Let's workshop this poem about how, in a culture where being a victim is a noble asset that brings with it great social capital, we will be swayed to interpret uplifting efforts in a negative light
Math Milestones for Blacks
Singing rapture
into crippled forms
to uplift them—if only
by sparking a drive to dig
deeper—is construed,
in a victim era
of righteous mediocrity,
as an insensitive taunt
against the marginalized
(a supremacist ploy even)
rather than as love
for all mankind.
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)