George Floyd’s death was the straw that broke the camel’s back.  He literally died with a White officer’s knee on his neck as he pleaded for his mother.  I was so sickened by what I saw, I found it difficult to watch.  Yet, I watched.  I saw myself in George Floyd.  I saw my son in George Floyd.  I saw my brothers in George Floyd.  I saw my father in George Floyd.  He is me, and I am him.  On the day of my birth, written in invisible ink on my birth certificate is the word guilty.  I am guilty of being Black.  Although I am viewed as guilty, I am also proud.  I am so proud of my people right now, I find that my words are escaping me.  Sure, there are those who are looting, and I wish it to be known that in no way, shape, or form do I condone that.  However, if you look deeper, you will see something much deeper.  If you look closer, you will see that the real battle is against the institution of racism that seems to be intricately interwoven into just about every aspect of our life.  We are fighting a war that is felt, seen, and denied simultaneously.  A new phrase has been created called anti-racist.  I like it.  It’s trendy.  However, I truly hope that it’s a commitment rather than a trend.  Only time will tell.  This week, I want to write to the many races of people who are marching, protesting, crying, fighting, protecting, and supporting the fight for Black justice, equality, and humanity.  Thank you.  Thank you for stepping out of your comfort zone in order to get a small glimpse into the discomfort of ours.  Thank you for truly committing to the ideals that this Country was “supposed” to be founded on.  Thank you.  It’s easy to charge those who don’t look like you with crimes that they’ve never committed during times like these.  However, I want you to know that I don’t charge you.  Inversely, after this is over, I pray that you aren’t guilty of charging others.  Together, we are changing the World.  Together, we are showing the beauty, power, and overall majesty of unity.  Your children are proud of you.  The Universe is proud of you.  Those who have fallen before their time are proud of you. I hope that you are proud of you.  I am proud of you.  Right now, more than ever, we need love.  More than ever, we need understanding.  More than ever, we need patience.  More than ever, we need peace.  More than ever, we need you.  Stand up.  Silence in the face of injustice makes you just as guilty as the one who actually committed the crime.  Be silent no more!  Be compliant no more!  Be accepting no more!  You see, Black people love their children too.  We miss them when they’re gone, and we cry when they leave.  When the day is long and hard, their laughter is the cure for just about everything.  We have dreams for them that we weren’t quite able to actualize.  We love our children too.  We love our families.  We see ourselves in them.  Our parents and grandparents seem to have the solution to just about every dilemma we could possibly face.  We love our communities too.  We like to turn the music up, dance, eat, drink, and share this beautiful thing called Life together.  We love our traditions too.  I’ve always found it amazing that the people who helped build this Nation are given the shortest month of the year to briefly recognize their contributions.  It’s time that the history books are written with truth rather than fictional interpretations of horrific acts.  It’s time.  America, at this very moment, you are on trial.  You are being charged with crimes against minorities by a jury of your peers.  Justice will be served.  In doing so, I believe that we will hold these truths to be self evident that everyone is created equal…..No More.  No more.  No more….Patrick

As always, this week, please do something for someone other than yourself for no reason at all other than to make their lives better.  While you are out there marching and protesting, please be good to one another.  Please don’t hurt anyone.  Raise your voice because it’s so much stronger than your fist.  Let love lead the way rather than rage.  Just like it takes a village to raise a child, it’s going to take a Nation to protect them.  If you make it to where you’re going, please don’t forget to leave a map for the rest of us.  March on People.  March on…. If you need to talk, I’m here.

One thought on “Guilt.

  1. Aprell June 6, 2020 / 1:58 am

    Powerful! Well said…


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