DEMOCRACY IN AMERICA

What Next

 

December is here, and 2021 is near.  We are still battling the pandemic with the hopes that vaccination could soothe the destruction of America.  However, many of us are not quite sure of this vaccination. I’m talking about black people.  Throughout history, Black Americans have been the butt end of every experiment that has taken place. There is no need for examples because as you read this, I’m sure that a few come to mind.  I had to get right to the point because there is no need in sugar-coating any given subject during these perilous times.

 

Although the election is over, it won’t go away.  It keeps hovering over our heads like a bad hangover from the night out on the town.  It appears that the “45” is planning a coup d’état, and everyone seems to be okay with it. American seems to be going the same route as Korea before they were split in half in 1945.  If you never knew what happens during a coup, check out Siam’s history, now known as Thailand.  American is not ready for that, and it would be a blood bath. 

 

For my life, I cannot fathom why people are not concentrating on what is essential; COVID and the existence of mankind.  This pandemic has taken lives and left people homeless and penniless through unemployment. Sickness is sweeping through the city as a sandstorm in the desert.  We have people suffering from mental illness and depression, racism, sexism, and any other isms you can think of. Children are being caged, and the young girl’s generation is being dissipated by the government’s hand; instant hysterectomies.   Instead of joining forces to make the world better, people follow a mad man, destroying what is left of an already broken society. 

 

What will it take to get America to a happy place? If you are a person of color, it never really was a place filled with blissfulness.  Since slavery, black people have always been buttonholed, and it seems as if it will not ever end.  So, are you looking forward to 2021?  Are you working to make it better?  Have you thought about the future of your people?  Will you trust to take the vaccination?  Will you help those in need?  Are you willing to fight for what is truth?  Are you ready to fight against the desolation of the forty-five’s Smaug?

 

Think about it.

How do we overcome

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

It Will Happen Again

Here we are again discussing the injustices of racism of this world that will not ever end.  We experience, witness, and or see violence by hate.  This recent massacre (yes, it is a massacre) would not exist if the FBI kept weapons of this last monster. FBI gave guns to the monster's father, and the father returned the firearms to his beast.  His father was irresponsible, and this is what happens when you give guns to irresponsible people.  That Monster, whose name I refuse to say, committed this hate crime should be in jail with no parole or perhaps the death penalty. And yes; this was a hate crime.  Through by reliable sources, I heard that he started two days prior at the Publix on the opposite side of the street of the Waffle House.

The monster we are discussing was at Publix shouting racist slurs about Black People until he was asked to leave by a manager.  This manager didn’t give this Racist the opportunity to finish his statements.  Who knew that this would be the very monster to massacre innocent people at the Waffle House? The monster’s intent (if not for that customer intervention) was to kill everyone within that restaurant.   If he had mental issues, he should not be a part of society and not allowed access to firearms.  The shooting should not have occurred.  I place blame on his father, the state, and the government because they control the weapons issue.  More incidents will continue to happen.  I have sincere sympathy for the families who have experienced this massacre.  Killings and murders will continue to occur with ethnic people becoming victims of racist gun violence.  My heart truly aches when I hear of these incidents. 

If this does not bother you, something is wrong.  I believe if the monster did not leave Publix, he would have started there.  Then, it could have been me gunned down, my son, or a friend because I go to that Publix often and that’s why I said it could have been my son or me.  It could have been many of my friends that frequent that Publix.  Now, let's return to the scene of the crime; The Waffle house.  Those people were victims of a hate crime and once again it could have been me that decided to have waffles.  It could have been a friend, a relative or anyone that I know.  It hurts to see our people murdered in such a way.  The four people did not deserve to die this way.  Believe me or not, this is going to be swept under the rug like a thief in the night because we are so forgiving and you know who the “we” are.  What if that was your son, daughter, sister, brother, mother, lover, friend, husband, wife, aunt, uncle, etc.?  What would you do and how would you feel?

Where do we go from here and how can we withstand?  Believe it or not, it will happen again as it has been happening most frequent with Black people gunned down due to racism.  Believe or not, he just might get away because he will plead insanity.  The law works for them, but not for you.  Arm yourself and teach your children and whomever you know about racism.  It is still here and will not go away.  It's amazing how the word “allegedly” is thrown around about this psychopath.   You can’t say that he committed the crime but you can use the word “allegedly.”

Let me repeat; arm and protect yourself.  Teach your loved ones about racism because it is not ever going away.   The law does not work for you.  Look at history as it is undeniably repeating itself.  Guns do not shoot people.  Stupid people with guns do the damage.  No matter how much you pray or believe in non-violence, it’s not going to stop it from happening. 

I may very well be persecuted for this blog, and that’s okay.  That’s the way life is when you tell the truth without adding sugar and spice. It’s okay for others to speak their mind, but we cannot.  Hint?   It's time to get off of the sidelines and say something and do something.  Protesting is subtle but adds a boycott.  Remember the Montgomery boycott or did we fail history?   The late Dr. Henrik Clarke said, “we did not study our history.”  Not only did we not study our past we did not look at the history of other ethnic groups. It is time to be smarter.

Stay tuned for ways to survive the demise of Black people.  Think about it

Hello 2018

It had been a while since my last blog sometime last year.  This blog is my very first blog of the year. Goodbye 2017 and hello 2018. Going forward, perhaps I should try this at least once a month

I have many thoughts in mind that I need to share before the year becoming a little older. First of all, 2017 was an exciting year for me.   Was it terrible, of course not.  Everyone has issues to bare, and we need to learn to take the good with the bad.  Out of all the bad, there was a lot of good that took place in my life.  I’m very grateful for what transpired.

Now, 2018 is here.  I did not make any resolutions, and I feel that is best.  Most times we make statements or declarations and do not follow through.  I did not make many in 2017, but I’ve accomplished much.  I am pleased with my endeavors and plan to do more, such as writing, producing, traveling, etc.  I’m still very much a family person, but for the most part, I’ve become a recluse. In spite of being in my bubble, I always get out and mingle or converse with my loved ones.

Before 2017 ended, many people have reached out to me with their happy holiday cheers and pass along texts or emails.  Most were cute and something to think on.  Many of the texts I received often said, keep it going.  I wonder if it meant only for that particular holiday/season or forever?  I’m the type of person that believes in spreading cheer and beautiful thoughts all year round.  This planet very much needs it with all the negativity spreading like wildfire. 

If I say hello, happy Friday, have a Feng Shui day and or I love you, believe me, it is from the heart and not for just that holiday/season.  A lot of us get so caught up in the particular holidays and forget when it's all over that some of us need that “good morning,” or “hello, I hope all is well” text or IM from time to time.  I’m looking forward to seeing what will transpire this year and I’ve learned from last year not to put off for tomorrow and do it now.  Because tomorrow will not ever come; it’s only a saying.

Think about it.

Tom Lee - Worthy Negro

A week and one day ago, I visited Memphis Tennessee.  My significant and I partook in the TSU vs. JSU festivities (Southern Heritage Classic).  The weekend was mostly for my soul mate to enjoy.  I’m not that big on football any longer. The day of our departure, my significant other wanted to visit the riverfront.  I was okay with that.  It’s a beautiful site and also now, named the Tom Lee Park.  I wasn’t aware that the name of the river park is named Tom Lee Park and that Tom Lee is a black man.  Discovering Tom Lee was another black history moment for us.

We took the opportunity to view and read the statues/monument of Tom Lee.  He was an honorable man of integrity from what I can see and understand.  But here’s what got next to me and my significant other.  On the monument, Tom Lee was a, “a worthy negro.”  When I read that part, it took me off guard with a head role and all.  It stated, exactly that he was  “ a worthy negro” because Tom took it upon himself to rescue several white men who capsized in 1925.   

That’s good, I suppose.  We were very flabbergasted at the wording, “worthy negro.”  Hmmm.  If he’s a worth negro, what are the rest of the negros?  Unworthy?  I feel that this monument is dated and should be changed to say, “he was an honorable man of integrity.”  Yes; I understand that in the days of old black people were called negros.  We went from the n-word (still considered the N-word) to negros.  From Negros to colored.  From colored to black people.  Now, society in America is so stupid because descents from slaves referred as “African Americans.”  Yes, people; that is stupid.  Very stupid.  In order to be called African American, you must be born in Africa. It’s obvious that blacks at one time stolen from Africa, but they were not born there.   If you are born on American soil, you are American.  It doesn’t matter your parents’ origin. The first slave bone in America is American.  However, that is another blog for another week.

Getting back to Tom Lee; I’m still perturbed over the term, “worthy negro.”  What negro has ever been unworthy?  I just would like to know. Because during slavery, and during Jim Crowe, we Black people had no choice in following the rules.  Even if blacks followed the rules, they were either beaten, hung, raped, sodomized, or castrated.  So, if Tom Lee is a worthy Negro, what are blacks considered modern day?

Think about it.

It did happen

This past weekend I had the opportunity to visit the civil rights museum in Memphis.  I’m on my second visit, but it still seemed like the very first time.  It’s amazing how much occurred in America’s past that people seem to have forgotten. Maybe we haven’t forgotten, but we want to overlook because what occurred was too horrible.  It’s not a vivid of the imagination. Slavery was real and a horrific time in history.  

 

My significant other wanted to visit the Civil Rights Museum, but I must admit.  I was hesitant because it is awful to believe and think of how this could have ever happened – how people succumbed to this atrocity. Still today; no apologies, no retribution to the descendants, and people still do not recognize us as being a citizen.  When I say us, I mean any descendant of slavery, which is truly unfair.

Getting back to the Civil rights museum, I recommend any one of any race, creed, a religious or political background to visit.  It is something that will make you think just a little different, that’s if you have any humanity within your heart.  We took several pictures and discussed the when, why, where, and how of it all.  It is still painful to see and to think of even at this particular moment.

However, I do not feel this is a place for children to roam or visit unless their mind is ready for this sort of thing.  Several children that were playing appeared to me (in observance) that this was not a big deal.  They went from room to room, dancing, laughing, as if it was all a big joke.  I often marvel if parents or schools that bring children at the museum explain what it’s all about.  Once again; I state that children should not attend unless their mindset is there or understand.  Until parents explain to children what happened and how real it is, there is not a particular point in having that sort of field trip.

I know that It has been a very long time since I shared something on my blog.  Life has kept me quite busy for the past years, but I’m back.  I will continue to share each month my thoughts and new adventures because I’m sure there are more to come.

Removing Slavery from History

It’s been a while since my last blog.  I've been busy and trying to get away from blogging. I do enough writing and talking to do without blogging, but I felt compelled to let my fingers do the walking once again. 

First of all, let me explain.  This blog is about the history of slavery.  I’m speaking about the history in reference to Africans enslaved in America.  It’s bad enough that people descendant from Africa and Slavery are being wiped out or not recognized presently.  But to take us out of the history books is a crock of Bull.  My son is soon to pass to the fourth grade.  

My son is home-schooled and in the process of transitioning to the fourth grade.   I had noticed in his social studies there were several pages in reference to the colonization of America, indentured, servants, Inuits, and the massacre of the several tribes of the “Native Americans.”  There is a very small section in reference to slavery.  Yes; I was appalled.  How dare the school system leave out such an important part in history?  In case everyone has suddenly forgotten the Africans and descendants of Africans endured over five hundred years of hard labor without restitution.  These people are the forefathers of descendants from Africa that were stolen and placed in America. If you are a person of color, you are a part of the reconstruction of America. 

Now, everyone is trying to remove slavery from the history books.   I give my son extra information on a daily basis in reference to slavery. I also give him pertinent information on how and why people are called Black and why people are called White. On Dark Mantis Enterprises website, a person is featured in reference to people descendant from Africa. What we call “Black History” is very much a part of American history. Parents should demand that slavery be an intricate part of student's studies through the entire school year. Thank goodness that I have the mind, spirit and perseverance to teach my son the truth and tell him all that was left out in his home-school social studies in reference to Slavery.

Do you talk to your children about slavery and what it did and the full effect it has on the culture and society of descendants of Africans today?  If you don’t, you should be ashamed of yourself.  The Jewish community discusses the Holocaust.  Descendants of Africa should talk about slavery every single day.  There were several Holocausts that took place since the first, middle and last passage.  If we are eager to teach about the colonization of America, let’s tell the entire history such as facts without glamorization about slavery.

Think about it.

Taking Time to have a little fun

I haven’t blogged in 6 months because I’ve been constantly busy.  I say that I’m going to add to my blogs, but time doesn’t permit.  I must blog this time and it’s in reference to what we all should do; take time to relax and have a little fun.  We are a social media society; texting, chatting, FB, twitter, and, etc.  We never take the time to push aside the technology and relax.  Each and every day I’m either at my laptop, smart phone or computer emailing, responding to emails, working on a book and or setting up for my next show.  In addition to those tasks, I’m a caregiver, and parent of 2.

On Memorial Day weekend, I took the liberty to walk away from all of this with a friend.  I must say that we had an excellent two day get-away from all of the technology and work.  I never felt so rejuvenated in all my life and now plan to do it again with my family of course and with friends.  My friend and I had planned to attend the music fest in Huntsville.  It was a first for me and for her.  The hotel accommodations were splendid and every place we needed to be was within the area.

Before we partook in the festivities of the blues/music fest, we visited the Botanical Gardens in Huntsville.  The Alice in Wonderland exhibit was at the Botanical Gardens.  We felt like children again.  We seesawed, played on the swings, took pictures of the beautiful flowers and scenery and enjoyed the Butterfly house.  Before we had realized we had spent, 2 ½ hours at the Botanical Gardens.  We learned, played, captured and relaxed. 

As you can see in our picture, we were feeling the bliss at the moment.  This is something that we take time to do at least once a week. We promised ourselves that we should take time out every other month.  We had our smart phones, but we pushed away to enjoy life.    

I recommend that everyone should push away from the technology and have some fun. 

Think about it

First Blog of 2014

2014 is 34 days old, and Friday, January 31st 2014 was also the Chinese New Year- the year of the Horse. Is 2014 what you expected or do you need to wait 6 more months before you decide? So far so good everything is working out for me, and I can’t complain. It’s best to smile and be happy than to frown and make you sick. January 31st was a particularly significant day for me, and I took the time to celebrate with my family.

 If you follow Chinese astrology, the Zodiac sign of this year in the horse. People born under this zodiac sign have ingenious communication techniques and are always the limelight in their community. They are adept, kind, cheerful, perceptive, talented, earthy, but stubborn.

 For 2014 people born under this sign of the horse will be easily offended and will not keep a harmonious relationship with their colleagues. People under this sign will often be in doubt leading to a gradual loss of confidence. This is also an unstable financial year. Financial suggestions for this year are to be careful to make any financial investments.

There are other predictions for this year under the sign of the horse, but why beat a dead horse? All in all, people should be careful and weigh the pros and cons no matter what sign you fall under. Any and everything can happen, but if you keep a calm serene spirit, you may concur all.

I vowed to do something or learn something new each month of this year. So far I've
kept that promise. In this realm, we do not know how much time we have. Of course, there is more time than life, and we need to live it full of joy, love, laughter, and learning and sometimes endure the pain.

Think about it

Until the next blog…

Last blog for 2013

It is now the end of 2013 and whatever problems you have at this particular time, it’s a little too late in the day to change before the clock strike’s twelve or is it? I thought it would be in my best interest and for my own self-gratification to write my last blog for 2013. It’s been a while since I’ve let my fingers do the walking on the keys of my keyboard and type away and release my cracken of a blog. I’ve shed many tears, and had many regrets as well as blessings for the year 2013. All I know is there is no time to feel self-pity or depressing thoughts coming into this new year; 2014. Tonight I’m going to party like its 1999. I do know this; if you are one of those who want to sleep the New Year in, shame on you. You should only be doing such if you are a child whose bed time is at 8 or 9, the sick and or the elderly. The saying goes that whatever you are doing the night before the year end, you will possibly do throughout the new year; something close to that. I do not plan on going out with that stigma. I’m going to spend time with family and very close friends. I’m throwing out all the old and beginning the year as it is; new. If there are any thoughts of regrets and disappointments I’m putting it all to rest. So far I’m ending this year pretty good and I plan to continue the New Year in this same position; blissful. I was a sleeping uncaring person for 10 months. I’ve now awaken out of my coma. If you are one of the lonely ones, get up, get out and do something even if you go into the next room and turn on the television. You can’t start a new without new thoughts. You can’t clean a filthy room by leaving the filth inside. Think happy, breathe happy, and feel happy. Do not sit on your talent. If you don’t know who or what you are, find your purpose. Happy New Year and many happy thoughts to all!

Boycott while protesting

I haven’t blogged in a while because my heart was not in it. I didn’t feel the urge to type and talk about what people should know or do not want to know. I live in a world filled with foolishness with that seems to have no end. My co-worker and I were discussing the hot topic of the weekend; Paula Dean. We discussed the hoopla on how she referred to blacks as Niggers and how black people that work in her establishment were underpaid. As for me, I was not a bit surprised. She’s from the south and her great grandfather owned slaves. Her fans still loves her, and that’s the way it is. If she had made a derogatory statement against the Jewish people or homosexuals, would her fans still adore her? However, my co-worker/associate/friend begins to discuss to me what took place in her community over the weekend. A convenience store owned by Arabs in her community, in Nashville Tennessee is not very kind to black people. The owner of this convenience store refers to black people as slaves. Apparently he called a young black man a slave and this black man attacked him. My co-worker informed me this is something that happens often. I asked, “Why are you and everyone in this neighborhood still patronizing this store”? My co-worker informed me that she would no longer patronize this particular store and she asked if everyone else did the same within her neighborhood. By the way; the store is named “Obama Market”. I believe that was the owner’s method of mockery to make the people in that community believes that he likes black people. I suggested that her community boycotts this store. I proceeded to type up a flyer stating, “Do not patronize the Obama Market (listed the address) because they refer to black people as slaves”. I told her that the only way that this boycott will be affective if everyone sticks to their guns and stay away from that store. I reiterated; do not buy from that store under any circumstances. Pass by the store as if it is the plague. It is too late in the day for such nonsense. Black people aren’t some new discovery that arrived from Mars. Black people were stolen from their land, stripped of everything – their language and culture just to become slaves. That is a heartening situation that no one wants to explore, but keeps reminding black people of our degradation. I’m not prejudiced and I’m most certainly not a racist. I don’t have the money or power to be racist. I don’t count how many friends or associates I have, black, white, blue or pink. I don’t believe it’s fair to make racial slurs or refer to a people that was subjected to years of turmoil (and still today) due to the color of their skin. If you’re not black or have a black child, you will never know how discrimination hurts. I don’t want my children to experience this so I keep them away from people as much as possible, but I can only do this for so long. Eventually they will have to see and experience the hardship of this world and it breaks my heart thinking about it. It’s cruel and inhumane to treat people with such hate. It’s amazing how people are so protective of animals, but don’t give a damn about people. The only way for this owner to know what he has done is to attack his wallet. Protesting is not enough. You can march and picket until the cows come home, but when you stop the cash flow, it’s priceless. Just ask Paula and others that took that path. This world was made for all people not for one race. People need to understand that this is a melting pot. If our creator didn’t want us to be different, everyone would look the same. I do believe that would be a bit boring. Think about it

Titles are useless

It was said to be the end of the word December 31 2012, but here we are today. People really didn’t pay attention to the key words of the Mayans: it was the end of their calendar not the calendar for the entire world. I would also like to add it’s always the end of the world for someone every second, minute, hour and day. This is why I do not pay attention to the prophecies or the rhetoric of today’s media. Now, the Pope has decided to retire as well he should. He has a title and never utilizes his power, so what is the point of the Pope. The Pope has the power to end wars, but I never seen or heard of it happening. The Pope can also invoke infallibility on matters of religious doctrine, but that doesn’t occur either. The Pope is considered the universal leader of churches. The Pope is also the Vicar of Christ, but still there are priest molesting children. Why do we honor the Pope who does absolutely nothing, but ride around from state to state, country to country waving his hand and simply saying “peace be on to you”? Are we truly honoring the Pope or respecting him because of that title? If the Pope has such an influence on religious beliefs and the people why doesn’t he make and take a stand on issues that matters? If the Pope took a stand on certain issues, such a gun laws, would the people really listen? Remember, he has that power because he is the Vicar of Christ. Perhaps people want someone or something to follow and these titled person’s such as the Pope are created to give people some sort of comfort in their times of despair. We all respect titles even when the titles are not being utilized. Let’s take our President for an example. He has the title of commander and chief, but the people still debate and veto every suggestion he interjects for the greater good of the public such as the band on automatic weapons. Why do we need automatic weapons when we’re not at war within our country unless I’m truly missing something? Children in Chicago Illinois are being slaughtered by the day. I understand that guns don’t kill people it’s the people with the guns, but where do these stupid people get these guns? The President may be a good man, outstanding citizen and family oriented, but he is only a puppet President. He is only allowed to do what he’s told to do by congress. He said that he works for the people, but that is only a façade. Don’t get it twisted, I’m honored that they’ve chosen a man of color, but his blood line is a part of the chosen, meaning don’t expect much. He can only give what they allow. Does a title really matter if that title doesn’t do anything to help the world to become a better place? Perhaps titles only matter when you run a mega church! Think about it.

Why Coffee Blog

I’ve received occasional emails in the past in reference to why my blog is called a coffee blog. 3 years ago I began my coffee blog via Dark Mantis Enterprises. I do believe that I did explain why I call my blog the coffee blog. Not to sound snobbish or persnickety as some may say, but let me reiterate why my blogs are called coffee blogs. In Jeanette’s world I awake sometimes from a dream or just from a hard sleep with various thoughts on my mind. Most mornings I reflect on the day before or something that occurred the night before I lay my head to rest. Being that I’m a writer, my mind is always racing. My blogs are often created early in the morning while I’m indulging in a great cup of Joe. This is how my coffee blog began because I was drinking a good cup of java and when I say good I mean the bomb coffee on a Saturday morning and it took control of my brain and quick fingers and that’s how that blog started. Most people need that cup of java in the morning; I do also. That’s why my blog is called “coffee blog” because I’m sipping and then typing to my heart’s content. Typing and sipping is a beautiful thing; try it sometime. I pause occasionally taking a sip of my freshly ground roasted coffee when I type out my blogs. Although my post may not appear until later that afternoon, doesn’t mean that the thought happened at that particular time. My blogs occur during my coffee time. It’s like a thinking mechanism. Okay you may say what if you had a coffee break during the afternoon or evening? Then I may do a blog then too, but for the most part, I try not to do coffee later in the day. It really interrupts your resting period. I already have a hard time putting this beauty down every night as it is. With that being said, what works for you doesn’t necessarily works for the next person. Think about it.

Getting back to life

It has been a months since I’ve last posted a blog. I’ve been so caught up with depression and the death of my father that I’ve basically cut myself off from my best buddy in the world; my lap top. This is the second death that took place that was very close to me. Exactly 2 years and 2 weeks ago, my brother was killed in a car accident. On Tuesday, August 7th 2012 I watched my father take his last breath. I hated to see my father die, but it pained me to see him suffer daily. I will never forget the day I saw him take his last breath. I can literally visualize this every single day. As much as I’m told that I should not have any regrets because I was there for him as much as possible, I still feel it wasn’t enough. I miss seeing his face and I miss hearing him complain. I miss him from calling me by the pet name that he gave me when I was a child. I miss the expression on his face. I miss every aspect of my father and hate that I was born into a world to experience this journey we must all take. Mankind takes for granite the small things. I try to cherish every single moment in life that I have because I don’t know when or where I will take my last breath. I will definitely say this; his death taught some things I need to do. It taught me to live and laugh as much as I can and to savor every single second that I have with my life. It taught me not to waste my time on foolishness or being angry. It took me a month and two weeks to start back with my buddy. I barely check my emails or even nurture my imaginary children; my novels that I’ve written. I spend the bulk of my time with my mother and family because every single moment is very crucial. Death is very much fresh on my mind and I still can’t fathom that the best man and the first man that I ever loved with my whole heart is gone. I think what hurts me the most is that I will never see his face again. This is an experience I will never forget because on most days I feel like something is missing that I can’t get back or restore. Death is very personal. When you lose someone that is close, part of your essence dies too. Think about it.

End of the World – Sign of the Time

I looked at the temperature for the day and noticed that it’s extremely warm for this time of year; 91 degrees to be exact. As I look around and listen to the mummers of people I hear them say, “It’s the sign of the time and the end of the world”. The world ends for someone every single day. When you take your last breath it will be the end of your world here on this place we call earth. And besides; who would really want to stay in this world for eternity?

I’ve been noticing how rude, inconsiderate and racist people have become; every second, minute and hour of the day. People don’t and won’t accept a mere apology. People won’t say excuse me and or people are just hateful and racists. It almost makes you hate to be around people at any given time; at least that’s how I feel.

There is so much unnecessary tension in the air for no apparent reason; people hating people of color are the ones that I truly despise. No matter what is said and done, racism will remain until people wake up and say that enough is enough, but that will never happen. It makes me look forward to my end of to this world because this world is far beyond its reach of peace and harmony. If there is such a thing of reincarnation I would like to pass up that opportunity. I do not wish to come back to this place of sorrow, deceit, poverty stricken world of racism.

It’s amazing that we can send a man to the moon, turn a mobile phone into a miniature computer, or perform a face transplant, but hate a person that you had never been met before due to the color of his or her skin. We can’t change this. My only hope and thought is to live long enough to see my children grow and be capable of taking care of themselves while I’m gone. I sincerely apologize to them daily for being foolish enough to bring them into this ill-gotten world of hatred. This world this creator created is already gone to hell.

The sign of times it may seem, but the end of your time it’s not until you take your last breath.
Think about it.

Fridays

Every Friday everyone seems to perk up full of cheer or is it just my imagination? Maybe it’s because it’s the end of the week and people are ready to shut it down from the office or just to relax, relate and release. Maybe it’s because it’s pay day and or maybe it’s because it’s the end of the week and all is fair and it’s party time!

I’ve been thinking about Fridays and the messages I receive such as “happy Friday” or “It’s finally Friday and I can relax!” Have the other days of the week become so depressing that we look forward to Fridays? It is sad that we live in a world that Monday through Thursday is a drab and depressing. Perhaps we need to look at our lives and see what we can do to make it better. Perhaps we need to do things a little differently each day instead of utilizing the same routine. I’m sure there are some of us that are happy everyday of the week as we all should be, but often that’s not reality.

I’ve decided that I’m going to make each and every day like a Friday because Life can be very short or disappointing. I begin to reflect on what I’ve learned; attitude of gratitude. I begin to reflect on all the things I’m grateful and thankful for as we should do according to Feng Shui. I need to literally apply this to all my days and perhaps treat every day as Friday; this may keep me bliss in this miserable world of chaos.


Think about it.

Everyone Fears Something

Everyone fears something; no matter how much we deny, we have a fear. We fear drowning, poison, airplanes, travel, accidents, becoming older and etcetera. It could be anything, but most of all we fear death. Although we know this is something that is inevitable; maybe it’s the thought of how you may die that’s fearful. No matter, which way fate chooses for one to die, this is a task all must fulfill.

I do believe that what we fear is the unknown of death. We fear that our mortal existence will cease and we will be forgotten and I must say most of all…we fear that there is no afterlife. Truly no one actually knows if there is an afterlife. We are only going on what we’re told. No one ever came back from the dead and explicated what exactly happens when you enter the tunnel of eternal darkness; I believe this is what humans/mankind fear because it is the unknown. We’re going on religious beliefs – in hopes that our souls will live on eternally.

Most people have this religious belief that when it’s all said and done, we will see the almighty beholder who created the heavens, the hell and universe. But what if this is not what occurs? What if we are just laid to rest and that is the end of our existence? And…If we are to be reincarnated, we would not return to who we were before so therefore our mortal self will no longer exist as it was before. All memory of who we were will be erased. So death is truly the end of who you were. What do you think? Does it make since to you? Elaborate on this thought for a while before you explicate an answer.

Think about it

The Birthday of MLK

Today is the observance for the late Martin Luther King Junior. Yesterday was actually the birthday of Martin Luther King Junior. I was asked if I would take this day, Monday January 16th 2012 off in observance of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. No. I spent the actual day in observance of Martin Luther King Junior. I didn’t go out, I didn’t spend money and I pulled out information in relation to his speech, the march on Washington and the civil rights movement to remind me of how it was during the 50’s and 60’s and how it should be today.

I begin to reflect on what took place and compare to how we should have overcame by now and receive the respect and recognition we deserve as people of color. I see some change, but not much. We need to start making strides. Of course we have an African American President and Black first Lady and sure we have access to walking down the street and possibly go anywhere we please, but we’re still not economically inclined. We spend the most money in America, but we never invest in our community.

Our society actually has the wrong idea of the civil rights movement and what it represents. Do you know the purpose the Late Martin Luther King Junior and message he was attempting to convey? Why do you celebrate the birthday of Martin Luther King Junior? Do you only take it off just to jump on the band wagon or do you actually celebrate what this Martyr projected and wanted for this world?

I have a 5 ½ year son and I want him to know why Martin Luther King Junior existed and his reasons for civil rights and why we celebrate his birthday. I celebrate through by commemorating what he has done; I don’t buy or sell on that day. I treat it like a holiday, which we all should. We should shut it down and say thanks to this man that gave his life for the equality of man and women who were discriminated against during that period of time and still to this present day.

Every community and ethnic group cherishes their people of importance. It’s time that the Black people born in American need to take a stand and do the same. If you are celebrating his day of birth, treat it like a real holiday, which it is.

Think about it.

Welcome 2012

We are now in the official first week of the New Year now what? What do you do? The first day of the New Year has come and gone and now you’re left with what you are going to do now. If you made a New Year’s resolution, forget about it. Just go with the flow because more than likely you’re not going to follow through. It’s easy to say what you’re going to do, but to actually do it is something different.

As I enter the chat sessions and groups on FB, I’ve noticed how everyone is basically talking the same talk as last year. Does that mean that we’re subject to change as a people? Not really because we’re not putting our best foot forward and walking the walk. We keep making the same statements and talking about the same subject for example: Relationships, sexy pictures, sex and bashing of the opposite sex.

Let’s take 5. Being in a relationship or trying to establish a relationship is not really that hard. If you’re a selfish individual its simple; remain what you are, which is alone. If you’re not willing to compromise it’s best to be by yourself! If you’re with someone that is getting on your nerve, discuss with that person the issues at hand and why he or she is getting on your nerve. If you’re still not happy, leave!

Sex and sexy pictures is another thing all together. Sex is something that only the individual can talk about with his or her sex partner. I don’t discuss that topic because that is a never ending story that people will not ever seem to agree on. No matter what someone is not ever going to be satisfied. As for a sexy picture that is similar to the saying “beauty is in the eye of the beholder”. What may look sexy to you may not be sexy to the next person so why judge?

This is 2012 and we should be thinking about important issues such as the election and what the president have planned for our future. What are your plans for the future? How do you plan to survive if we just happen to screw it up and not vote the president back in and get the morons that were in the seat pre-Obama? Do you plan to take a vacation and see some of this beautiful world before your time is up? There are so many things to do that we should consider taking action. In other words, it’s time to stop talking and start doing.