To all my Chinks, Japs, Gooks, Slits, Slants, Slopes, Fishheads, Zipperheads, and fellow Mongoloids. They sure have a lot of words to hate us, don't they?
I'm here to tell you that we were all born into a war. It's not a conventional war, the kind with tanks, fighter jets, or attack submarines. No, this war is more like a street fight. Bring your fists, hearts, and minds. Where is the battlefront? It's not being fought in far away lands, or taking place on some foreign soil whose mother tongue you can't pronounce. It's being fought right here, right at home, right on your doorstep.
They call it a culture war. That's a lie, culture has nothing to do with this. Let me tell you brothers what it really is. It's a gang war. Gangs, divided along race, class, gender, sexual orientation, and every other way you can subdivide and atomize a human being, have congregated under one prison roof to duke it out for turf. That prison is America, home of gangsters, and the biggest, roughest, toughest, most feared gang on the block is... well, shit, do I really have to tell you?
You know who it is. You know who be rolling deep. You know who reps their set, all across media, magazines, news, TV, and every public venue you've ever attended. You can't miss it. They vandalize buildings, bridges, churches, streets, and stadiums with their gang signs and logos. You go to their parties. You listen to their music. You work alongside them, but never with them. They hold all the money, hell, they MAKE money. They own the police, the judges, the politicians, and the government. They have many names: paleface, gringo, honkey, haole, laowei, but you will know them by this sign: they are all, uniformly, White.
Let's talk about the LA Riots. No, not the manufactured ones in 1992, where they pitted us against Blacks to break us apart. I'm talking about the LA Riots of 1871, or more precisely, the LA Massacre of 1871.