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 sound, because what the Pink people did to our fathers and mothers must never be forgotten or forgiven. We shall keep demanding that they apologise, and ceaselessly remind them of crimes against humanity. These 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 unrivalled. Therefore, we must zealously repulse their advance. I am only writing to you, to apologise for many misdeeds. I apologise 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'.