It was a shock at first.
Not to hear that there was civil unrest in America's lands – that seemed to be the normal for the young nation; had been since his revolution – but to hear where America was actually putting his voice of discontent with . . . now that was shocking.
No one wanted to believe it. After all, why should they? Everyone knew who had had the biggest influence on America and his views of the world – England and France, while having changed their ways before America could; but it still remained that they'd taught the young nation from his days as a colony about the superiority of their own ways, which included the dehumanization and degradation of anyone not white – but the proof was out there.
He stood shoulder to shoulder with one black man out to make a difference for his people, the picture in black and white for all the world to see. His height next to Martin Luther King, Jr., made for quite the contrast, and his expression . . . there were no doubts about his anger over the injustices being played out.
Where that anger came from, no one could say. No one dared to say.
But one look, and he knew. He knew because he, too, had a rebellious streak that resulted in revolution.
He just wished he had the same courage he'd once possessed to do the right thing and to tell the world about how proud he was of the young nation for doing the right thing, for having that rebellious streak.
But he'd lost his nerve a long time ago . . . or so he presumed . . .
He kept the picture of America with Martin Luther King, Jr., safe and in a place where anyone could ask him about it, if they so chose to look and see what he already knew to be true.
'One day,' he told himself. 'One day, I will tell him the truth. I can only hope he'll be able to forgive me.'
Author's Notes: My apologies for being a week late in posting this. I'm behind on a lot of things, and my days off are spent between trying to get caught up and getting some rest. It seems like there's never enough caffeine for a day . . .
Next update might be late, too. Chapter Thirteen is going to be in two parts, and, as of posting this, I only have two words written for Part 1.
Looking to start live feeds on Facebook in April, where I read from some of my stories. Dark Intentions is one of the ones I want to read, along with a Star Ocean piece, and some originals. Please tune in to my bio for more information on when that's going to happen. (Please note: it'll be on Wednesdays.)
It's Black History Month. The more you know . . .