Keksi
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"The year 2077 is projected to not be a good one for American citizens. Still at the height of racism and segregation, tension between blacks and whites raise as daily reports of lynchings, violent protests, and torturous deaths rise from each side. The once "Great Nation" is torn apart by riots, promoting separation and withdrawal from mixing with other races. It is speculated that immigration is at an all-time low due to the lack of safety and worries that there is no safety in sleep; only the fear of having your throat slit or children taken and hanged in the tree of your front yard. Both sides have caused wrong, both have been victims, yet there seems to be no end to America's wound that was reopened nearly 60 years ago."
-Alina Müller of Europe's Neutral News
The words echo in the heads of the two in the otherwise empty kitchen. A father and a daughter. To look at the father, one would see gentleness etched into the creases around his eyes; a face without hate. A frown was permanently wrinkled into the skin around his lips from reading the news aloud every morning from a news source distanced from the fray of the States. The only way to see both sides was to do look at it this way, or read both The White Daily and Black Swan. Both bend the events of the day to fit to their reader's liking, but when pieced together the picture is clearer. However, even if he were to walk into a white-run drugstore, he would not be able to purchase the paper unless overcharged with fees of money, mockery, and bruises.
As for the girl, she becomes uncomfortable but wishes to speak out without consequence in a racially charged environment. She only unpacks her feelings on race or questions about her mother with her father, even at 18. No one at school particularly enjoys her company, the teachers dismiss her because she doesn't devour their prejudices against whites like everyone else. Keeping thoughts to herself, she knows she withdraws from and despises those who hate based off skin color. She sees herself as neither singularly black nor white; perhaps just a shade of gray who wishes to live in the shadows of a terrible age.
-Alina Müller of Europe's Neutral News
The words echo in the heads of the two in the otherwise empty kitchen. A father and a daughter. To look at the father, one would see gentleness etched into the creases around his eyes; a face without hate. A frown was permanently wrinkled into the skin around his lips from reading the news aloud every morning from a news source distanced from the fray of the States. The only way to see both sides was to do look at it this way, or read both The White Daily and Black Swan. Both bend the events of the day to fit to their reader's liking, but when pieced together the picture is clearer. However, even if he were to walk into a white-run drugstore, he would not be able to purchase the paper unless overcharged with fees of money, mockery, and bruises.
As for the girl, she becomes uncomfortable but wishes to speak out without consequence in a racially charged environment. She only unpacks her feelings on race or questions about her mother with her father, even at 18. No one at school particularly enjoys her company, the teachers dismiss her because she doesn't devour their prejudices against whites like everyone else. Keeping thoughts to herself, she knows she withdraws from and despises those who hate based off skin color. She sees herself as neither singularly black nor white; perhaps just a shade of gray who wishes to live in the shadows of a terrible age.