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 Following a violent incident in District X, Quentin lets everyone know exactly what he thinks in a journal post. District X barely exists anymore. It used to be a thriving neighborhood, one of the only safe communities in the country for mutants. The genocide on M-Day has decimated District X. What few survivors remain have banded together are try to eke out a living in a world that despairs that the M-Day genocide was not complete. Yesterday, a group of armed men targeted and brutalized a mutant on the street in broad daylight. A mutant who presumably called District X home. A mutant to whom District X was a sanctuary, a respite from the hatred and violence directed against him everywhere else. But these armed men, draped in the American flag, stripped that from him and reminded him and everyone else in District X that there is no safety, no respite. No matter where we are, they will find us and they will hurt us, and we only live because they say we can. We are mutants. We are born with superhuman abilities. And what did we do yesterday when we witnessed this attempted murder? We ran away. For all Charles Xavier preaches here about our responsibility to make this world a better place for humans and mutants, and how we need to protect ourselves and our family, we did nothing to protect this man. We were more selfishly concerned with our own safety up here in this suburban isolation where it's safe for us few privileged mutants that we would rather watch a man be beaten nearly to death than stand up to injustice. We want a better world for the few of us who were not slaughtered in the mutant holocaust? Then we have to fucking do something. We can't run away and hide and just wish a better world into existence. We have to fight for it. And if we have to spill blood then we do that. Anything else is meaningless cowardice and we might as well all kill ourselves now to save the flatscans the trouble. |
