Soldiers confront the skeletons in our closet, the buried and dismembered bodies we require to be, us. They do so for the American ideal, for you and for me…silently..quietly…politely..and for that we give faux thanks. And chile, let us not talk about freedom. Our freedoms are more vulnerable to attacks from the officer around the corner, the callous racist teacher in the schoolhouse, the man with a crisis of masculinity and lack of sexual self control, the politico who votes for the oligarchy because that’s the way democracy here works…than any deranged or sensibly angry person overseas. Now it’s time to watch Empire, because I’m a free Negro and shit.