

You are tuned in to the Black Consciousness

A forecast from the past with an

image verse identity drama live on simulcast

Excuse me-- I'm just gonna-- I'm just gonna--

Excuse me, sir. I'm just gonna--

Excuse me, sir. Oh, that's a nice phone. You so gorgeous...

Uh, hey.

They had to cut me out of his car, but I’m feeling better now.

No cuts, no scratches, it’s like it never happened.

And I made it, and I’m feeling… good.

Feeling lost?

More like feeling loss.

And I need to find my heart now.

This is the waiting room.

You have to wait.

Hi, here’s my card.

I help people to find Jesus.

Do you know Jesus?

For God so loved the world, that he gave--

His only son, that whoever believes in him should not perish--

...but have eternal life.

I was forced into going to church until I ran away.

This is what kept me safe.

I’m not trying to go back.

My child, it is never too late to be touched by the Father.

Fuck off!

Welcome, Makena.

I see you’re breathing well.

Take a seat, I’ll call you when you’re ready.

Before we get started, you should learn about yourselves.

Let’s have an unapologetic critique of self to help you prepare for your journey.

Aubrey, let’s start with you.

Why do you hate me?

I haven’t met you before, how could I hate you?

You think whites are creatures, demons with horns and cloven hooves.

You mutilate your own skin,

you can’t accept the privilege you never take advantage of.

You hate your parents, you despise the system.

Okay, okay! I hate my people!

We’re filthy fucking animals and all we care about is protecting America.

Which really means protecting…

protecting the white race against--

People like me?

Yeah, I guess

My friends, they don’t see their whiteness

They don’t wake up every day and ask themselves,

“How can I share my privilege today?”

Must be nice. You know, most of my friends

wake up every day and wonder if a cop

is gonna pull them over and shoot ‘em.

Because we live in a place that wasn’t made for us.

If you look like a criminal, you’ll be treated like one.

The police are there to help us,

and it’s people like you that want to defund them.

Hey. I just want to live and breathe free, brotha.

Okay? So chill with that shit!

He’s right.

African Americans don’t deserve this,

and I honestly feel guilty for all of this.

I’ve dealt with this my whole life, but it’s been on level ten lately.

It’s just different.

All I see in the mirror is the devil’s daughter.

You know, ever since the protests started

white people have been asking me if I’m okay,

as if this is the first time we’ve brought attention to the circumstances.

We have been gasping for air for centuries.

We were packed like sardines on slave ships,

chained to dead bodies, suffocating from the stench of disparity.

The Africans came from the jungle to the promise land

with the opportunity to become something.

Something like what?

Alligator bait? Sex slaves?

Chattel? Sambo?

The American nightmare instead of the American Dream?

Exactly what is your problem, man?

We were brought here to become something wrong.

There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s me. It’s us.

I don’t know what to do!

It’s important that you take responsibility for whatever you have done

or refrain from doing in this life.

Because if you ain’t part of the fight,

you may not realize it but you already fighting on the wrong side.

Who’s the victim in the battle? Always ask that question.

See America’s story, my story.

Through the eyes of the victim, the survivors,

instead of the victors that you read about all the time.

Learn to take responsibility. Think! Use your senses.

I don’t-- I don’t think white people have those sometimes.

Sometimes we can’t see past our own reflection,

or smell the stench of our own mess.

Come on, girl, you know your heart.

I do, I do.

But my sensibilities come from the senses and I know where I’ve been.

But the middle of America is everywhere.

We listen to the same shit, but we never listen to the noise we created.

Shh! You hear that?

Silence. Start listening to the silence.

It gives your mind an opportunity to respond to what you have heard.

I say people are listening.

They’re starting to hear about equality, just...

turn on the news and you can see how people are beginning to…

Realize that everyone matters, all lives matter. From the unborn babies

to the police officers across America.

No, man! He means see the web!

I haven’t heard that before but I see the web.

At least now I do-- I see how it’s spun.

And it makes me feel like shit!

My addictions actually make me feel like it’s normal.

I guess I shouldn’t have said that, but we’re all healing to some degree.

As a Black queer, I’m a nigga and I’m a fag.

Double consciousness is real, my brotha.

I have no rights and my love is a sin, that’s my normal,

but I can’t stay caught up in the web.

I miss my partner

I miss my innocence and now my soul is the victim.

I lost my heart,

my all.

He lost our perspective, our vision, my hope.

I’m so sorry.

I should’ve given him the strength to

keep fighting before he became the victim.

The victim of himself.

Leviticus 18:22:

You should not lie with a male as with a woman.

Romans 1:27:

Those, knowing the judgment of God--

...that they which commit such things are worthy of death!

It’s in the bible! It’s in the bible!

And your love, your love is not...

is not accepted by the bible, it is not real.

And your strength? Your strength comes from the devil.

My European ancestors arrived to create the Holy Land

and you Blacks and fags…

homosexuals… take it for granted.

First of all, crackers ain’t build shit for us, okay,

and were the real savages that resorted to cannibalism.

Crackers eating crackers to survive.

We came to the New World as Israelites under God’s master plan.

America was the city up on the hill waiting to be built by us and for us.

You’re the savages that we brought over to help.

And you kill your own kind everyday, you destroy each other.

You should never, never have a weapon.

We protect ourselves and we just gang members, right?

But when these white boys buy guns they’re recognized as armed militia

with a license to kill.

Or, or, or officers feeling threatened by your skin, so...

...you’re God’s master plan?

And is he your image of god?

I am nothing any of you expected me to be in the flesh.

Simply a flawed reflection of your own experience, a painted picture perhaps?

My eyes have finally seen the glory of God,

And he has blessed me with the blood of Christ.

But his HIV?!

His HIV spreads the blood of the devil.

Nigga, you ain’t invisible.

I’ll never be mistaken as you, or you.

Nobody can confuse this diseased skin with your negroid souls.

Ah, the one drop rule.

The law states that if you had a single Black ancestor, just one,

you would be subjugated to the terror of Jim Crow,

but the oppressor will suffer its wrath well beyond the grave.

The cursed offspring of the serpent seed can never outrun destiny.

History repeats itself and you can’t retreat.

My folks are British...

Ooh!

...and bear the kindred blood of the savior. I am not a negro!

You bleed the same Black blood that I do you bleached puppet!

Is he serious?

You see, his ass is trapped in a world

where people fear the colors that they can’t understand.

Listen, you have to commit a crime in order to go to prison.

Be a threat to society in order to be shot by a policeman protecting America.

It’s not in my DNA.

It ain’t in anyone’s DNA.

We ain’t the reason there’s crime around here.

Sometimes society forces you to do certain things to survive.

Things that everyone does but doesn’t get in trouble for.

Statistics are like records,

but this record keeps skipping.

Yeah, the loop is real, but it’s not how the record is supposed to be played.

Ah, the white paradox.

A cycle of contrasting conundrums that sing the victor’s harmony,

while amplifying the dissonance of the oppressed with every revolution.

An audible insurrection.

It’s classical music… the symphony for Sahara.

You’re blind… you’re all blind!

And the intransigence of the blind is by choice.

History repeats itself and you can’t retreat.

My blood commands me to teach the glory of Christ in his image

and in his spirit-- Eve never came from Africa!

And I’m quite sure that his ancestors would be very disappointed

to know what become of their bondage.

Makena, please take a seat! Take a seat!

Everyone, close your eyes and awaken your soul.

Wilbur Washington defected to the British army during the American Revolution.

Washington’s defection

was a result of his enslaver forcibly removing his teeth

to replace the wooden teeth that were rotting in his own mouth.

Washington’s enslaver was secretly his father.

Commander-in-chief of a young America.

You are his ancestor.

You all share the blood of the oppressed.

Who invited the pig?

That’s Officer to you, ma’am.

And who invited the junkie prostitute?

Fuck you!

Ha! Fuck me? You’d like that wouldn’t you?

But I’d have to recycle some more aluminum cans to afford you.

Welcome, Officer! I see you’re ready to proceed.

Question for you, sir-- does Forrest remind you of anyone?

Never seen him in my life

Does he not remind you of your queer son that embarrassed you?

I don’t need to hear this…

Is your son’s recent suicide

the result of you never saying, “I love you” unconditionally?

Was your criminalizing his sexual desires and courting a Black man

just your vile retribution against his sexual liberations

and your own homosexual tendencies?

William?

I’m so sorry…

Hey baby…

I didn’t know

I missed you.

I didn’t mean for this to happen.

Oh, you’re my whole heart, baby.

You were always the best part of me.

No, no.

-I tried to make you strong. -It's okay. It's okay.

-To make you better than me. -It's okay.

-I just wanted to see your face. -And I’m sorry.

Come here, come here!

Please, come back, you’re my beautiful boy.

I just want you back.

William, William! Please! I just wanted you to be strong,

I want you to come back.

Please! I’m sorry… I’m better now!

William! Stop! Stop, William! Please!

Come back! Come back!

William! Come back! Please, come back!

Wait a minute!

I pulled you over on 7th because you matched the description

of a robbery suspect in the Los Feliz area.

Wait, you know each other?

And after you exited the vehicle, you ran, forcing me--

...to shoot him! I was there! Oh my god, I was there!

You monster!

And I called for back up because I was shot…

And I called for back up because I was shot…

And I called for back up because I was shot!

I called for back up because I was shot.

I called for back up because I was shot!

I called for back up because I was shot!

Wait, what the fuck, you were there?

You were there too…

You sold me this loosey.

You’re a legend.

How did I dodge this bullet when the bullet is always aimed at me?

Designs are flawed yet perfected

when human error is trapped at the right moment.

A divine phenomena that is eagerly seeking

to correct our personal malignancies.

Hey man, we gotta get out of here. We’ve got a plane to catch.

This is the waiting room.

You have to wait.