By Kidman J. Williams
art copyright© 2015 joeyfeldman, all rights reserved www.joeyfeldman.com
I was sitting there staring at this young sandy-haired boy on my television screen as Judge James Gosnell approached his bench, “Please be seated,” he called out like it was a normal day at work. He sat down and you could see a young man being escorted into a little room on the flat screen in the corner of the South Carolina courtroom by a Caucasian officer and an African-American officer.
As I watched the proceedings with the rest of the country I kept a close eye on the ethnic skinned one. You could feel the contempt he held for Dyalnn Roof, you could see he wanted to seek some kind of vigilante justice as Dylann Roof showed zero remorse for his actions. As the different family members and church members came up to speak about the incident they echoed the same message of forgiveness and love under the idea that hate cannot win. With every single praise of forgiveness, you could almost see the demonic tweak in Roof’s neck fighting away the love that the victims’ families displayed.
As Roof stood there listening to Judge Gosnell’s decision you could see the whole scene of death emblazoned in Dylann’s eyes as if you were watching an old grind house movie. I got lost in the dark theater of his eyes. The lights dimmed and threw me into the first scene of Dylann’s dad giving him a .45 caliber for his birthday in April, then the growing hatred as he neared June.
Dylann sat quietly in his backyard with his own thoughts, writing his manifesto:
“As an American we are taught to accept living in the melting pot, and black and other minorities have just as much right to be here as we do, since we are all immigrants. But Europe is the homeland of White people, and in many ways the situation is even worse there. From here I found out about the Jewish problem and other issues facing our race, and I can say today that I am completely racially aware.”
He stopped for a moment and pondered about what he was writing. Then a disembodied voice started coming through, with a prominent persistence and he started to write what the voice told him:
“Niggers are stupid and violent. At the same time they have the capacity to be very slick. Black people view everything through a racial lense. Thats what racial awareness is, its viewing everything that happens through a racial lense. They are always thinking about the fact that they are black. This is part of the reason they get offended so easily, and think that some thing are intended to be racist towards them, even when a White person wouldnt be thinking about race. The other reason is the Jewish agitation of the black race.
Black people are racially aware almost from birth, but White people on average dont think about race in their daily lives. And this is our problem. We need to and have to.
Say you were to witness a dog being beat by a man. You are almost surely going to feel very sorry for that dog. But then say you were to witness a dog biting a man. You will most likely not feel the same pity you felt for the dog for the man. Why? Because dogs are lower than men.”
It is the sinuous logic that only one of Satan’s own could use to ensure a severe slap in the face to God and the Angels. The demon spoke again, “Don’t you think these niggers deserve this? They are a disease on the landscape of this Godly country. They weren’t even supposed to be here. Well someone has to have the bravery to take it to the real world, and I guess that has to be you Dylann.
Dylann leaned back nodding his head in an innocent agreement and wrote his explanation:
“To take a saying from a film, “I see all this stuff going on, and I dont see anyone doing anything about it. And it pisses me off.”. To take a saying from my favorite film, “Even if my life is worth less than a speck of dirt, I want to use it for the good of society.”.
I have no choice. I am not in the position to, alone, go into the ghetto and fight. I chose Charleston because it is most historic city in my state, and at one time had the highest ratio of blacks to Whites in the country. We have no skinheads, no real KKK, no one doing anything but talking on the internet. Well someone has to have the bravery to take it to the real world, and I guess that has to be me.
Unfortunately at the time of writing I am in a great hurry and some of my best thoughts, actually many of them have been to be left out and lost forever. But I believe enough great White minds are out there already.
Please forgive any typos, I didnt have time to check it.”
Dylann grabbed his gun and started to pose for pictures with his Confederate flag and gun. The Demon took deleterious pictures of his accomplishment as Roof took and burned the American flag as the other demons rejoiced and danced around this newly conquered soul. Dyalnn went to bed that night with blood lust. He sat awake through most of the night contemplating the whole scenario and his importance in the task that was ahead of him for the next day.
It was the morning of June 17thand Dylann went about his day like it was any other hot day in South Carolina. He drove around to check out the church earlier in the day. As the evening approached he parked his black Hyundai Elantra in a secluded parking lot. It was nearing 8 at night. The heat wave in Charleston was becoming unbearable that day. Dylann started to talk to the Demon. “This is it.”
The Demon lingered on the importance of his plan, “This is the evil that the world needs to be rid of. There is evil Dylann and you know who the proprietors of that evil are. They are the ones who praise God and kill our fellow man in the same breath.” The Demon continued in a commanding tone, “They are the men and women who own no ounce of humanity within their souls. They are the ones who bring death, disease and perverted morals to the good masses. You possess the bravery that the others do not.”
“I know,” Dylann said obediently.
“Then you know what has to be done?!? This will ensure that the South will hold that flag proudly and contest anyone who says anything different. You will bring glory back to your ancestors and your neighbors. You will bring an end and a beginning together.”
Dylann pushed his foot down on the pedal with a fervent display of action. His mind was filled with nothing but his self-righteous ideals for comfort as he sped to the historic Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church to cleanse the world of what he thought was the truest evil in the world.
He approached the church and parked his car. He went to the trunk and grabbed the deadly gun that was going to carry out the actions that he believed would get him canonized in the eyes of the world. Every step he took towards the church was with pretension. He got to the doors of the church and opened it with the cunning of a wild bobcat. He was greeted almost immediately by one of the patrons. The black woman opened up her heart without even a thought, “Welcome brother.”
Dylann stopped for a second and thought of the deed he was about to follow through with. Within that one act of love Dylann almost changed his mind. All of the sudden he heard the Demon’s voice again, “Niggers are stupid and violent and don’t forget they are very slick and conniving. They are what is inherently evil in this world.”
His eyes went from empathetic to the evil scowl that he displayed in his pictures at the demonic party. He glared through the church patron and shoved her to the ground. Dylann took the steps towards the congregation who were simply praying and listening. He looked out and saw one young man who looked back at him. The young patron seemed like he could see straight through to Dylann’s compromised soul. It was as if he knew that his and Dylann’s fate was going to cross at that very moment in time. You could see the forgiveness in the young black man’s eyes.
Dylann raised his gun to kill Pastor Pinckney when the Rev. Daniel Simmons, a retired 74 year old, tried to struggle with him; Roof shot him and then opened fire on the rest of the amicable church patrons. The bullets pierced through the kind hearts of 9 love-filled people, splattering their innocent blood and tarnishing the Lord’s walls. The Demon standing in the back of the church just stood there with a pleased smile.
As Roof started to turn to walk away he saw Polly who was trembling like a rabbit cornered by a wolf. He grabbed the 69 year old by the arm and held his gun towards her head with a message, “I am going to spare you.” He looked over his shoulder at the Demon and smiled at him. “I am going to spare you so that you can tell the people of this fateful evening.”
Roof let her go and slowly pulled the gun to his head. He pushed the nozzle of the gun into his temple like he was going to just push the gun through his skull to kill himself and gave a pleasing smile. Dylann took his cold finger and pulled the trigger…CLICK! He gave the elderly woman a smile as he still held the gun to his head. She fell to her knees in a fit of passionate relief.
He looked out at the carnage that stained the floors of God’s house and walked out the door without a shred of remorse. Dylann walked by the Demon who was standing at the back of the church. The Demon walked next to him, “You didn’t kill that bitch?!?”
“No, I wanted her to tell others.”
“Why did you try to kill yourself?” The Demon asked with a surprised tone.
“I didn’t,” he answered sharply. “I wanted to make a point that I am willing to die for what I believe and she wasn’t because she is weak. She is weak in morals and weak in conviction and faith.”
The Demon stopped and a grin of pride washed over his sharp face as he watched Dylann get into his car and drive away.
That next day Roof felt pretty happy with his despicable actions. He felt like he accomplished exactly what he was supposed to. The Demon was pleased because he already saw the beginnings of the chaos concerning the Confederate flag. He watched as people stirred the racial lines.
Roof was captured later that day by police. Roof didn’t struggle or fight. He didn’t even try to say that he was innocent of the crime. As he walked away in handcuffs the whole country made a sigh of relief; the Demon sat and just smiled because he knew that race was going to be the forefront of the story. Even the very arrest itself sparked people to yell about how he was white and got to just walk away without any police brutality or murder. The Demon knew all along that Dylann would be nearly forgotten and the fight about a 150 plus year old flag would become the center of a split between races, beliefs, ideology, history and faith.
Disclaimer: This is a depiction of facts about Dylann Roof mixed with fiction to drive a point home that deserves to be driven. If you can’t understand that, well, I’m sorry for your lack of intelligence and your overly sensitive nature.
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