On November 27, 1980, Priscilla Ford ran her car up onto a sidewalk on Thanksgiving day, deliberately killing 6 people and injuring 23 others. I've never been able to find any good pictures of the victims, nor their names — just a dozen or so black-and-white photos of the aftermath. "She looked at me point-blank and said, 'How many people did I kill?' I said, 'Five or six.' She said, 'Good.' She was very placid. Like just another day." Some things never change. In fact, a *lot of things* never change. If there's anything I've really learned from digging around in our past for these couple of years, this is the lesson. The crimes I've written about have been happening day after day since "The Reconstruction" and even earlier. I've focused here almost entirely on very recent cases, because prior to the later 90's or so, for the most part it's difficult to find pictures of the victims, and the records get fuzzy in other ways. But here and there a solid glimpse of historical reality leaks through, and after enough of these you can see that our situation has always been essentially the same. Decade after decade we've gone without an inch of progress — just the steady march of our enemies. Each new generation notices the brutality and senselessness of the African in America, notices the power structures inflicting them upon us, builds some sort of ***movement*** or ***organization*** to fight it all, and then fails and leaves the problem to the next generation. Another generation, another organization, and each one is less inspiring than the last.