Something else I've thought about doing for some time now. A book called "Blurred Vision: The Systemic Racism of the Democrat Party." Here is an intro for it. What do y'all think? 

History is a ledger of sins, and the Democratic Party’s page drips with the ink of betrayal—a stain that no amount of revisionist whitewash can erase. Born in 1828 from the cunning of Martin Van Buren and the brute charisma of Andrew Jackson, this party cloaked itself in the garb of the "common man," only to reveal a soul rotten with racism that festers still. Blurred Vision is no gentle recounting; it is a torch thrust into the dark corners of a legacy that began with shackles and persists in subtler chains. This is not merely a story of the past—it is an unmasking of a hypocrisy that dares to parade as progress.

Van Buren, the so-called "Little Magician," conjured a party not for liberty, but for power, weaving a coalition of slaveholders and populists to crown Jackson, a man whose hands were calloused from wielding the whip. Together, they forged a Democratic Party that championed states’ rights—a polite veil for slavery’s barbarism—and declared the federal government impotent against the cries of the enslaved. Jackson, with his plantation of human chattel and his genocidal Indian Removal Act, didn’t just tolerate racism; he was its architect, driving the Cherokee to their graves while his party cheered. Van Buren, ever the spineless tactician, nodded along, ensuring that the 1840 platform enshrined slavery as a sacred state prerogative. These were not missteps—they were the foundation.

And yet, the indictment does not end with history’s dust. The Democratic Party, for all its mid-20th-century posturing—its Civil Rights Act and Voting Rights Act—cannot scrub clean a lineage that thrived on segregation’s bones. From the Jim Crow South, where it reigned as the party of the lynch mob, to today’s sanctimonious rhetoric, it has merely traded overt chains for systemic ones.

Blurred Vision is a reckoning—a searing exposé of a party that has never truly shed its founding sin. Systemic racism is not a relic in its closet; it is the closet, built brick by brick from Jackson’s slave quarters to the modern corridors of power. This book demands you see through the blur of their self-congratulation to the truth: the Democratic Party’s racism is not a chapter closed, but a thread woven into its very fabric, a legacy of exclusion that mocks its claims of redemption. Read on, not to forgive, but to accuse—for the past is a prologue, and their vision remains willfully blind.