You heard it here folks, white people have no culture
It’s just a normal day.
Something has seemed a bit off since the beginning, but I pay no heed to it.
I go to have lunch, mom says something but it’s unintelligible. There are a bunch of boiled, striped dough balls on my platter, garnished with red sauce. They seem oddly familiar, but I can’t quite place them. It’s as if I had my memories about them erased.
On the TV, news show that all around the world, european people and their descendants are becoming mute and mad. Some of them have vivid hallucinations. There are few who struggle to understand the meaning of the words written around them, but it’s futile. It’s as if romance languages have never existed.
European and north-american flags are becoming ghastly shades of white and grey before turning to ashes. Museums and libraries all over the globe are losing millions of dollars worth of books, pottery, weapons, armours and other artifacts. Metal rusts and turns into burnt paper, wood rots, clay and ceramic turns to dust.
Every building even remotely resembling an european construction falls to the ground in a heap of concrete and wood. Nobody can explain anything. Millions die.
Families are torn apart, they have no names, no surnames, no identities. They can’t understand eachother, their mouths full of garbled noises.
Little by little, the entire european continent is separated from firm land and starts sinking, billions of years worth of geological changes disappearing beneath the waters leaving no trace.
European people in the streets start combusting spontaneously, burning for only a few moments before wind carries their ashes away, never to be seen again.
Asian, african, south american and oceanian people wonder aloud. “Who were these people?” “Marie Curie? Dante Alighieri? Paul Klee? Who were those?”
It was all a lie.
White culture has never existed.