“… Oh yes. Perhaps that’s it. Perhaps that’s the solution we’ve all been looking for.”
“It’s not like the mentally ill are people, too. It’s not like they have thoughts or emotions or lives.”
“Do you think my mother asked to be the way she is? Do you think she wanted to be plagued by hallucinations and psychotic breaks and the involuntary desire to kill her family that she did everything in her power to fight? Do you think she wanted that?!”
“And me. Do you think I asked to be brainwashed by some coward? To have my consciousness split into two? To have my original self buried for four years? To be broken?!”
“No. We didn’t. I would give anything for Mother to be stable and happy again. Or be fixed myself. I hate this. I hate me.”
“But if I ever hear you even entertain the idea that my mother should be killed for who she is, I will hunt you down and fucking kill you.”
On this, the day of resident asshole Thomas Jefferson’s birthday let me remind you that Sally Hemmings was a real woman who was continually assaulted by a man who owned her as property. She is not a prop for you to woobify Jefferson with I don’t care how cute Daveed Diggs is fuck.