Let’s chat for a few
minutes and open up some dialogue on a much needed subject. There has been a
huge amount of chatter on the topics of “Black lives matter”, “White lives
matter”, Blue lives matter” and so on and so on. As I’ve pondered on the phrase
“Black lives matter”, I’m left speechless because if I have to hold up a sign
that states my life matters as an African American, something is wrong. In the
process of holding up a sign, stating that my life matters, am I trying to
convince myself that my existence counts? Am I trying to convince others that
my life matters? Could it be possible
that by holding up a sign stating that my life matters, gives the world a new
revelation of my existence?
What am I getting at? Well to
properly express my message, I will need to give an analogy. Let’s say that I
have a little sister and everyday people in our neighborhood hear me calling my
sister names such as; bitch, ho, slut, hoodrat, and crackhead. But not only do
I ridicule her with a verbal onslaught; I’m seen slapping her, kicking her and
forcing her to perform sexual acts with various family members. After some
time, the same onlookers who saw me treat my sister with total contempt, start
to treat her the same way; from calling her derogatory names to gang raping her
in the street. Should it come as a surprise that people who aren’t related to
my sister are dogging her, raping her and treating her with no respect?
You can chop it up a
hundred different ways but that fact is, How we treat each other is a more
powerful sign than the one you’re holding in your hands.
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