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Everyday there is an increasing emotional downward spiral. Another time in which we have to acknowledge that we are Black in America and living in fear. Today I learned that there will be no indictment in the murder of Sandra Bland. In an attempt to block the pain I couldn’t even look directly at the dozens of photos of her face blasted across my social media feeds. I’m in a place where all I can do is deny because to accept means that we are living in a hell that hath no compassion for my kind. It is a racist hell that hath centuries of inbred, reinforced, executed, and lauded racism. Sandra shouldn’t have been pulled over in the first place. Sandra shouldn’t have been arrested. Those are the very basics facts of this situation yet she did and she died and we want to know whodunnit. There should be accountability and someone should pay. Tit for tat!
Texas, California, Florida, Missouri, Oklahoma, New York…it doesn’t matter where we are. It doesn’t matter how we dress or how many degrees we have. None of the trappings can help us escape the freedoms of white men to rape, murder and maim at will.
The process of psyching myself out to interact with the world as a professional is a daunting one. Tonight when I go to sleep I pray for the safety of my people and that we shall rise again. Every brother and sister on every continent, archipelago and island, I pray that the ancestors guide us. So tomorrow when I leave my house, I leave hoping that justice for Sandra comes while I still have breath. Sometimes it feels like the only thing left to do is fight to the death because we have been diplomatic and PC since the 60’s and we are still being killed at the whims of racist white people.
We are living in fear because for some reason it’s hunting season and we are the prey.
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