I'll never forget the moment where, in the depths of my anarchist phase (which lasted for years), I had a sudden realisation, just like this picture. I just found myself thinking "man, I love being European. I know a lot of people suffered under our colonisation, but we changed the world in hugely positive ways too. Dare I say I'm proud? No! Stop! You don't control where you're born, nation-states are just tools of the elite to oppress people."

Then I would try to actually imagine what it would be like to be black. To have black skin, to think and react like an African. To smell like one. Needless to say, over time my gut feelings overpowered my cucked brainwashed emotions.

Knowing the truth, the (((real))) truth, feels so good, yet at the same time, so depressing.

Truly one of the best comics of this variety I've seen.

They hate us because they ain't us.