Karmic Supremacy

CW: Physical violence, gore, abuse, racism

“Keep the white race pure! Keep the white race pure!” Mike shouted. With a pale freckled fist raised in the air. No one truly understands why or how he became so radical. There wasn’t some huge trans formative moment, like being robbed by a group of black men. Or denied a much needed loan from a predominantly Jewish bank. He was never “held down by the colored man” or prevented from living his life in whatever manner he chose. But as time moved forward, he grew more and more angry and hateful. People would see the Nazi sites on his work computer. The way he spoke of and to the patients, who didn’t look like him, at the hospital he worked, and the clear difference in the way they were treated. He clearly had a disdain for people of color, immigrants, democrats, Jews and some would even argue that he didn’t like women all that much either. He even made not so funny jokes about how sad he was that he couldn’t attend the January 6th event. He could and did however make it to this particular “protest”, complete with red hat and a noose draped over his shoulders.

I wouldn’t call it a protest. More like a clear attempt to antagonize and induce a reaction so they can point to the other side and say “see!”. It wasn’t working. The oppressed have been doing peaceful protests for ages so this is familiar territory for them. Its worth noting however that this is a new generation of protesters. They aren’t as tolerant as their ancestors.

“White power! We are the master race!”. Mike yells to the opposing crowd. He, along with almost 400 other white men had marched to the end of the street where they were met with a group of peaceful protesters. With signs like “Equality for All”, “The Enemies are the Politicians and Billionaires, Not your neighbor”, “Let’s Come together”. Not quite sure how, but this was very triggering for the fragile egos of the supremacist group. They yelled, spit at the ground, displayed unpleasant fingers and signs. Mike being one of the most aggressive among them. “Fuck your liberal agenda you fucking monkey”, Mike spits at a face in the crowd. Feeling tough, surrounded by his fellow haters, he screams “Eat shit”, while gesturing to the noose on his neck. The man he just covered with his saliva was about his height...or so he thought. He had only crouched to help fix a sign, as he stood up he towered over most of the people around him, including Mike. Barely moving, the man reached over the person in front of him and hit Mike with a fist the size of a large grapefruit and the force of hundreds of years of payback. He falls to the ground and a near riot ensues. Being on the ground he gets trampled on by his fellow pasty brethren.

The eerie sound of a train can be heard in the distant background. Mike suddenly wakes up. Its cold and there is an immensely foul odor in the air. It takes a second for him to understand what he sees, his vision comes into focus. He’s in a dilapidated room with dozens of other men, all of whom look tired and ill. He can see outside and there is a courtyard, muddy but bare. A little farther is a building with a thick layer of smoke rising from the back. He sees the profile of a man with his back turned, that looks like him and he walks toward him hurriedly. His legs are weak and he falls on his knees right as he approaches him. “Hey man, what…”. The man turns sharply and hits him with a pistol. Mike falls flat on the ground and yells “what the fuck?” and right as his eyes focus on the man in front of him he gasps...BANG!!!

Mike wakes up, the sound of a train in the background. He doesn’t know if he’s dreaming but he remembers what happened right before he woke up. He immediately looks out the door, tries to focus and he sees the man again. This time he pauses, for a bit right then a trembling, almost skeletal hand touches his shoulder. He turns around, startled. “You shouldn’t stare, are you trying to get killed?” Mike jumps up and notices the other men in the room, all shaven heads Frail and wearing the same tattered uniform. He freaks out and fumbles backwards, out into the courtyard. “Jude! Zurück in deine Kaserne!“

“What?” Mike says confused. He recognizes the man. “Why are you wearing that?, What is this?”

“Ich sagte: Zurück in die Kaserne!“ the man says while he kicks Mike in the back.

“Ah fuck, O shit!“ Before Mike could say anything else, there was another kick and another and then a deadly kick, breaking his neck.

Mike suddenly wakes up. He recognizes this place, again. This time he knows its a nightmare. He walks out of the door, and says to the man who he now realizes is a guard for the SS.

“Hey guy! You have to help me. I don’t know what is happening or why I am here but you have to help me.”

“Einer Ratte helfen? Nein”, the guard laughs. “Klaus, komm her! Er möchte, dass ich ihm helfe.“. The guard calls over another guard and they both begin to laugh. The guard grabs Mike and drags him over to a bucket filled with waste and plunges his head in, neck deep. Mike flails, trying desperately to get out but he is too weak.

Mike opens his eyes and sits up. He observes the others in the barracks. Some are sleeping. Some tending to each others wounds. And some sneakily eating crumbs they apparently hid. Mike looks outside. Hesitant to leave, he waits. Soon, the guards come and force everyone out. As they walk out, Mike notices the other barracks from which hundreds of other males emerge. Despite the obvious fatigue and frailty of the men, the guards force them to move a massive amount of large stones from one side of the yard to the other. One guard, leaning against the pile smoking a cigar, notices as Mike grabs a stone, and then falls to the ground. The guard walks over and presses the cigar into his back and yells for him to get up. Mike begins to weep.

“Why are you doing this to me? I’m one of you. I’m one of you. Why is this happening to me?“

Everything goes silent. The prisoners stop working, the guards stop yelling, the train stops moving, the smoke seems to freeze. Guards and prisoners, slowly turn and look at Mike. Clearly rattled, Mike briefly stops crying and looks at the faces staring at him. He notices a figure slowly walking in his direction with something in his hand. He cant make it out yet but with every step, fear rushes to the surface. Mike crawls backward, trying to get away, the faces watching his every move. Sweat meets the tears on his chicks, his pale skin turning red. The figure gets closer, Mikes heart rate is rising, he tries to keep crawling back but is stopped, running into a large wooden structure. As the figure gets closer, it becomes clearer, Mikes heart is beating so fast, its the only sound he hears. It was a Nazi soldier, and as he approached he begins to hold out his hand, in it is a noose. Suddenly it wraps itself around Mikes neck, everyone watches as he gets pulled up. Mike watched them as he gets higher and further away. He tries to scream but the noose is too tight, choking him.

SNAP! He hangs from the structure, lifeless.

The sound of a train can be heard in the background. Its cold, raining and there is an awful stench in the air. Mike abruptly wakes…