Any car journey can change from just sitting having a conversation – to going over one of those invisible lines where white people police those of color. Those moments when we are just going about our day. Then we get that feeling. The constant unfairness and cowardice wrapped in racism is about to take an action that could alter our life. The conversation stops mid-air. You pull the car over. People on the street look the other way. They look the other way and that makes them fucking complicit, Leo! Does it not? If they maintain silence to profit from racist men like those I mention, that means they endorse their racism. We must pick our battles. I have more than one to fight. I want to come home. I will sit my bar exam and I will stay the fuck away from monk-brewed alcohol and bone mermaids.

What has this city done to me?

I will focus on inequality in education.

I will teach a class on ideas. And on ideology.

How ideology is sold to us as a fixed thing that every infrastructure is based upon… but they are all just based on ideas. And those ideas were created so people could find a way to control billions of other people… a way to profit, a way to order society, a way to warehouse humans. I will enter the system from the inside and work my way out.

Who says it can’t be done?

We must file our history differently and put the false stories to bed. There are no different races of humans; there are only humans and we are all made from stardust every single one of us, we are children of the universe and we are one massive fucked-up race and there is no God – only good and evil and every shade of possibility in between. Who will listen to my thoughts, Leo? Wherever I end up over the next few months – on a ship, or in a cell – I will write to you. I will do it on this pad and if it is taken from me, then I will write in the dust on the floor with my tongue.

They say we are helpless, they say we are weak, they say we are nothing… they are liars!