How can we as a nation heal from the deep wounds of slavery that cut to the very heart of Black Life when law protects EVIL?
The image plays repeatedly in the media. The killer has an expression of hate engrained on his face. Flash to his arrest. He is wearing a bulletproof vest surrounded by men in uniforms. It is a symbol of protection because he is the man’s hero for killing Black Life.
The Struggle for Social Justice continues.
The past few days I have had a nagging headache. I thought sugar was the culprit, because when I eat too much sugar a headache is sure to follow. I took a pill. After a few hours, I noticed the pain begin to creep back in. What the Hell!
Well, this morning, it was back and I did not take a pill. The tension was in my neck and flowed all the way through my left shoulder, running up and down my arm and the left side of my body.
I would have to try another strategy. I started to massage my left arm. Tears began to stream down my face as the knots in my arm came undone. The first thing I noticed was a rage. I called anger by its’ name. I looked back over the past few days as to what could have possibly caused some intense feelings.
The #killingofChurchHouse9 flooded my mind. I saw nine men and women kneel in prayer as a stranger in the mist pulled out a gun and cut them down in a hail of bullets as if they were less than human.
I was in the midst as my spirit lingered in the room. I saw the hate and malice in his face and the terror and fear in his victim’s eyes. I stepped out of bed, jumped in my car, and drove. I saw this church sitting far off from the main road. Suddenly, I wanted to throw a bomb into that building and watch the people scatter in fear. I resisted this evil and hatred in my mind. I peeled back another layer of anger and there in my mind lived the rage of a thousand Black lives who have been victims to this type of senseless hate.
Earlier that day I posted on Twitter about how I felt America was a violent state and Capitalism and Christianity were the two intertwined in a dance and if you did not dance you were reduced to less-than human.
I read a few post on Twitter and it was business as usual. I blasted Capitalism when one tweet suggested that Capitalism and America were the best things since apple pie. I posed a question, which did not get an answer. What hides in the heart and mind of Americans? The part of America everyone wants to keep quiet. Another nameless and faceless person on Twitter suggested that if one would tell the truth people would unfollow.
Again, evil raised its ugly heard wanting to silence the person who would venture out and speak Truth-To-Power. His tweet did not deter me.
Dwelling deeper into the Culture of America I wondered, well how did those in power grab all the wealth and influence and make millions, no billions off free labor. The bloodshed, thievery, and lies gave those a foothold and they hold their shoes on the necks of Black people,
Take the image of the police officer as he sits on the back of the young Black girl at the #BlackPoolCalamity. It is an image of the law holding down and controling the bodies of Black Life.
As I gave way to these images and words, the pain in my head began to subside. I looked into the very heart of fear and hatred. I let go of the anger and rage that was hidden behind pain for some time. Some of the anger belonged to me, some was part of the collective of fear and terror Black people have felt in response to un-heard-of violence and terror.
The #killingofChurchHouse9 during the #Summerof 2015 was a symbol that appeared and revealed concealed hate and fear that American does not want to talk about, but which kills and produces terror, fear and hopelessness.
Long ago, a person of color did not dare express any anger or rage. If one spoke out, they would be beaten or worse, killed. That fear that was all too real. The Black community has lived with this collective Fear. It is like a Huge Beast holding down the human voice.
Many years of uncovering layer upon layer of dis-ease, I have uncovered many dimensions of my pain and suffering and found my voice. I am able to express my anger as I write and release pent up emotions that were hidden in the lingings of my body.
The image of blood splattered all over the church house floor will never wash clean. Fellow parishners had to witness this scene. It is a part of the collective conssiousness. It is absolute agony eteched on the heart and soul of a people.
I feel a great loss and sense the effects of the festering wounds of racism. It eats the fiber of my being and leav me with reson to speak out. Speaking out heals the wounds of racism and fear that hold the Black Spirit in hostage. It is time to move beyond suffering and fulfill the mission we were came to earth for.
The church members had to face the fact that the victim of the #killingofChurchHouse9 spent their last life of earth in a white-washed violent upheavel. This killing touched millions of people whose emotions were smothered in an air of hate. The Black people of the #killingofChurchHouse9 are forever gone. Their lives will always be a memory and a catalyst for speking out and claiming the dignity of Black Life. This white man took a weapon and pointed it in the faces of black women and men, unloaded the bullets in a hail of racist, white supremacy, and hate. Bullets pierced to the very heart of Humanity. A place-of -worship, a refuge from the brutality of life has been soiled, no longer sacred.
Every day the media blast people with senseless violence until it no longer shocks us. It is a part of the landscape of American Life. This is #killingofChurchHouse9 is an act of evil. There is anger and there is the rage. Our lives do go on. But I want you to take a moment, pause and reflect if this is the America, you want to protect? Is there is a better way that we can live our lives?