This next one is a very sensitive topic, the answers to which I do not claim
to know. I hesitated to tell this story, but have determined it’s better to
let the truth be out there, than to pretend that it didn’t happen. Like I’ve
explained, I am a voldisisil, which makes me a spirit type of human
subspecies. I was born this way, due to the existence of a third parent that
participated in my conception unbeknownst to my biological parents. But
there are other spirits, in other universes, with different reasons for
being. Some would be considered good, while others are pretty clearly bad,
but most end up in a gray area. Unlike mutants and witches, spirits
sometimes don’t take sides. They let their soul guide them, and don’t
necessarily try to rationalize against their impulses. This doesn’t mean
that they’re evil, but they don’t always think things through, and they
actively repulse any attempt at criticism. There’s one man in particular
that I believe we should discuss. His given name was Wyatt Bradley, but once
he discovered what he could do, he started going by the moniker White
Savior. Different versions of Earth have different historical experiences
with race and nationality. Some are undeniably worse than others. Wyatt
Bradley was born to one of these. Racism was prevalent, insidious,
institutional, systemic, and seemingly insurmountable. He saw it all over
the place. Everyone saw it, and anyone who didn’t see it was lying. Do not
think that Wyatt discovered his abilities, immediately threw on a white
suit, and started running around. He wrestled with the idea, and ultimately
succumbed to his urges, which is what I was talking about. He surrendered to
his soul, and did not heed the lessons that the wise people around him
taught him as he was growing up. There is a reason that humans are a trinity
of mind, body, and soul. All three are required to make a person. A mind
alone is a computer, a body alone is a pile of viscera, and a soul alone is
a ghost. None of them is meant to be without the other two.
Wyatt wanted to do something about the racism in his country, and perhaps
the world, and it felt to him like his soul powers were the best way for him
to accomplish his goals. He was an aidsman, meaning that he was called to
action against injustice, but in a literal sense. He possessed a general
psychic connection to the human collective, and could let himself be drawn
to pockets of extreme civil unrest. On the surface, he simply appeared to be
a teleporter, but he couldn’t just go wherever he wanted. He could only go
to these places of turmoil, or back home. Like I was saying, he put on a
white suit, and wore a steel mask. Basically, he wore a fencing uniform. But
he was not a fencer. The weapons he carried were all blunt instruments, and
tasers. He used these to attack people who were attacking minorities, and
this regularly meant attacking the police. Wyatt’s public identity was
extremely controversial, but he paid no attention to his critics, even
members of the black community who saw it as wildly offensive, and
altogether unhelpful. He didn’t think that he could conquer racism with his
methods, but he believed he could deter some of the more violent components.
“If the white cop is worried about getting a dose of his own medicine, he’ll
stop giving it to his victims. If he does it anyway, he answers to me,”
White Savior was once recorded saying in a rare case of him saying anything
to anyone. He was predominantly quiet, though not mute, instead allowing his
baton to do the talking for him. They eventually got the message. Whether or
not any given individual respected this message was another story, but
Wyatt’s actions were not without a little progress. Instances of police
brutality against minorities dropped within months of White Savior’s
arrival. It would seem that law enforcement was taking notice, and changing
tactics. Unfortunately, this meant that they learned to be more subtle with
their racism, because he was only drawn to the violence, not general
mistreatment or abuse, and definitely not systemic oppression. After a few
years, his activity took a toll on his body, and his sanity. I’m not sure if
he ever admitted to himself that he wasn’t really helping, but he retired
just the same, and withdrew from society completely. Within the year,
everything was back to normal.
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