Day 48: NFL Opening Day and Executive Order 9066

by Brian A. Wilkins
5/16/2009

This day corresponds with Sunday, September 7, 2008. Click here for the complete “55 Days In Maricopa County Jail” series.

Today would normally, in a normal year, be one of the most fun and most anticipated days on the calendar: NFL opening day. It’s not only the first day of NFL Sunday Ticket on DirecTV, but also the first time you get to see in action the results of your fantasy football drafts. I would have probably invited “Anne” over (because she’s a Packers fan), ordered Buffalo Wings from Tessios, and got a 12 pack of Heineken. But instead here I sit, in a place where a Honeybun is equivalent to a $5 bill. Oscar, who stays in the cell next door, offered me one of those aforementioned honeybuns so he could continue to use my $9.00 Neutrogena lotion. Yes, this bottle serious cost $9 from that commissory order sheet. I really didn’t mind letting him use it everyday, but I woke up in kind of a bad mood (what else is new) and responded in kind of a dickhead way when he asked to use it. Plus he’s a good guy. He was another guy in here, arrested on that “Nigger/Spick Law” where if you are standing outside in a group in Arizona, and the group is predominately “black” or “Latino,” you can be arrested for gang affiliation and sentenced to five years in prison. I always figured Alabama, Mississippi, and the Confederate States in the Southeast would be more inbred than Arizona, but boy was I wrong.

Oscar also gave me this magazine he was done reading. Though I had known about the United States imprisoning Japanese Americans for simply being Japanese, I did not know the extent of it or the end result. President Roosevelt signed Executive Order 9066, which basically meant a vast majority of Japanese Americans, mostly in Arizona and California, were forced from their homes in the 1940s and made to live in camps all across the country. Funny how this small fact gets dismissed in the face of the “Jewish Holocaust” and German concentration camps for them. But what I found interesting is that the USA ultimately paid reparations to all survivors of the camps in the 1970s and 1980s, with some individuals receiving over $100,000. And we all know the USA and England basically supplies Israel its entire military arsenal and billions of dollars per year, but then again, Israel is a British/American imperial colony so I guess they have to support it. 

There were also education funds set up for the Japanese survivors’ children. Seems everyone the USA and England have exploited received some sort of tangible reparation, except for “blacks.” Not that I’m a staunch advocate of reparations, except in the form of free college educations for all Nubian/Afrakan descendent people and easily-accessible grants to start black-owned business. But this just illustrates further how the USA looks at black people: niggers who are animals who deserved and can adapt to whatever inbred torture we do to them. I’m really not surprised.

I just watched the ESPN bottom line. Randy Moss, my would-be franchise WR, had 116 yards and a touchdown. Derek Anderson, my franchise QB, had a touchdown in the first half, but that’s all I saw. I also saw that Tom Brady hurt his knee and could miss significant time. And WOW! J.T. O’Sullivan is San Francisco’s quarterback! I knew from Day 1 Alex Smith would not be ANYTHING in the NFL. They paid him all that guaranteed money and he’s hurt all the time, and even when he’s not, he straight-up sucks. But at least he’s free and not sitting in this place, so who am I to criticize anyone.

I’ll be free on September 22. That will be my two-month limit on slavery. Again, I can’t and won’t be these inbred Euros’ nigger toy. I’ll be free again. Free to walk along the river, free to tumble in the grass, free to chase away the gray clouds from the sky…free to take your hand and wander through the meadows and the fields, free to capture all the world and call it mine…I’m feeling fine!! AHH, Mrs. Nuss, my music teacher from Fisher Elementary School in Marshalltown. I remember the song well. I doubt I’ll be able to do any of those things on September 22. I do wonder what happens at death though? I will soon find out.