And this thing we see is lurking inside the soft alarm of white people who know that they are watching a slow magical act of erasure, and they know that this is how terror manifests itself, quietly, reasonably, and with deadly intent.  They are letting black people die.  They are letting black people die in America. Hidden inside the maw of these hearts, is the sharp pragmatism of the desperate, the writers of the myth of survival of the fittest, or the order of the universe, of Platonic logic, the caste system, the war of the worlds.  They are letting black people die. It is not as if I have not been thinking this. No, it is not as if we have not been thinking this. And someone is saying, in that soft voice of calm, “Well, there will be costs, and those are the costs of our liberty.”  Remember when the century turned, and the pontiff and pontificators declared that in fifty years, the nation would be brown, and for a decade, the rogue people sought to halt this with guns, with terror, with the shutting of borders? Now this has arrived, a kind of gift.  Let them die.  The blacks, the poor, the ones who multiply like flies, let them die, and soon we will be lily white again.  Do you think I am paranoid?  I am. It is not as if I have not been thinking this. It is not as if we have not been thinking this.

from A Coda to History
Kwame Dawes and John Kinsella