The only consolation I have at present is the thought of all the thrilling Resistance Art and righteous expressions of humanity that will be appearing from now onwards. In some ways, creativity flourishes beautifully under anger and oppression: it is real fuel to the fire. And I will also thrust this cretinous ugliness, this thick, Caucasian carapace of stupidity, base simplification and blind hate from me, and be a thriving, intelligent, and furiously uncompromising part of that movement.

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