Excerpts: "Crosses to Bear:2012" (Copyright Registration Number: PAu 3-610-338)
"Crosses to Bear: 2012..." is the rebirth and expansion of the original "Crosses to Bear". The new incarnation features the real-life "crosses" of Trayvon Benjamin Martin, George Zimmerman, Shaima Alawadi, Fatima Al Himidi, and the (Unnamed) St. Patrick's Day, Baltimore mugging victim. The balance of the characters have been updated, rewritten entirely, or carried into, the current time. You can get more details about this work, under the "Projects and Titles" link.
NORMAN BEST (A, radical, Neo-Nazi Skinhead):
"Cowards!?? We've got more members than any of you could imagine. There is definitely strength in numbers. In every state, take the size of your senior class and double it.
(Laughing as he continues)
"Then take the senior class of every high school in your state and double it. Then add the cops and the politicians, and the doctors and the lawyers and the UPS men and the cooks and the teachers and the preachers and the nurses and the cable installer guys. Then take the bus drivers and the cabbies and the troopers and the firemen, and, oh yeah… the children. Don’t forget the children that learn the wisdom we have to offer. They know the word of Yahweh. We teach them well. You mustn’t forget the children. They’re easy. Their minds have not been tainted by the Zionist government and the nigger-loving press and the kike-loving media. We develop these minds to the level of truth that they’ll need to survive the days to come.
"People “aks” me “What are you people afraid of, that you have such hate in your hearts?”
I ain’t afraid. I got no reason to be afraid. You half-breed, brainwashed, race traitors, have something to be afraid of. I’m not afraid. I ain’t afraid of nothing. I’m not afraid and frustrated and pissed and hostile...
I’m not afraid! I ain’t scared that the country is no longer going to belong to me as a white man. I ain’t even afraid that I could die in the holy war ahead. I can’t show the fact… I mean, I can’t let myself be--- I mean I won’t allow myself to be--- to be seen at the core. At my essence. What I am."
Trayvon Benjamin Martin (Sanford, FL Murder victim):
"... I just tried to walk away, calm, but quick. But he wouldn’t let me. He got in my face again and my heart was beating faster than after any game I ever played. Any relay I ever ran. And it hurt. It hurt so bad beating inside my chest like that. I couldn’t catch a breath! I was sweating and crying. I’m not even going to lie. I cried!
Sweat was all in my eyes. I was scared. I was so scared! And I knew that this man was going to kill me. I had no more doubt. He had a gun! “Don’t make me shoot you!” And all I could feel was like a dog in the corner getting yelled at by the owner with that look of terror in my eyes and my tail tucked between my legs before I got hit with the rolled up newspaper. I didn’t tear up that pillow. What did I do wrong?
I was going to the house to relax and keep talking to my girl on the phone, but that man had another idea. He messed up. He messed up bad. I know the law. In Florida, if you feel threatened, you can shoot somebody, even if you think they going to attack you. I didn’t have no gun. I’m too young to own one legally. So what chance did I have… even when I felt threatened? That’s the “Stand your Ground” law for you.
This man wanted to shoot me. He finally got his chance to shoot a black person and get away with it. And the bitch of it is that this man was a Catholic altar boy and he is a Latino. His mama is Hispanic! Many people in that town look at him and see him as black as me! You’re a “NOOOK” just like me! ¿Que pasó, hombre? ¿Jorge? Or do you like SNOOOOK better? Run the word BACKWARDS and what do you get. SNOOOOK!” Uhn huh. “Coon”..."
FATIMA al Himidi and Shaima Alawadi (El Cajon, Californian Iraqi murder victim and her daughter)
(Turns to face the audience. Statements in “quotation marks” are her actual words to the media following the, apparent, murder of her mother.)
“We’re not the terrorists! You are! Whoever did this! Why did you do this? She’s a housewife. She’s innocent. She hasn’t hurt anybody, you know? She’s a mother of five. Why did you do it?”
Be merciful of their ignorance and arrogance Daughter.
“We don’t know what color you are, but we do know one thing! You are not Christian. You are not Muslim, and you’re not Jewish. You’re someone without a religion! Because--- if you know God--- you would know that God would not accept that!”
Be careful how you speak, my child. You are poisoning your own garden with this toxic fury.
“You’re ‘a’ animal! Whoever you are!”
If you poison your garden, nothing you plant will ever grow fruit!
“You’re not even ‘a’ animal!”
(Turns to face her mother)
But mommy, I miss you and I’m scared and I cannot be you and I’m frightened that I will fail you and daddy!
You are my daughter, sweet one. You will not fail!
I will! I know I will! And what if they come for one of us next!? What am I supposed to do!
You do the right things and live a good life and be kind and trust in Allah!
Well look at what the hell happened to you!
You mind your tongue and your tone with me young lady! Allah is watching! Allah is always watching!
(Crosses to her seated mother, and embraces her apologetically and in need of assurance)
Mommy, I am so sorry. Without you, who will teach me to be a woman? Who will show me how to care for a baby? Who will give me advice about which husband to select? You are my womanhood, mommy. Without you I am lost.
Nonsense, Fatima. You are a child of God. You are a child of mine! You’re an al-Himidi! You must believe in yourself, live in the honorable way, believe in this family and in God! You will not be forsaken! I love you so. I will always watch over you..."
ISRAEL PADRON, A male of Cuban descent speaks
I come from Cuba to the United States in search for a freedom that I never could have on my island. Castro and the others, you know what I mean. The poverty. The corruption. Don’t get me wrong. I love the island. It is the system that I hate.
I didn’t hardly know the language but I took the time to learn; I still learn. I want for my daughters to have the things that I fear I could not give them in Cuba.
Each day I that I go to work, I try to remind myself that this is a land of opportunity and that the world looks up to the USA for her ability to welcome all. And then a black man can become the leader of the free world? I try to remember that here, of all places, have I the opportunity to learn and earn a living and be the provider that I have been taught I should be.
When I became a citizen was the proudest moment of my life. I felt this surge of warmth come over me. It was very strong. Almost like when you warm yourself in front of a fireplace. I had dreams of how it would feel to walk around, on any street, and know that I could not be persecuted because of my politics. I was a true and legal citizen and that my children would have every advantage that America could offer.
My first job was in an amusement park. This was before I sent for my children: Lina and Mabél. There, I swept the entire park, all day long. They paid the minimum wage guaranteed by the government and I was glad. The work was all day picking up after people and from one end of the park to the other and never did I not have something to pick up. This went on for about seven months and then the winter came.
I then tried to find another job. It turned out to be in a restaurant. The boss was so nasty. It was a large hotel and they did not treat me with any respect at all. I had been a professor in Cuba. Fisica. Physics. That did not matter here. My English was not so good as now and they used to say nasty things to me that they thought I could not understand. I learned that as my English got better, I should not let anybody know. That way, I could understand exactly what they were saying about me. It wasn’t very nice. So I acted as if I couldn’t understand them and they said all kinds of cruel things about me but also about the others in the staff.
The boss was a man from Louisiana. He hated everyone. Latino, black, Asian… everybody and I learned to understand the words he spoke. His assistant was an older Austrian man, Fritz Punzengrüber..."
TRINITY PETIT-CLAIRE FORD (A Bourgoise, African-American Princess/Mogul)
"... You had better believe I hug ALL my Louis Vuitton soft-sided luggage pieces when I need some affection from Daddy. I can hug as long as I want… and they don’t reek of small-batch, single-malt scotch and vah-jay-jay kisses. Mother couldn’t care LESS! SHE has a Centurion card too. I think she stopped having sex with him when she found out about his mistress, years ago. She thinks that that was the only one. I’m convinced she knows about these other chicks. But daddy thinks it’s a big secret.
Someday he’ll try to marry me off to the highest bidder, so that he can get some slack on the purse strings. Poor thing! Doesn’t he realize that as long as I am the keeper of his “secrets”, there will BE no slack? He’s a business mogul. I’m a mogul’s daughter… crafting a deal comes as naturally to me as asking for a piece of lemon with my Espresso. I was taught by a master. I leveraged his indiscretions into my life-long security. I
acquired his balls in the deal. He’s not even slightly mad with me.
I am every molecule the barracuda-heiress-protégée he created… Only I’m a girl, when he hoped for a boy. He says he has taught me well. He sure did! He sent me to school at Wharton. I finished with a Bachelor’s in Econ., with Ivanka Marie. She did well… Summa-Rock. I was Magna and Valedictorian. Her little baby is delicious! Mr. Trump is a business genius. The whole family are.
I make a donation to charity, equal to my purchase, when I shop. I give back! I care about the less fortunate. But I am not going to apologize for being endowed with a truly endless nest egg that can never, ever crack… no matter what the economy does. Like it’s MY fault!
My oldest brother, Pierce, I mean Kwame: he changed his name after the movie “Malcolm X” came out. He always says “Trinity… you have everything you need except for an identity”. I DO have an identity! I’m a privileged, expert business mind, with a doctorate in the design of the deal, and tens of trillions of reasons not to be bothered that Daddy doesn’t care about me. Or love me. But as far as I can see, I like who I am..."
THOMAS (Hawk-with-eyes-that-sting-with-tears) (A Nez Perce Indian/Native-American)
"... Now it’s still the native American and the African American fighting to stay alive and prosper, but what do you expect? We are hearty peoples. As with all things that have an evolutionary or metamorphic process… time is the ultimate equalizer. Now let’s add the Asian-Indians, Latinos, the Pakistanis, the Koreans, et cetera, et cetera, ad infinitum. And the one common thread between all of the shared hardship of these people is but one. Don’t insult me by making me say it aloud, as if my qualification could really change history or present you with a revelation so new as to drive you out to correct everything.
Some things can never be changed. Some wrongs can never be righted. Some sins can never be forgiven and some stains can’t be erased. America is stained. Stained by the deeds of those who stole the land, slew the people, enslaved the people, denied the people, feared the people, by some people for some people. The truth is hard to look at especially having been so succinctly and plainly set forth here. You see before you, the progeny of America’s earliest stain: The one who got away and knows the truth.
This is not an indictment of all white people. There are so many more white people that stand up for right, today, than ever before. My fear isn’t of white people. My fear is that this nation that was founded on lies and theft and hatred and bloodshed will find it hard to ever have true peace. The difference can only begin with you. White patriot chiefs, who so boldly led the charge of the cavalry… I charge your kin to bravely lead the battle to higher honor. The honor that has been lacking for so long. We have seen in history that honor and respect cannot be extorted. It must be earned.
Honor and dignity are not mere concepts. They are requisite obligations of human beings. My people have always revered and honored the “Two-Sprits”… the people who embodied the female and the male light in one body. They were heralded as seers, healers and the greatest hunters. We have known, accepted and loved “Two Spirits” for generation on generation. Our “One Spirits” still multiply and make families. You are being lied to by those who tell you that the “Two-Spirits” will destroy anything! It’s. A. Lie."
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