Power is the crushing sensation delivered from somewhere vaguely Above.
It is obtuse; inscrutable.
Ever-shifting and mercurial.
A black hole sucking everything in.
A black boot in every face.
A contradiction; a cognitive dissonance.
The bitter taste on one's tongue.
The gnawing fear.
A slap in the face.
An endless arms race.
A shallow grave.
A cold stare.
Racism is a shortcut for small minds. It’s a cheat for lazy people who don’t want to do the work of being discerning about people.
It is insecurity and fear of The Other. It’s ready-made scapegoats and easy answers. A made up story to channel one’s anger into. Deflection away from one’s own faults and flaws. Denial of responsibility. Worldview myopia. Reductionism at its worst. Shallow; vapid. Unseemly.
The stuff of weak minds.