He was a white man in America.
Like most men these days, he didn’t know
what to do with his life, so he watched the TV.
He saw a TV advertisement late one night:
“Drive the Big Rigs!” That sounded pretty good.
He learned to drive those Big Rigs,
he drove them all across the USA, hauling
goods from here to there and back again.
On the road, he listened to the Radio.
The Radio told him that he should be afraid
of the ones who were going to take his job.
It said that he should be angry, angry at those
“others” who were going to take his country
and make it theirs instead.
Damn — they wanted to let women
use men’s rest rooms!
The “others” were black men and brown men,
they were Muslims and Jews. The Radio said it —
they were liberals, they were journalists, they were
homosexuals, they were even atheists for christsakes,
goddamn atheists, imagine that!
The Radio told him that he had to stop them.
“Don’t let the others take what’s yours!”
He listened, and then he got a gun. He got
more guns: “It’s my right to bear arms — just
let them try to take my guns, they’ll be sorry!”
The more he listened to the Radio, the angrier
he became. He was so angry now, he realized
that he just wanted to shoot something.
Later, after the shooting, the police arrived,
and they did take his guns. It was too late
though, and he turned out to be right —
many people were sorry.
The Radio blamed the others.
Yes, it must be their fault.