There will be no redemption because the men who run this place do not want redemption. They want to be as near to hell as they can.

When black blood was money, the savvy businessman knew to open the vein.

High-minded idiocy pitted against the power of coin.

The words from across the ocean were beaten out of them over time. For simplicity, to erase their identities, to smother uprisings.

How to undo slavery's injury to the mental faculties–so many freed men continued to be enslaved by the horrors they'd endured.

And America, too, is a delusion, the grandest one of all. The white race believes--believes with all its heart--that it is their right to take the land. To kill Indians. Make war. Enslave their brothers. This nation shouldn't exist, if there is any justice in the world, for its foundations are murder, theft, and cruelty. Yet here we are.