Confession: For the past three years I’ve had this recurring dream where I the ability to infiltrate hate groups, corporations, and the inner workings of all bullshitters in power and treat them the same way they treat the underprivileged. It’s like my version of Nas’ “If I Ruled the World” but with a sci-fi twist. On average, I would have this dream 2-3 times a week or whenever an unarmed person is murdered by the police, so pretty often.
“I’ll open every cell in Attica, send em to Africa” – Nas
The lack of empathy exhibited by the “haves” of the world toward the “have nots” makes my stomach do back flips. It’s something I have to check. We all have some power, and thirst for more of it, but whats the trade off? Worse than the men of the world who are making news for abusing their power to take advantage of women and children is appaling, but the system that has continued to grant power to people who have a penchant for abuse is even more disturbing, I mean Matt Lauer didn’t hire himself, and Bill Cosby didnt give himself a television show. Why arent these things nipped in the bud from the beginning?
Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men, even when they exercise influence and not authority, still more when you superadd the tendency or the certainty of corruption by authority. – John Dalberg-Action
Which brings me back to the
thought er dream er nightmare Ive been having on being a superhero. The internal conflict is not wanting to have to need a super power to overthrow a tyrant.
I wish I could be like “Spawn.”
Spawn is an antihero that appears in a monthly comic book of the same name published by Image Comics.
Born Albert Francis “Al” Simmons in Detroit Michigan, he was a highly trained Force Recon Marine who was promoted to a high level and recruited to a highly classified unit within the CIA devoted to black ops. Once there, he began to question the morality of what his agency was doing. (CIA? immoral?)
In a blazing inferno, Simmons was killed and his soul sent to Hell, because he had knowingly killed innocents while working for the CIA.
Simmons made a deal with the devil: in exchange for his soul, he would get to see once again his wife, Wanda. However, when Simmons returned to the human world, five years had passed, and he had been transformed into a demonic creature with little memory of his former life. After regaining his memories, he sought out his wife, only to find she had moved on and married his best friend, Terry Fitzgerald, and that they now had a daughter named Cyan. THAT WOULD PISS ANYBODY OFF TO FULL PISSED OFF NESS
In Spawn #30, he journeys towards New York, but unfortunately is caught in a battle with the Ku Klux Klan itself. Spawn attempts to protect one of the last black families in the area, but is shot by the Klan and hung from a tree. When the Black family attempts to sue the Klan members for attempting to burn their house down and make them flee the neighborhood, the case is thrown out by a judge who, *surprise* is ALSO a member of the Klan. (Unfortunately, white Nationalists have been high ranking members of the criminal justice system and continue to be)
But of course, Spawn has super powers.
The judge and his fellow Klanners device a plan to finish off the house. The Judge would enter the house and told his co-consiprators to wait until ten minutes after he cased the place to bumrush in with molotov cocktails. When the judge enters, Spawn is waiting for him. Spawn lays a trap. He meets the judge and turns him into a Black man with Necroplasm. When the other KKK members arrive and find a Black man in a KKK outfit, they hang him from a tree. Damn, thats taking empathy by force. But, there are so many people deserving of this that I’ve lost count. For now, it remains simply a
thought fantasy for me, as I am not a spawn of satan. The most I can hope for is to be a jury member whenever Trump any person of power has to face a verdict. They say patience is kind, and sometimes, so is vengeance.