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It's increasingly clear that I have some kind of death wish. Like so many others facing all of the same risks, I must still call this structure what it surely is. (Insidious, pervasive, expanding) Black people cannot speak peace, love and pray, and dream of tomorrow whilst unwilling to identify what must be destroyed today. Those who rose to divert the flow of new money have met most violent deaths. Don't think that the time won't come when you'll get got or be killed for much less. Don't think I don't know what happens to Black leaders when their voices grow strong. Wait until their cases are as cold as their corpses to say they were right all along. It's an irrelevant concern, whether capitalism will work for me or not. I ask myself instead, "Will I live well enough to be assassinated, or just long enough to get shot?"