"Why waste your talents on oafs like them, Madame?"
Madame Illusia saw a 20 year old African American making her way toward the front.
"And you are?" the magician asked.
"I'm Chit-Chat social media sensation and fighter for woke rights against the tyranny of oppressive entitled bigot racists. You may have heard of me - my name is Jewel," the girl answered, self-assured in her righteous cause.
"I see," Madame Illusia answered gravely. "And how may your humble servant be of service to a warrior princess fighting the good fight, such as yourself?"
"Well, I see the worse of bigotry, racism, entitlement, and so many other nasty human indecencies every day. And it's horrible. I seek justice and reparations for my people - those who are trying so hard to fight against the tyrannical establishment." Jewel clearly liked having the spotlight on her, but of course she figured she deserved it - she earned it - she worked hard writing post after post and dropping video after video calling people out on the many wrongs in the world. "I want you to help make things right, something more worthy of a powerful woman of your talents. Imagine the good you would achieve."
Madame Illusia gave a kindly smile, enviting Jewel to join her on stage. "Please continue."
"With your powerful magic, you could change people. You could put an end to intolerance and the evil manipulation of bigots."
"These are very difficult things. It would be very difficult to force understanding on someone who isn't by nature willing. Or to make an unempathetic individual sensitive to the plight of their siblings in the human race." Madame Illusia looked at the girl standing next to her on stage. She was young, pampered, clearly thought a lot of herself and her cause, and had that special assuredness that came with self-importance, narcissim and entitlement. Still, there could be some merit to where she was going. "What do you have in mind, specifically?"
"Make every bigot, every racist, everyone with a prejudice turn into the very thing they are prejudice against. If someone is a white supremicist, make them black. If someone is against women, make them one. If someone is a homophobe, make them gay."
"Interesting," Madame Illusia pondered. "However, I couldn't possibly do the whole world at once. I suggest trying it on one person, first, and seeing how that goes."
"Of course," Jewel said.
"Pick someone from the audience."
Jewel pointed to a young, 18 year old white boy in a group toward the front. Surely he was the embodiment of white priveledge, thoughtless pre-judging, narcissim, homophobia, and every other loathsome trait of humanity. "Him."
"Please come up to the front and join us, young man," Madame Illusia said to the boy.
His mates called out, "You're gonna get it now, Justin." "Haha, been nice knowing you buddy." Justin came up on stage, very reluctantly.
Madame Illusia walked up to Justin, "Hello, Justin."
"Hi," Justin said, not sure what to make of this.
The crowd got riled up in anticipation. Madame Illusia commanded, "Silence." She turned to Justin. Jewel watched eagerly.
"And now for the transformation. I will fix all the prejudices and bigotry in Justin by making him into the very thing he is most prejudice against - and making him embrace it!" Justin shifted uncomfortably. Madame Illusia chanted in a strange, ancient tongue, waving her hands over the boy. Suddenly there was a flash of smoke. And from that smoke came... Justin.
"It is done," Madame Illusia proclaimed. Justin stood next to her, just as before, but this time his face looked happier and more peaceful.
Jewel looked at the white boy, confused. "I don't understand. He's the same as before, he hasn't changed at all."
Madame Illusia turned to Jewel. "But my dear, of course he has changed. Look at him. Look at how peaceful he is now."
Jewel did not look happy and started to lose it. "He's still an entitled white boy!"
"Not at all," Madame Illusia said. "Justin hated being a boy because the society he grew up in has been telling him being a male is bad. His mother put him down for being male, telling him he was no good just like his father. He hated being white because Hollywood told him whites were bad, and only bad people were white. He hated being straight for he same reasons. The truth is, Justin was bigoted, racist, and against himself, because he believed all the things people like you were telling him all of his life."
Jewel looked angry. "I don't believe you. You're a fraud and a liar, and I'm going to expose you for the faker you are!"
"Don't take that tone with me, deary," Madame Illusia said evenly, her eyes glistening. "Despite his self-loathing, this young man has been kinder, more loving, more giving, and more accepting of all of those around him than you have ever been, young lady."
"You racist hag!" Jewel spit and was about to storm off stage, when suddenly she couldn't move. She gasped.
"I will grant your wish on one other person," Madame Illusia said. "You. I will turn you into the very thing you are bigoted, racist, and prejudice against."
There was a puff of smoke, and suddenly Jasmine - or James now - stepped out of it. He cleared his throat, politely. "Did it work?" He asked.
Madame Illusia looked at the new white boy that had been Jasmine. He was just a regular white boy. The symbol of hate because of a previous generation, but himself guiltless now. "Yes indeed. A big improvement."
"Ladies and gentlemen, I gave you James. He's hard working, loyal, no-nonsense, and has a family. He's not on social media because he's too busy earning a living to support his wife and children. And I dare say he will be a much better and more profitable human being than he was as Jasmine!"
The crowd snickered at the last comment.
"Now, both of you go, live in peace and prosperity. And remember - social media and social deseases have far more in common than not."