I'm ngl, thinking about the Haitian revolution against France gets me hard as a fucking stone. I could simply imagine what it would be like for a colonial aristocrat to have his empire seized away from him by his workers. I can see the strong-willed and bodied Black men leading and taking charge in order to enact the restorative justice ordained to them by god. I can see them capturing me and my white family, holding me against my will at knife-point, while they tease me with sodomizing my beautiful, elegant, and intelligent white wife, my two gorgeous and youthful white daughters who have not seen the dawn of 19 and 15 years respectively, and my only begotten white son of 12 years.
They say to my wife and daughters that they shall either be of sexual and marital service to the Black officers of the revolution or that they were to be subsequently executed. They all give me a gloomful glance while streams of tears are pouring down my face. The strong Black BVLLS that are holding me captive begin to laugh at me, perceiving me to be an inferior man, not being able to protect his own family, an evolutionary failure. A white "man". They would allow my son to live on the condition that he was to be castrated and used for the pleasure of all the future Black citizenry of Haiti, open to the public.
As the officer begins to order my execution, he asks for any last words before I depart. I manage to utter the last few thoughts of my life, "I am nothing compared to the BBC. My entire existence is to cope against Black kings. I will now submit to the will of the BBC"