The Fire Was Never the Point
We saw it.
They said we didn’t.
We knew they would say we didn’t.
This is their strategy.
It’s not just distraction.
They like it this way.
Truth doesn’t always arrive quietly.
Sometimes it slams head-on like a freight train.
And when power crosses a line, it rarely announces it.
It redraws the line instead.
They light the fire.
Then tell us there were never flames.
They see their power as invisibility.
But arrogance blinds them — not us.
And that blindness becomes their weakness.
The fire was never the point.
Racism was.
Racism is not the earthquake.
Not the hurricane.
It is the weed cracking the sidewalk.
Salt in a paper cut.
Now it is 2026.
Nearly ten years since this nation’s only Black president left office.
The current president depicts the former one as an ape.
And still, we are told not to believe what we see.
For some, that strategy works.
Familiar scripts are easy to follow.
But for the rest of us — this is not new.
We have seen the pattern before.
The only surprise left is the arrogance.
The belief that the pattern is invisible.
We are not victims of the story they are trying to tell.
We are witnesses to the truth they cannot erase.
We saw it then.
We see it now.
Truth does not need permission to exist.
It waits.
It persists.
And then it leaves the rest to us.