What am I doing to change the world?
The brutal deaths of Philando Castile and Alton Sterling both occurred days after our country celebrated it’s biggest summer holiday, the 4th of July. A celebration of freedom and independence. Most of American were on vacation, enjoying family and friends, traveling to popular destinations and surfing social media.
When I saw the Alton shooting on Facebook, I was a bit upset to see another brother shot dead in the streets. The police are at it again, I thought to myself. Then I read that he had a weapon on him and was selling cd’s. Now I’m thinking maybe he was a street hustler and had be doing some dirt, which is why the police harassed him. Not that he deserved to be killed or even harassed, but that maybe he had some bad karma coming.
Point is that I found myself a bit numb to the whole thing. I felt disconnected to Alton Sterling and his family. I felt helpless and hopeless, like there was nothing that I could do to make a difference.
Because I believed that there was nothing that I could do to make a difference, I did nothing to make a difference. The only thing I did was talk about it to others and on social media.
Then when I saw the Philando Castile case and something struck a nerve. The difference was Philando was out with his lady and her daughter. I don’t believe he was into any nefarious activities at this time. Also in his case he was complying with the letter of the law and still lost his life.
I started thinking about how could this happen to anyone, not just a black man. What attitudes, beliefs, laws and social constructs need to be present for this type of thing to take place? Why is it that it only happens in this way with the police? Why is it that when the police who kill it’s almost never considered a violation worthy of Imprisonment, yet for citizens this same behavior would definitely warrant jail time? Why are the police so afraid of black people? Why hasn’t the federal government considered getting involved? Is the media playing these stories up? What the fuck is going on? And most of all what am I going to do about it?
The last question is the one that hit home the most. What am I going to do about it? “Mr. Change the world” can’t sit on the slides of the world series of systematic genocide and just enjoy the show.
So why am I not in the Game? Because I have stuff to do. I have to work, because I got bills, debts and I’m addicted to many things that cost money. Things like fancy cell phones, electronics, nice shoes, clothes, music and movies, just to name a few.
Once I get out of debt, get a little nest egg of cash in the bank and fill my house up with a lots of stuff to distract me from reality, then I might be ready to get into activism of some sort. Then I might have the leisure time required to get involved enough to make a difference.
Maybe I’ll get involved when my cousin, brother or best friend gets shot. Then I’ll be ready because I’m close to the victim. I’m sure that would raise my level of compassion to a point where I would support my brothers.
Maybe I will never do a damn thing because the truth is, I’m scared. I’m scared of the police and the government. I have never had a great experience with the law. I have had a few good experiences and plenty of horrible ones. I suffer from LEEPTSD, Law Enforcement Encounter Post Stress Traumatic Disorder. For Real!
I see the police and I experience anxiety, I get nervous and sometimes confused. I try to adjust my behavior, as to not draw attention to myself. I believe being black is strike one and being male is strike two. So it’s real easy for me to strike out and get flagged as a perp in the mind of a white officer.
My LEEPSTD keeps me from speaking out against injustice. Fearing that doing so would put me on the FBI’s watch list, therefore ruining my life forever. If I speak out, I will be persecuted, ostracized, label as an angry black man or troublemaker.
I do nothing, and I make excuses based on fear. That’s not who I want to be and that’s not who I say I am.
I am someone who wants to change the world for the better. I am someone that has the power to make a difference. I am someone that has tremendous compassion for my fellow human. I am Philando Castile and I am Alton Sterling.
I’m going to do something.
Tired of getting beat up by love?
Then let it go. Consider it a Love TKO.
Those are the words of Teddy Pendergrass. No truer words were ever spoken about relationships gone bad. “Let it Go”. Take the ass whopping and keep it moving. Don’t hang around and keep taking the beatings. If you do, then maybe your more broken the person committing the abuse.
No one would attempt to drive a car with three flat tires, because they know that such a car wouldn’t go anywhere. Yet many people try to drive a relationship that has three, something four flat tires.
A relationship that is totally broken down and going nowhere. When all the air and all of the love has been let out of the relationship, it will be flat lined, dead,then its time to scrap it.
There are some cases that might be worth saving and other that should be exited with the speed of a gazelle running for it’s life. Love isn’t supposed to be painful. People don’t have to hurt each other in the name of love, that is a choice that is consciously made.
Considering that there are so many ways to love someone in moments of stress and strife, resorting to abuse is the cowardly way. Abuse of any form is the lowest form of communication, it’ barbaric and in humane. Physical abuse is the worst of all.
If your being knocked out by love, that isn’t love, that’s something else and you are calling it love. Love don’t love nobody and love don’t hurt nobody.
Don’t blame love for your bad judgement.
Money can’t fix a broken heart. It seem like most people in America believe the money, above all other things, will make the biggest difference in their lives.The “American Dream” is based upon having more money than one needs.
Yes, Money can patch up holes in your house. Money can also easily fix a hole in your car, but no amount of money can fix a hole in your heart.
Yes, Money does bring comfort and a false sense of security, but money doesn’t create happiness and peace.
Money isn’t real.
If all money in the world disappeared today, only humans would be impacted. The rest of the living creatures of the world would be just fine.This is because humans have been conditioned to believe that money is needed to survive.
When you’re laid up in the hospital, your bank account won’t come visit you.Nurture your relationship, love people, not money.
We all make bad choices; some of us make more than others.
Bad choices make great stories and yield life lessons.
What’s worst than making a lousy choice? Staying in it longer than necessary.
If you get into a dissatisfactory relationship, how long you stay in it is more impactful to your life than the fact that you got in it in the first place.
The next time you make a poor choice, learn your lesson and move on.
Don’t waste time trying to turn a moth into a butterfly.
At what point do you jump off of a sinking ship? There is an old custom of the captain going down with the ship. I actually get it. It speaks to the captains commitment to his crew and the ship.
As a leader I believe I should “Take one for the team”. There is also a line where my self preservation genes kick in and I start swimming for the shore.
I have noticed that many people stay on sinking ships until the water is up to their nose. Most of the time these people aren’t the captain of these ships, yet they remain until their demise.
What’s more alarming is that these individuals are extremely apathetic towards their situation. Not only are they choosing to stay on the sinking ship, they most often deny that the ship is sinking, or even worse, just don’t give a damn.
I see this phenomena in romantic relationships all the time. Some people will stay in abusive, unhealthy, dysfunctional, or unhappy relationships and do little to nothing to make them better.
The just sit there like Leonardo Dicaprio in the final scene of the Titanic, accepting there downfall as if they have no option.
As long as one can breath and think, there are options. I’m here to tell you that the pain and fear of jumping ship from an atrocious relationship, is always less than the pain and suffering of staying and drowning to death.
If your relationship is sinking, do all that you can to repair it before you jump ship.
Swim to shore, live to love another day.