A Nation of Divided Promises
From the beginning, the foundation of a so-called free nation was laid with unequal bricks. Leaders praised liberty while holding people in chains. They preached justice while owning human beings. This wasn’t a contradiction—it was the plan. Freedom was never meant for everyone; it was only for those chosen by power.
Power in Holy Clothing
What better way to justify violence than to call it sacred? That’s exactly what happened. Religious declarations permitted to conquer, to enslave, and to silence. Churches didn’t just stand by—they participated. They blessed the ships, collected the wealth, and denied the humanity of those they helped destroy.
Skin Became a Tool
There was no natural division between people. However, skin color became a dividing line. It became the excuse, the reason, the law. Whiteness meant safety. Blackness meant danger. It was a story written into the roots of nations—and it still lives in institutions today.
Abuse Was Structured
This wasn’t chaos. This was design. People were stripped of names, families, and hope, not as random cruelty, but as a system built for profit. They were bought, bred, and buried under the weight of greed. Every rule, every law, every dollar was built on their backs.
Money Over Mercy
Children were separated from their mothers. Bodies were marked and mutilated. Souls were crushed in cages no bigger than a closet. The economy grew—not because of brilliance, but because of brutality. This wasn’t a success. It was suffering made invisible.
Quiet Was Never Neutral
The silence of bystanders was never harmless. It protected the powerful and abandoned the weak. White citizens who “didn’t believe in slavery” still benefited from it. Their comfort came at a cost. Their silence echoed louder than the screams they ignored.
A Faith That Failed Justice
Churches had the chance to lead, to heal, to protest. But many stayed loyal to the system instead of the Saviour they preached. The image of Christ was manipulated. Scriptures were twisted. And in the end, faith was used as a chain instead of a key.
What Was Hidden Must Rise
For generations, the truth was softened, hidden, or erased. Textbooks left out the horror. Museums left out the resistance. But the truth didn’t disappear—it waited. And now, it demands to be seen. Not out of anger, but out of love for what’s still possible.
Change Begins With Truth
This isn’t about blame. It’s about choice. The past cannot be erased, but it can be faced. And only in that honesty can justice take root. If silence helped build the lie, then truth can help rebuild what was broken.