And they brought Jesus to Golgotha, which means, “the place of the skull.”
And they shot him. 39 times.
The trumped-up charges against him read, “This is a Black man who dared to live in white America.”
With him they murdered two other “terrorists,” dropping their bodies on his right, and his left.
They left him in the street for hours, taking bets on when someone would notice.
Those who passed by derided him, shaking their heads and saying,
“You...snowflake. You who said, ‘I am unarmed, I pose no threat.’ Pathetic!
Raise yourself up from the dead if you’re so fucking special.”
The religious leaders also mocked him among themselves, saying,
“He was no angel. Why didn’t he just comply with the orders? He should have respected those in authority!”
When it was noon, darkness covered the whole land until three in the afternoon.
At three o’clock, Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “My God, my God, why have you abandoned me??!??!"
Those who heard this said, “Ha! Listen! He thinks someone gives a shit about him!”
Then someone else ran, filled a sponge with sour wine, put it on a stick, and gave it to him, saying, “Let’s see if another thug comes by and helps him up!”
Then Jesus….gave a loud cry. And died.
And the U.S. Supreme Court was torn in two, crumbling down from top to bottom.
When the police officer, who stood facing him, saw that in this way he died, said,
“Holy shit. Surely…we're complicit in this child’s death? His blood is on us and all who stood by...."
— Mark’s Gospel, adapted
*artwork: “The Tortured Christ,” Guido Rocha (1975) #GoodFriday
And the officer, when he saw that he thus died, said: “We've gotta control this guy because he's a sizable guy, looks like he's probably on something."
And there were women there, women who were watching.
Women who had followed him from the beginning all the way to the end.
And they said: “This child’s blood is on you. We see. We remember. We see.” Let all those with eyes, SEE.”
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There’s no way we can go back to anything resembling “normal” post-quarantine (assuming there will be only one, with a novel virus that we know desperately little about) — this apocalypse is simply drawing back the curtains and showing us how unsustainable this all is.
I think, on some level, more and more of us are realizing that. It won’t magically be normal on May 1. Or August 1. Or beyond. This is going to change things.
And that's the thing about change: it’s not necessarily our species’ strong suit. It’s scary. It’s unknown. It’s stressful. It’s chaotic.
And if anyone says they know what will take place, they are a charlatan of the highest order.
While confined here in the Birmingham city jail, I came across your recent statement calling my present activities 'unwise and untimely.’
"Seldom do I pause to answer criticism of my work and ideas.
If I sought to answer all the criticisms that cross my desk, my secretaries would have little time for anything other than such correspondence in the course of the day, and I would have no time for constructive work.
"But since I feel that you are men of genuine good will and that your criticisms are sincerely set forth, I want to try to answer your statement in what I hope will be patient and reasonable terms.
I’m no expert on Iran & my poly sci degree was all the way back in undergrad, but I do know a fair amount about U.S. Christianity — particularly its obsession w/ bullshit apocalyptic **interpretations** of the bible, so let’s be real:
Tr*mp’s evangelical coalition *loves this*.
There are two ways to go with this — the present and the prelude.
The present is clear. Just look at the walking christofascist’s wet dream that is Mike Pompeo.
THIS IS THE U.S. SECRETARY OF STATE, everyone
This motherfucker (and I use that in the John the Baptist ‘brood of vipers’ sense) is saying that he believes
that he ***believes***
Tr*mp is called “for such a time as this” to be a new Queen Esther.
Advent is radical precisely because it’s not Christmas, and yet it does serve as a prelude.
And that prelude is full of firebrands like Isaiah and John the Baptist, their screams for justice piercing the ancient Middle Eastern skies.
“Who warned you to flee from the wrath to come?”
Subversive prophetic witness is a prelude to a baby being born under oppression and on the run as a refugee — a child who would end up changing the world.