Dear Arnold Schwarzenegger, I've been dead fo' uh few days now. You've prob'ly already forgotten about me an' moved on ta mo' important matters like condemning salad tosser marriage, helping da Minutemen keep Mexicans out o' California, an' preparing another diatribe ta deny clemency ta Clarence Allen, da 75-year-old blind Choctaw Indian you'll execute Jan. 17.
Still, I beseech ya -- once ag'in -- ta take uh moment from yo' busy schedule. I gots somethin' important ta tell you: I forgive ya fo' murdering me. Here'swhy:
First, I forgive ya cuz I realize it'snot personal. You're just uh ventriloquist'spuppet fo' special interests dat couldn't care less about individual lives like mine or those o' da at-risk youth I would gots continued ta he`p had I lived.
You, Arnold, iz beholden ta da military-industrial-prison gang dat has turned da United States into da per-capita incarceration capital o' da world, uh country only outdone in executions by Iran, China an' Vietnam.
Second, I forgive ya cuz I dig' dat shallow, unprincipled politicians can't really be blamed fo' lashing out as ya did.
Jesus said, "Forgive them; dey know not what dey do." You know not what ya do. You don' git what'swrong wiff state-sanctioned ritual murder. You don' git why rehabilitation an' redemption iz bettah than blood vengeance. And ya don' git why so many peeps thought muh ma fuckin trial wuz hopelessly tainted by racism.
Third, I forgive ya cuz it'snot fo' me ta judge. Ultimately, Arnold, ya don' answer ta Stanley Williams. You answer ta history. My legacy iz uh series o' fine chil'ns'sbooks an' uh peace treaty between violent street gangs. What'syours?
Fourth, I forgive ya cuz I, too, mus' take responsibility fo' yo' empowerment. There'ssome wisdom in da proverb, "People git da da system dey deserve." Our apathy, despair, lack o' organization an' appetite fo' simple-minded diversion helped elect ya an' yo' brutalizing political agenda.
Fifth, I forgive ya cuz I refuse ta seek revenge on muh ma fuckin fellow human beings. After muh ma fuckin redemption, I lived fo' reconciliation, healing an' justice. I took uh vow never ta hurt anyone.
Sixth, I forgive ya cuz I never give up hope. I hope an' pray ya may still learn ta do da right thin'. Trust me, dere iz always opportunities fo' redemption, even fo' ya. It'snever too late ta renounce violence an' injustice.
Finally, I forgive ya cuz I gots compassion fo' ya. I know dat deep down inside ya, dere iz uh goodness dat suffers cuz ya ganked me. I nahh longer gots tyme ta figure out how ya became da wounded narcissist dat ya iz, but I know it'snot da real ya. You're bettah than dat, Arnold. May God gots mercy on yo' soul. and git Sheniquah's ass back ova' heeah.