Dead Pioneers - The Caucasity (Official Audio)

'The Caucasity' by Dead Pioneers is taken from the band's second album 'PO$T AMERICAN', available to order now: https://dead-pioneers.ffm.to/post-ame...

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Lyrics:
I speak
I have spoken
I have spoken across the so-called United States of America
I have shared stories
Ideas
Historical antidotes
Social justice tales
Personal lore
And the like
This one time I was speaking, and a young man interrupted me
Interrupted me with all the authority he could muster, in what I can only imagine was placed, or misplaced, in his whiteness
The caucasity

And he knew he could interrupt me because his parents likely told him he could
But I'd be remiss if I didn't admit I was intrigued
What could possibly be so important as to interrupt me as I told stories that these children have never heard
Stories I was invited here to tell
His query: why do you spend so much time complaining and not putting your energy into actually helping your people
The shock
The offense

The caucasity!

When he asked his question, he nudged his friend next to him
Looking for an agreeable partner
Allegiance
Validation
A mob of two
Which is technically the smallest mob you can have, I think
But his friend physically moved away
Shaking his head as though pleading
"Please don't drag me into this
Please
Please."
The room rumbled, as though providing the soundtrack for the "friend's" discomfort

The caucasity!

Perhaps instead of saying the thing that comes from your place of ignorance, you should ask why am I here?
Why have you never heard these stories?
Why has your poor education told you that the whites are the heroes and blacks and browns are the enemy
In the way
Property
Less than
Savage
Godless
And you have the audacity
No, the caucasity, to perceive inconvenient truths to be complaining
In a learning institution?!
Why do you believe that an educated Indigenous man is unable to teach, speak truth, and help his people at the same time?
And why, as a 19- or 20-year-old child, do you think you know better?
Assured of your righteous place in the world?
Why do you ask your questions with that smug look on your face?
That same smug look carried by your ancestors that enslaved, lynched, murdered, maimed, and plundered

The caucasity!

I get it–you're at a disadvantage
Information has been omitted
And you carry things that are systemically in place
Like that my people especially are magical or something
And your love of Native Americans is rooted in the romance of our existence
Something to fantasize about
Unique
Exotic
Not human
In reality, we were people in the way of so-called progression; we were being murdered and enslaved
Your idea of us is a sports mascots
The antagonists in a John Wayne or Kevin Costner film
We are D-list characters
Eliminatable characters
People that are frequently treated as foreigners in our own homelands
That we've gone so far in the colonialist process that we barely exist to you
And we aren't something to be seen, respected
Or something that stands as a cautionary tale of how to avoid dehumanization
And assimilation
And ignorance
And brutality
And imperialism
Or Genocide
Because we are an inconvenient Indian
Something that challenges your own sense of superiority
Something you don't have to think about because you don't have to
Look! Your privilege is showing
And I hope you learn two things here
First, you don't do that
And second, Why do you spend so much time complaining and not putting your energy into actually helping your people . . . be better
By not being this
Not this
Never this

The Caucasity!