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Whiteness - The Reviled, The exalted

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Whiteness - The Reviled, The exalted

Beat the War drums – this is NOT a joke. The carcasses you exchanged for wealth have refused to rot in silence… Flashback Betrayal comes in many forms. But none can defeat premeditated attacks wrapped in greed… A black man entrapped in white skin, his was a hardened existence. A life filled with caution and awkward stares, an albino, the reviled, his fate was sealed. Then came the one he thought was his friend … he learnt the hard way that even friendships formed in stone can disintegrate into dust. They took a journey to Tanzania, ‘to see the sights’ his friend said. They entered into a hut – a witchdoctor’s hut- his friend had sold him for some parts. Of course he’d heard the stories: the number of albino deaths had risen – a strange belief in the sacrificing of the albino for health and wealth had taken root. Their sale was booming business. BUT never once did he think his dear friend would betray him thus. Fortunately, a neighbour heard his cries, he escaped death by a whisker. Present day His hair is dyed red; his eyes are covered in permanent shades. His accent is imported, his ancestral land is forgotten. He looks just like the white men, the exalted. The ones who chased him from their hotels have rolled out the red carpet. Those that hold a 999-year lease on thousands of acres their grandfathers spilled blood on, those that ‘accidentally shot some trespassers’ for setting foot in those lands have embraced him. Those that order workers to be locked in factories at night, those who didn’t bat an eyelash when fire engulfed their employees alive, have invited him to their table. And his kin? He had to die in order to live. When you unashamedly wipe out whole cultures and instill a culture of oppression; revulsion and exaltation rise up in equal measures. But what happens when the scale tips? In the wake of frustration, the target that’s in the vicinity becomes the target that bleeds… But what happens when the scope expands? The drums keep beating faster. Continue living your life – it’s not your fight yet. OR See that which remains unseen Caged birds never forget their nesting place, do they?

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  1. Date: 1/21/2014 9:14:00 AM

    This reminds me of the albino, a people endowed with peculiar pigments, in africa sought after by those cursed with the earthly desires to be rich, throu whatever means, including witchcraft ie 'whiteness exalted, whiteness reviled. Vicky, vividly you certainly cry out for the isolated lot of humanity.

  1. Date: 11/15/2012 5:59:00 AM

    Plz help me to write like u I'm serious. That's magnificent!!!

  1. Date: 11/11/2012 5:31:00 PM

    Wow, wow, wow. You are a voice in the wilderness. This is important work you are doing.

  1. Date: 11/11/2012 2:56:00 PM

    Vicki...that's some powerful writing there, I would call it Dramatic Monolog, you tell an important slice of history. Thanks for stopping by my writes. Light & Love

    Tsiluma Avatar Vicky Tsiluma Date: 11/11/2012 9:04:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Debbie, he is the one who was fortunate to escape but he had to change his whole identity in order to stay alive.
    Guzzi Avatar Debbie Guzzi Date: 11/11/2012 2:56:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    who is this person Vicki?
  1. Date: 11/11/2012 10:21:00 AM

    people forgot about that human business incident at the exact time the last line of the 'story' was read on TV, thanks for keeping the world's eyes open, Vicky, very shocking inhuman act, i admit...great poem.Lucas

  1. Date: 11/11/2012 8:32:00 AM

    WOW! What can I say about this poem? It is superved and deep. There is so much that goes on in the world We have no knowledge about until it comes out in the open Or until someone writes about it. Thanks for sharing this great piece of poetry. and for reading my poems. Lucilla

  1. Date: 11/10/2012 8:22:00 AM

    My god Vicky you have brought me to a world of another atrocity I did not know existed. I was surprised to read it has survived even into this century. Useless spilling of blood, red inside just like everyone. The anger, sadness and revolution you portray is stunning. I will not forget your last line. love, Kathy

  1. Date: 11/10/2012 6:01:00 AM

    I've been reading through some of your poems and you are a powerful voice. I appreciate the fact that you are approaching some tough subjects and force those of us on the other side of the color divide to confront our sins. Hope your work breaks out of the poetry ghetto. One of the few I gave a 7.

  1. Date: 11/9/2012 2:09:00 PM

    Truth is always good. Just reading this, gave me the feeling of walking on eggshells. POWERHOUSE WRITE! Good Luck in the contest!

  1. Date: 11/9/2012 11:59:00 AM

    Hi Vicky very good write I liked it, all the best Owen

  1. Date: 11/9/2012 11:15:00 AM

    I am not a pro on any form of poetry but...I know when I read a poem if I have enjoyed it. Now I have read yours and I have indeed enjoyed it Vicky. I wish you a wonderful weekend and hope you find much inspiration to continue with your writing endeavors. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 11/9/2012 12:27:00 AM

    I think I heard something of this before. wow, you did great with this challenge. VERY good, and I hope susan gives this a great win!! (the expression I think you were going for inside this poem is "bat an eyelash")

    Tsiluma Avatar Vicky Tsiluma Date: 11/9/2012 1:18:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    LOL! You're right Andrea. Thank you!