Hello Everyone,
Did I know the martyr Michael Brown...no Did I have a brother who was gunned down by New Bedford police in the racist state of Massachusetts...yes!
So now becomes the question what are WE going to do about it???
This is one man's journey through a LIFETIME of struggle, not always material but mental and very much so spiritual. Many a nights as a child I can remember wrestling with my spirits over a school girl crush. Losing sleep was not an intelligent thing to do as a boy, but again I was just a boy how else would I learn.
Every Sunday Mom declared that the household go worship "white Jesus." It had to be the most unpleasent time in my childhood. Religion even as a kid seemed so foreign to me-fake. I did what was suggested in church only to find out in the end it did not coincide with the biblical scriptures. So even as a young child I questioned and searched for many answers my family just did not have.
Around this time my taste for politics began to grow. Unfortunately, most of my education came from Caucasians. I virtually had no exposure to who I was and where I originated from. Added to this while I was a newborn my drug addicted mother gave me up for adoption. Mother while she was alive would always break down and cry when she saw me. She died from lymph node cancer in 2009.
My adopted mother was very adamant of me becoming another Caucasion like them. No matter how hard they tried I always felt a deep compasion for my people. My adopted family is a middle class family from New Jersey. I can not remember a time in the past where my parents ever talked about some of our great leaders in order to encourage me, not even MLK. This started to produce a big resentment within me because I felt like I was being intentionally lied too.
Today I know it was more like ignorance more than anything else. But like I said politics began to grab my eye, especially World War 2 the supposed battle between "good and evil." Yet again being lied to by various sources of propaganda like Hollywood, I quickly saw one man's previous struggle was very similar to mine. Also, looking at the Untied State's policy I noticed the hypocritical stance they took on most major issues. Being the all knowing Caucasian every other nation of color must bow...and if you don't well...look what happened to Comrade Qaddafi.
Politically as a people we struggle with trust amongst ourselves, we act like we need the Caucasian to chaperone us...when in truth we need him to leave us alone once and for all!!!! He is not equipped with the knowledge of our ancients, let alone does he have any knowledge of who he is? We are trapped within a few ideologies that's original intent is not to bring forth life but eminent death! A journey of one does not go through the course of the day with out thinking in the company of two.
What is the journey of one man worth?
