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Imagine if we had role reversal, white people, let me enslave you for 200 plus years on the plantation fields, making you pick my collard greens in 100 degree heat, but don’t worry, for you house wiggers, you will only serve not cook, cause y’all don't season , or how about I cut on my red and blue’s and pull you over for driving while caucasion, lemme ask for your license and registration, and as soon as you reach for the glove compartment, I yell GUNNN, and next thing you know you got 15 bullets from me, another 15 from my partner, 30 more from the other two coppers who stopped just to watch, but again, my bad, we thought that piece of paper was a pistol, and the only reprimand I’ll get is a paid vacation while I’m under investigation, or how bout I walk into the convenience store, and hear that country music playing loud, that luke bryan is very offensive to me and I slit your throat, or how bout I shackle you all up on a boat, introduce you to 400 different diseases and then hit you with a bible to be controlled, quoting scripture revelation chapter 1, verse 14 and 15, skin of bronze, hair like sheep's wool, yea , God is black, or what if all the presidents throughout history were black, and once y’all won the election, and now you feel that oppression, injustice and racial discrimination still ain’t changed, and all we would yell to you is, BUT YOU HAVE A WHITE PRESIDENT, HOW CAN RACISM EXIST, BECAUSE I VOTED FOR THE WHITE GUY, what if we stole yo poor mans recipes and claimed it as a delicacy on food network, here guys, check out this Birmingham pumpkin pie, hey, how bout this Harlem shuffle cranberry sauce, oh my god, have you tasted Anna Mae’s in house stuffing, or what if you finally got tired of everything and started to holla out WHITE LIVES MATTER, and then I counteract with no, ALL LIVES MATTER, to make your movement sound irrelevant, what if your pay scales was disporportionate from my people, yall do the same jobs, same quality, but the pay and hiring scales aren’t equal, what if when February came around it was white history month, you only had 28 days to show what your people have done, but with your child the only one in an all black school, a few of us gone put some peach makeup on our faces, and sing that old caucasian spiritual, THE BRITISH ARE COMING, THE BRITISH ARE COMING, TWO ARMS, TWO ARMS, THE BRITISH ARE COMING, what if me and my people rallied up at the borders because hoards of people from Europe was coming, threatening to take our jobs, increase our crime rates, suck up our tax breaks to pay for their medical cost, our country can’t be lost, we must fight to the death to protect the red, black and green, or what if you told us that you cant breathe, what if you were scared to buy skittles and a green tea, what if black people started to bleach their skin, dye their hair blonde, nod their heads down instead of up when we see another brother, what if we crossed the street when we saw one of y’all coming, clutching our wallets in the process, what if we started following you around the store to make sure you don’t steal the supply of bud light in the alcohol section, you’d be happy to yell the phrase EVERYBODY WANNA BE A CAUCASIAN, TIL ITS TIME TO BE A CAUCASIAN, or most of all, what if my privilege allowed you to feel what the *** I feel on a daily basis, hey white people, that don’t sound so good, now does it...
