A space. Placed within it are three: White, Black, and Grey. White repeats, “One,’” over and over again.
Black interjects: “We are included in this One, but do not belong.”
Grey: “In the Seventies, the student left may have been subtly guided toward race/gender issues as a way to get the movement not to deal with class or economics—which, if they’d kept that focus, might have led to an alliance with the labor unions.”
Black: “All that exists is the violent appearance of what is excluded from foreclosure, the strike/castration of any given Whole.”
Grey: “It’s clear that you’re pissed off about it. I’m sorry it offended you, but there it is.”
Black: “There is a squirt that splashes out of every closure.”
Grey: “Well, the White told me that’s not the way the world really works anymore. We’re an empire now, and when we act, we create our own reality.”
