There Are No White People

My dearest Sibling in Diaspora,
I'm writing you these letters from Africa, a place described as a jungle by Pink
people.
It was from there that your great-grandfathers and mothers were shipped away to
lands culturally different from theirs. They were forced into outfits that were
strange to them. They were made to live in a different climate, against their will
They were mullioned, decorated and a new life festered on them. A very different
life. More chaotic than they ever lived; translucently debilitating and quite
horrendous; more often than you would find in the hardship that young people who
are trafficked through Libya to Europe via the Mediterranean experience today.
I am writing to you with a sorrowful and angry soul, because what the Pink people
did to our fathers and mothers must never be forgotten or forgiven. We shall keep
demanding that they apologize, and ceaselessly remind them of their crimes
against humanity.
These are tasks we must discharge daily. If we failed to do those, the Pink people
would continue to manipulate and wound us. The Pink persons are evil; they
constitute an affliction upon the world. Their heartlessness is unrivaled. Therefore,
we must zealously repulse their advance.
I am only writing to you, to apologize for many misdeeds. I apologize to you, my
dearest Sibling in Diaspora, whom we allowed Pink people to take away from us.
They have said that we "sold' you into slavery. I agree. We did, because if we
hadn't, no complicity would have been involved in stacking you on the ships. We
helped them take you away. This is why I am writing this letter to you.
To say, I am sorry and that you must forgive us for allowing them to take you
away.
Forgive us.