• I wrote this piece before Saturday’s results.

It’s somewhere around six am in the hours before dawn. Though the sun has yet to arrive for its shift, much of the world awaits the announcement of who will preside over the plantation that is the United States. This exhausting practice engendered a social reproduction of the good master controlling image. There is, of course, no such thing as a “good master” and the plight of the black collective to acquire, and I paraphrase the late Dorothy West here, a “living that’s easy” proves disturbing on many levels. The fight is essential for revolution. Thus, the plight for an easier route betrays a national desire for another side of a coin, not a new currency.

The currency for this capitalistic space is racism. To this point, I wish to state the unconventional. The last four years proved an ideal platform for revolution. Donald Trump’s presidency, which, like his Central Park Five Ad that overtly called for black genocide, betrayed the souls of white folk— a soul without a conscience. His presidency exposed the forces encapsulated since the inception of the term “president.” Forces that continue to inform the black collective that we must be our own saviors. Forced that, once confronted, remind us that the system isn’t broken; it is designed to break us.

Nevertheless, Trump delineates the extent of white nationalism, a systemic Frankenstein that actualizes a compartmentalized terror that transitioned a racial essence from a wind-like presence to lightning and thunder.

Yet, for the black collective, his presidency proved a missed opportunity.

While a minority acknowledged the promise of Trump’s transparent racism, the majority participated in the increased centrality of whiteness. A racist white media which continues to posit tokenized blacks as progress, launched a four-year witchhunt that surfacely censured Trump’s behavior. The critiques consistently and strategically conflated traits idiosyncratic to whiteness in general with Trump’s individual behavior. Thus, just as Barack Obama’s presidency reinforced white desire for a white face for white nationalism, Donald Trump’s presidency incited a desire for a democracy that has never existed.

Conclusively, while much of the world disingenuously opposed and mocked Trump’s slogan “make America great again,” the media, critics, Americans, and those reaching for an Americanism that only manifests for the non-black, sought to actualize these words in the most white nationalist way possible. This “way” is of course getting the black collective to pursue the crux of white mythos to cast the black collective off a cliff so that we remains in the position of looking up.