we still can’t seem to get it right.
that whole “all men are created equal” thing seems more like a fluke of history, an aberration, a hiccup, a laughable diversion. what could those “fathers of our country” been thinking? it’s like they were fucking us and in a moment of passion said “i love you,” when in fact they felt nothing but disdain for us–we were just a receptacle.
["night time blues" and "last thursday in paris" acrylic on canvas by judith bledsoe.]