We’re all just waiting for our sugar lumps. That’s how life has been structured for us. That’s how they’ve created such compliance within us. That’s what they do when colonists move in on an indigenous community—the first thing you do is ply them with tobacco, alcohol, and sugar lumps, comforts that they feel they can’t dispense or be without. Get them hooked on comforts, and you have a compliant population begging for more. We’re all in that same boat. We want our shit. It’s not so weird. Everyone wants their shit. Native Americans were played with that kind of shit. It’s tempting. It’s sad, because you’re dealing with it with your children in many ways. Children and sugar lumps. How do you make hard choices? Especially when the truth about what’s happening to you is never told to you. How long will it be until it catches up with us?
- Anohni
