Alexandra Wilson- Inappropriately A Barrister But Fittingly A Defendant! The Entitled White Racist Reasoning? She's Black! Poem by Professor Dr. Stanley Collymore

Alexandra Wilson- Inappropriately A Barrister But Fittingly A Defendant! The Entitled White Racist Reasoning? She's Black!



By Stanley Collymore

Of course we Blacks in every
regard, even so financially,
are innately, instinctively
and irredeemably criminals;
and therefore according to
the assiduously-obsessed
deeply embedded and a
sick perceived-wisdom
of white supremacists
and affiliates of their
delusional-believed,
proclaimed master
race, the intrinsic
nature of Blacks
quite naturally
indicate, that

positions which are quite
irrefutably appropriate
for all Black persons
must essentially be closely
associated with the legal,
prejudicial, merciless,
totally systemic and
the mendaciously
barbaric prison
incarceration
of our Black
people; but quite
preferably, and
a major boost
to humanity,
their death.

(C)Stanley V. Collymore
25 September 2020.


Author's Remarks:
I most approvingly and supportively applaud your very courageous, highly commendable bravery and its direct accompanied action in speaking out Alexandra Wilson, and earnestly wish that many more Black people from all walks of life would do the same.

Rather sickeningly though are the considerable number of whites who personally know what is going on in these diverse incidences of malicious and toxic racism, yet neither speak out against it nor do anything positive to stopit. Because essentially, either directly or indirectly, they are a salient part of the problem.

Well Alexandra Wilson the dormant mongooses have awoken from their period of forbearance and as they physically did with the snakes in the cane fields of the Caribbean, our human versions will likewise act here in Blighty!

Und das, Alexandra Wilson und all die anderen rassistisch missbrauchten Opfer, ist ein kategorisches Versprechen!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Deluke Muwanigwa 25 September 2020

The stone that them builder refuse shall always be them head corner stone. Lyctophobia. Fear of the dark. Dont they realise its just skin. Dont they realise its just a pigment. Their fear a figment. It shall be well my brother.

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