So, what do I teach my son, exactly (when I have one, that is)? That theres a possibility that one day, hell want to go to the store and purchase a snack and some skittles (while donning a hoodie)....or pick up a toy gun in Walmart....or go to the store for some cigarillos....or listen to some loud music with his friends at a convenience store parking lot....or try to ask for help after being injured...and hes likely to lose his life, for doing absolutely nothing BUT live in the skin he was born with? How do you continue to teach the children to let justice prevail, that their lives matter, when each and every year, in SOME way, shape or form, we are reminded that if you are BLACK and living in America, you can be hunted down like a rabid dog, shot, and KILLED just because you breathed wrong? How do I, as a Black woman, keep consoling my brother, father, uncles, cousins, and friends when theyre afraid to leave their house because they might not make it back home simply b/c this nation we live in says that they dont matter and can be laid to rest when and if the moments felt? Im usually not a quitter. Im VERY pro Black and any of you who know me personally or have followed me long enough KNOW that I am ALWAYS FOR the advancement or betterment of my people. And even though I KNEW this would happen, it still doesnt sting any less. I never give up hope, even in the final hour. But Im tired. My back is broken. Im over it. Im not gonna lie to my child and tell him that hell make it beyond 30 because Mike Brown, Trayvon Martin, Ezell Ford, Sean Bell, Jordan Davis, Amadou Diallo, Kendrec McDade, Ervin Jefferson, Oscar Grant, and a host of others that look JUST LIKE MY CHILD WILL LOOK did not. Im over it. OVER IT.
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 02:53:14 +0000
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