(NOTE: This story is an AU, set before the events of the recent
Stevenbomb. Also, Tom references @plainolddope‘s OC, Greg’s twin brother. It is
his fault that this story exists in the first place so go blame him ;p )
Welp, buddy you are in luck! I’ve been working on these for a while, because as you all know I’m so flipping weak for families and cute babies! And I’m such a cheap artist I used Stevonnie’s color palette for little Rosie. ‘XD
My suggestion is we give up the white man as the problem and start thinking of him as a natural disaster, a catastrophe we may be unable to prevent but whose destructive efforts can be overcome and reversed. I also think we need to let go of the idea that some real disaster like the dissolving of the ozone layer is going to wipe of the white plague off the face of the earth. You know that by the time that day comes, these muhfuhs will be living in bubble cities and have your ass cold paying for air sandwiches faster than you can say Jackie Robinson. Later for Black to the futurism. Your mind may be in Khmet, bro, but yo…
Greg Tate, “Love and the enemy” in FlyBoy in the Buttermilk, pg 284.