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I would be splitting hairs if I told who he really was, people just called him Big Bone Jesse. I think that is the one thing about being big and black, the media engine has already helped the world pass judgement on you so you have a daily hourly minutely secondly reminder that you are black. So much so that it clouds your thoughs and all of the actions you perceive are wrapped in w whirlwind of "what have I done wrong?"
The first one of those things being that you were born black and then you grew into a body that made frail people afraid. But it was a distant fear, when when they feel like they are not even able to approach you because the marketing has done its work.
And all the while, your thoughts are eating away at themselves, trying to make sense of things that are and what things could be. A wedge is driven in your psyche so deep that you are surprised by a number of things and the first one being how did it get there in the first place.
You were born with it and depending on where you emerged in the Universe, it would have served you well and built a monolith of a pure human being or have you walk around in disgust and just how much of the world you are trying to make sense of and how much the world just does not want to see you.
But you perservere because you are in it for the long haul. You understand your purpose and you are not everyones cup of tea.
Sometimes you have to stand in your own corner and watch the world even when no one is looking out for you.
