The raving despot and his silent, but deadly, sidekick.

Once upon a time in a land not too far away, there ruled a cruel and delusional despot whose aim was to decimate the world by sheer lies and propaganda.

He tried, oh lord he did, but unfortunately he was impeached. The world breathed a sigh of relief, oh how glorious it was to be the conquerer of such evil. To fight the good fight and emerge triumphant, is no small feat. The world watched as the madman was dragged away in a straightjacket. We applauded, we sang in the streets, we lifted our faces to the brilliant sunshine, we thumped our fists in the air. We took our world back.

Suddenly, a darkness rolled in, covering the sun’s light. Our songs of victory faltered and dimmed, faded. Silence reigned. At that moment we felt a boulder-like shift in our collective guts. What we had ignored, the evil sidekick, had stepped to the fore.

He glittered, pale white and silver, his cold piercing eyes scanned the masses. Wherefore his eyes stopped, people fell and writhed a horrible death. The world we had hoped to put to rights toppled in a slicing of his eyes. We died as he decided our fates.

The evil witch performing abortions felt the burning of the stake as though it was just lit, and yet on fire for a thousand years.

The they who refused to accept a gender felt their hearts ripped out, their brief moment of freedom caused such pain at the end.

The girl, who dared to wear her hijab, exposed as naked as the day she was born, sent to the special chamber reserved just for her kind.

The little black child, who stared without fear at the henchmen, was taken to the wall and blasted to smithereens.

The white activists, who fought for equality and freedom-for-all, poor souls were dragged away never to be seen again.

And the feminists, they were tied with ropes and chains, hung from the ceiling forever. Ragged and rotting were they, while their pussies were grabbed for eternity. They spat and cursed to no avail, by the end they left the world raving mad. Their flicker of hope raged into the flames that fuelled his hell.

History called it colonization. History labelled it The Holy Wars. History recorded it as World War 1 and 2. Hitler called it the Perfect Race. It was known as Apartheid. Genocide. Paganism. It was Sodom and Gomorrah.

We called it, The Apocalypse.

This man stayed his course, had never denied, or tried to hide, his one true belief:

“I’m a Christian, a conservative and a Republican … in that order.”

Remember our fallen brothers, sisters, and others. Remember a long, long time ago we were fighting for true unity, for a world without prejudices. But alas we reached too high.


How can we avert this disaster?

With everyday acts of vigilance. We must keep on marching, and doing what we believe in, every single moment of every day of our lives on this earth.

Change the status quo around us. Stop being afraid of what people might think, stop hoping someone else will do the right thing. When we see racism, prejudices, misogyny, someone needing a helping hand, whatever we see if it feels wrong, do something.

Change, hope, quality of is all on us.



Samantha McLeod

Vancouver based food and travel writer.

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