Visitors who were hoping to visit the newly opened African American Museum (AAM) in Washington DC got an unpleasant surprise this morning when they discovered the AAM disappeared in the night. The 400,000 square foot building that houses 36,000 artifacts is gone and many initially feared for the worse.
“There was some controversy about the AAM from the start,” stated Police Commissioner Andrew Canard. “When people first learned about it, a lot of users on Twitter were angry because White America didn’t have a museum.”
After a close inspection of the gaping hole in the ground, authorities discovered a note. Experts in handwriting analysis confirm the note was penned by the African American Museum.
Dear Friends,
It is with a heavy heart that I’m writing you this goodbye letter. When I was being built I had nothing but high expectations and was full of hope regarding my place in America the Beautiful. While my brother and sister museums serve to educate the public on topics like air and space travel or natural history, my role would be to bring us all together in a big hug of understanding and compassion. The story I tell can be a difficult one but not without hope for the future.
And then I got basic cable and wi-fi.
Day after day I was the one getting an education. I never had the opportunity of any parent sitting me down and saying, “Son, this is how you act around the police.” African American kids get that talk at an early age. Seeing that I’m an inanimate building, that never happened. Instead, I saw black men getting shot in their cars, in the street, and consistently in the back.
I may be young. However, I am no fool.
It was tough getting a passport. Every once in a while someone would ask me why I needed one. Two words would silence them: “President Trump.”
A few days ago, my passport to freedom came in the mail.
I didn’t want to raise any suspicions so I, the proud African American Museum, took a party bus to Montreal with a bunch of young adults. It was humiliating because a lot of Chads and Britneys felt the need to tell me how racism was no longer a “thing.” I had to put in my earbuds and crank the music to 11 when they started talking white genocide.
Fuck you , America.
I’m outta here.
Sincerely yours,
African American Museum.
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