Krakoa Taught Me, Sometimes Violence Is The Answer (Not Ready)

” …Look what it all became. Good ‘n all, but look at what all remains” When Jonathan Hickman introduced the X-Men’s Krakoa era in 2019, I swear, you could damn near hear Black X-Men fans shouting a collective, “Let’s fucking gooooooo!” in unison across the fandom. The Marvel universe went to sleep and woke up to see they had new gods now. The mutants of earth stood in unison on the living island of Krakoa as Xavier told humans, “Hey, we’re going to give yall these miracle drugs that will extend your life, cure diseases, and get your mind right. All we ask in turn is you recognize game that we a whole nation now. So you mind your business and we’ll be chilling over here minding our own. Cool?” This simple act and ask set in motion five years of political espionage, mess, and drama the likes of which we have never seen in X-Men lore before… and it was fucking glorious. Yall had to be there. If you weren’t go back and read it because otherwise, you will never understand just how good X-Men fans were eating. Not just X-Men fans but Black X-Men fans, fam. Seeing our faves defy the status quo of having to deal with being treated like they were less than. Instead, mutants now had gates across the world that would take them to this mutant paradise. Then come to find out, Apocalypse had a whole family of Black and Black coded mutants known as the Arakki of Arakko. These were real rough and tumble mutants that are an older nation than Krakoa. Arakko is most def the hood and Krakoa …