Small Minds, Fast Tongues.

As per usual, I found myself in a conversation with some of the religious oldheads at my job the other day and as expected: Their ignorance came out. The theory of evolution came up and they dismissed it as if it were something as crazy as a talking snake, a two-hundred-foot giant that got knocked out by a rock from a slingshot, a single man placing every single species of animal and insect on a single boat in the midst of a tsunami, or an army of sibling soldiers with wings.

But by the end of their lectures to me about how only their God (the same God that was forced on their ancestors after having their original deities and beliefs stripped away from them during the slave trade ironically) could provide a satisfying answer for our existence and for the origin of the universe at large, I came to the startling realization that I, at twenty-two years old, was the only rational adult in that room in contrast to the three so-called elders who I was conversing with that were all above fifty. The shit was sad. Mind you, these are people who work in a field with the scientifically-diagnosed mentally disabled. And that, in and of itself, is the scariest of thoughts.

We need to get it together, black people. We cannot afford to be this naive.