If You Want to Talk About Slavery, Then Talk About All of It. And Then Let It Go.

There is noone to blame for it anymore, but yourself.

If You Want to Talk About Slavery, Then Talk About All of It. And Then Let It Go.

Slavery didn’t start in America, and it didn’t only happen to Black people. It wasn’t invented in 1619. It wasn’t built by one race or one nation. It was a global industry for thousands of years, across every empire, in every culture.

Egyptians enslaved Jews. Romans enslaved everyone they conquered. Native tribes enslaved their enemies before Europeans ever set foot here. African kingdoms sold their own people to Arab and European traders for guns and gold. The Arab slave trade lasted over thirteen hundred years and mutilated more men than the transatlantic trade ever did. Historians estimate that between 17 to 20 million Africans were taken and sold into slavery through the Arab slave trade, with many dying before they ever arrived.

Unlike the transatlantic route, a large percentage of male slaves were castrated, often in brutal conditions, making family, reproduction, and legacy impossible. Eunuchs were considered more controllable and were in high demand, especially in harems and elite households. Mortality rates during the castration process were extremely high, sometimes exceeding 60 percent.

Under Islamic law, slavery was not only tolerated but formalized. Sharia categorized slaves by purpose—domestic, military, and sexual—and enforced a rigid hierarchy that institutionalized ownership over entire classes of people. Slavery was not a glitch in these systems, it was a pillar. From the Abbasid Caliphate to the Ottomans, slave armies, concubine harems, and state-run slave markets were the norm. The Mamluks, for instance, were a military class of slave soldiers who rose to power in Egypt and even ruled for centuries. In the Ottoman Empire, the devshirme system forcibly took Christian boys from their families to serve as elite Janissaries.

It was only in the mid-20th century that countries like Saudi Arabia, Mauritania, and Yemen finally banned slavery on paper, long after most of the West had outlawed it. And while the transatlantic trade rightly draws condemnation, the Arab slave trade left scars just as deep, if not deeper, and is rarely spoken of today.

Europeans were also enslaved by North African pirates known as Barbary corsairs, with estimates ranging into the hundreds of thousands. Entire coastal towns in Italy, Spain, and even as far north as Ireland were raided for captives. The word "slave" literally comes from "Slav," because Eastern Europeans, especially from the Balkans, were captured and sold in such high numbers that their name became synonymous with bondage.

That’s not an opinion. That’s a historical fact.

But you don’t hear that. You don’t hear about the Irish who were shipped off in chains. You don’t hear about Chinese men worked to death on railroads. You don’t hear about Ottoman child soldiers torn from their families. You only hear one version, because one version gets you clicks, anger, and control. That one version turns into a weapon, a hammer swinging at every conversation, flattening everything into blame. And the worst part is, the truth doesn’t stand a chance when the lie is louder.

So let’s say it plain. Slavery was real. It was ugly. It was global. But it was not uniquely American, and it is not a license for endless guilt, division, or moral superiority. Nobody alive today is a slave owner. And most of us are descendants of people who never owned a damn thing. Many of us come from immigrants who showed up after slavery ended, who knew nothing but hard work and survival, who built the roads, the buildings, the bridges, the farms, the schools. They were poor. They were scared. They were tough. And they never tried to destroy the country that gave them a shot. They tried to make it better. They tried to become part of it.

And while we’re being honest, white people are immigrants too. Almost every white family in this country came from somewhere else, often fleeing war, poverty, famine, or persecution. From the Irish in the early 1900s escaping starvation, to Italians seeking work, to Germans, Poles, Czechs, and Russians running from collapse or tyranny, white immigrants poured into America from all over Europe. Many arrived with nothing but calloused palms and the hope of building a life from scratch. They didn’t inherit this land. They earned their place in it. They weren’t born into privilege. They built it, brick by brick, with sweat and stubbornness. And as their children, it is our job to carry that behavior forward. Ask around. Do some real research. Find out what America actually means and how delicate it really is. Because if we forget what it cost to build this country, we will lose everything that made it worth building.

So no, the problem is not skin color. Most people don’t recoil from it. In fact, they’re often drawn to it. People see different shades and cultures as beautiful, exotic, interesting. Skin isn’t the barrier. Accents can spark curiosity, attraction, and spark lifelong friendships. Even language barriers become a shared adventure when people want to connect. The real issue is energy, presence, and behavior. You walk into a room with a smile and some decency, people feel at ease. You walk in looking like you’re ready to start a fight, with a mask pulled low, eyes darting, one hand buried in your coat, and people are going to flinch. Not because of your race, but because you look like a threat. That’s not racism. That’s survival. That’s street-level wisdom. That’s common sense.

Let’s get one thing straight: It’s not the metal-heads or the hippie kids you see glorifying violence. It’s the rap and hip-hop culture that’s been perpetuating all of this behavior. Don’t get it twisted—I’m not talking about every artist, every lyric, or every fan. But you can’t deny the mainstream message that's being pushed—the guns, the drugs, the fake bravado, and the obsession with money at any cost. This isn't about personal expression; it's about building an industry that profits off anger, division, and destruction. And it's not just happening on the streets—it's happening on your screen. It's happening in your earphones. It’s feeding the chaos.

This is where the problem lies. The industry sells that chaos to kids, and they buy it—because it’s sold as power. It’s sold as strength. And when that becomes your reality, the world you live in is nothing but a fight for dominance. That’s not a way of life. That’s a race to the bottom, and it’s drowning us.

You think it’s just music? It's mental malware. It wires young brains to crave power through fear. To confuse manhood with menace. To believe that respect comes from being ruthless, not responsible. It teaches them that shooting someone gets more praise than helping someone. That making a scene is better than making a difference. That style matters more than soul. That money matters more than Life.

But that’s not culture. That’s sabotage. That’s a generation being programmed to destroy itself. And we call it entertainment. So when someone chooses not to welcome that kind of energy, that’s not racism. That’s awareness. That’s a person choosing safety, peace, and sanity. And no one should be shamed for that.

Instead of playing the victim, be the example. Be the kind of person you’d want to live next to. Treat people how you want to be treated. If someone is kind to you, return it. If someone is cold, be wise, not bitter. This isn’t complicated. Even a child can understand that one bad apple doesn’t mean the whole tree is rotten. And yet grown adults throw the word racism around like it’s a toy, weaponizing it to excuse bad choices, shame others, or justify division.

We have real problems to face. Teaching our kids that violence equals respect is one of them. Raising generations that know nothing of history, patriotism, or character is another. We are tearing each other apart when we should be holding the line together.

So if you want to talk about slavery, fine. But tell the whole story. Then put it back in the history books where it belongs. Because dragging it around like a weapon today is going to cost us more than we can afford.

And if you’re looking for someone to blame for the hate you carry, try a mirror. Because the hard truth is this: the ones screaming racism the loudest are often the ones most infected by it. They don’t want unity. They want a fight. Not because they’ve been wronged, but because they’ve found power in playing the victim. Racism is no longer a scar they carry—it’s a crutch they lean on, a mask they wear, a club they swing at anyone who dares to live differently or speak truthfully.

Not everyone who avoids you is racist. Maybe they’re just tired of being threatened. Maybe they’re tired of being shouted at, judged, intimidated, or blamed for a past they never lived. People aren’t afraid of your skin. They’re afraid of your energy, your aggression, your refusal to take responsibility for anything while demanding everything.

So stop pretending racism is the reason people don’t want you around if you're the one acting like a walking threat. That’s not prejudice. That’s self-preservation.

Be an American. Not a coward. Not a pawn. Not a loudmouth looking to throw gasoline on every spark of discomfort. Be someone your grandparents would be proud of. Someone your kids can look up to. Someone who earns respect by giving it. Someone who builds something worth protecting.

Because when this country finally burns from the inside out, it won’t be because of race. It’ll be because we let childish division replace adult responsibility. It’ll be because we forgot what being a decent human looks like. It’ll be because we stopped teaching courage and started rewarding cowardice.

That’s the only kind of revolution that ever works.

Or don't, and see what happens when not a single person is around to love you when you get old. Nobody to call from prison. Family that wants nothing to do with you. Because you were a stupid, entitled asshole who spent more time listening to a screen than you did developing your own character. If you don’t believe me, look around. Look at all your friends. You all resemble each other. You all have the same talk, walk, and clothes. It seems like you’ve all just become a fake image of someone you want to be. See yourselves for what you’ve become.

People have become nothing more than a wallet in this country. We are always going to be poor if we spend our lives trying to keep up with what our favorite artists, influencers, or streaming platforms tell us to do or buy. And the biggest issue these divides are going to cause? We are all going to need each other one day. In the not-so-distant future, I think.

We, as a people, have split into generations that hate each other. We have at least two generations of kids reaching into their 30s now who have not learned respect for anything. And they have the nerve to speak of slavery like it’s a badge of honor. Meanwhile, they’ve been given more liberty than any human has ever had in the past. The older generations, who gave them the freedoms they have pissed away, are the enemy? No. Our problems lie in your behavior. It’s disgusting, and you are not prepared for the consequences of your actions.

So, to anyone who uses false narratives to throw blame while you are the entirety of the problem and the true perpetrators of racism and violence, fuck you! Slavery is not an excuse to call anyone a racist anymore.

As a white man, my heart truly bleeds for anyone who was put through such an ordeal, at any point in the history of the world. It is my opinion that slavery will never happen again as long as we keep Communist and Islamic laws from ever ruling this country. Together, We the People means we are one. We are American, not white or black or yellow, red, rainbow, or brown. We, the People, are not slaves or owners. What are we? We are all fucking slaves. you don't believe me?

Let me ask you something: If you think calling someone a slave master today is your get-out-of-jail card for guilt, think again. You’re out here worried about the past, about things that happened centuries ago, while you’re letting the real masters of today—Apple, Google, Amazon—control your every move. We’re all slaves now, living on credit with nothing but empty promises, addicted to convenience and materialism. We’re told to buy, buy, buy, and yet we’re paying stupid prices for things that don’t add a damn thing to our lives. You’re not free—you’re just programmed. You think you’re not a slave? Try breaking free from the system that controls you. Credit scores, tech contracts, and monthly subscriptions are your new chains. And you’re shackled by them, whether you see it or not.

Here’s the truth: Racism and slavery as you know them are not the problem today. It’s what we’ve become slaves to now that we should be worrying about. You're getting played by the system that tells you what to wear, what to buy, and how to think, and you don't even realize it. The real masters are the tech giants, the influencers, the credit card companies that keep you on the hamster wheel. You think you’re free because you can scroll through Instagram, but you’re actually shackled to a machine that profits from your distraction. You want to talk about slaves? You’re already one, and you don’t even know it.

And if you think slavery ended, you’re wrong. It just changed names. Today, it’s called sex trafficking. It’s quiet. It’s digital. It doesn’t wear chains—it wears mascara and fear. Right now, all across this country and the world, children are being kidnapped, coerced, or tricked into slavery that never makes the news. Women are bought and sold in basements, hotels, and online marketplaces like they’re nothing. They’re moved from city to city in vans, across borders, through apps, and nobody blinks. You want to fight slavery? Then stop talking about 1619 like it’s the epicenter of human evil and start paying attention to the girl who vanished from your town last week.

This is not symbolic. It’s not historical. It’s real. And if we spent half as much time dealing with the slavery that exists today as we do blaming each other for what ended over 150 years ago, maybe we’d save a few lives. Maybe we’d stop pretending that race is the biggest divide when the real divide is between those who look away and those who look for the missing. Slavery didn’t die—it got digitized. It got monetized. And it continues because people would rather debate statues and slogans than look in the shadows of their own communities.

You can’t keep pointing fingers at the past, talking about slavery as if it’s the only issue left. Slavery didn’t end—it just morphed into something else. You’re paying for a system that uses your data, your time, your attention, and your debt against you. The true slave owners are those who control the algorithms, who push the advertisements, who decide what you buy and when. And you? You’ve become their puppet. Every click, every scroll, every purchase—you’re a part of their machine. So before you scream about the old days of slavery, take a look at what you’re still enslaved to. It’s right in front of your face.

And yet, the real kicker is that we’re slaves by choice. The world has given us more freedom than any generation before us, and instead of taking responsibility and building something real, we’ve bought into the lie. We’ve traded our independence for a quick fix, for a moment of distraction. And we let it happen because we don’t want to face the truth. So, before you go around throwing around the word "racism" or using slavery as an excuse for everything wrong with the world, remember that we’re all walking around with invisible chains, controlled by algorithms and consumerism. You might not be chained to a plantation, but you sure as hell are chained to your smartphone, your debt, and your need to keep up with the next “must-have” thing. Wake up.

If we don’t forget the evil in our past, Look at the evils in our present and the evils crossing our borders, if we don't stand as one, how are the new generations ever going to be strong enough to fight? If We the People don’t start looking away from the screens and see the world for what it really is, how will we ever notice we have ALL become a different kind of slave? Wake up now, or none of us will have a country or a future.

You don’t believe me? Just go without your phone for 1 fucking day and talk to strangers instead.