With every step I take, a wh*Te skull cracks and shatters underneath my steel BLACK feet. I
look upon the lampposts and savor the wh*Te corpses hanging from them. […] I salute my
BLACK brothers, their giant, muscular bodies, adorned with trophies, decapitated heads of
wh*Tes who resisted the conquest. With every passing moment, I savor the cries of the last
wh*Te women as they are raped, as they watch their children and husbands murdered. […] I
open my eyes, and my day has been restored. Even if I won't experience this, my BLACK
children, my BLACK brothers will.