It’s been almost two years since my last blog. I haven’t had the time or patience to
write—however, this time, I had to make an omission. Maybe I will make an exception and blog at
least once a week. In our present
society, there is no rest for the weary.
Whenever I awake, there is something new occurring. The world is beginning to weigh heavily on my
heart, mind, and spirit. It enables me to communicate with my peers.
I remember over thirty-five years ago when I heard the songs
in school, “We shall overcome.” It seems
to me that it hasn’t occurred as of yet. I would often hear people at church praying
and thanking their Jesus for a better day – church members singing peace be
still. Peace has not yet come. When will we stop yearning and dreaming about
change? What are we to do now? How are we going to get back to the normal
that we never had? Never. There is no justice and no peace.
As I periodically watch the news to hear the latest update on
COVID-19, low and behold, I hear about the death of a young woman – shot in her
apartment while she was asleep. Next, I
hear of a young man, gun downed by two people who call themselves protecting
the neighborhood. Okay. I’m feeling agitated
now. The next horrific incident I see is
a man choked to death, begging for his life.
The agony lasted for eight minutes and forty-six seconds. That is the time I will not ever forget. Eight forty-six plays over and over in my
mind. By the way, I could only watch that video one
time. I could not endure to see it
again.
After the death of this man, I now see protesters marching
for justice – all across the globe. There have been countless times when I’ve
heard of some black person shot to death either through by police or some
ordinary fool that states he is standing his ground. I’ve lived as a recluse before the pandemic
and these senseless murders. Now the question presents itself as to what are we going to do? What should we do? Is protesting enough? Of course not. It will not ever be. Will black people ever be respected? Never and black people need to get it in
their heads that they need to come together and make decisions.
Right before the late Dr. Martin Luther King Jr passed on, he
realized that he led his people into an alley that they will not surpass. MLK
realized there is one key ingredient to making this world better for black
people and people of color, but we need to be steadfast and stick
together. Is it violence? Not
necessarily so, but it will require sacrifice. It is time for blackout days.
That is the sacrifice. If we are not
willing to make that sacrifice, these bullets will continue to hit us daily.
Think about
it