Do our lives matter?! I find myself asking this question of our country in the light of the recent Mike Brown verdict. And with all this history of Blacks being killed by cops.
And what’s sad is I could make a list of the cases I’ve heard and go on…and on…and on…and on…and at what point do we say STOP. At what point is anything going to change?
I shared this poem with one of my writing circles today and it just rings so true. Now can be then. Our ancestors might as well be us. Have we made any progress? No. Think about it. Seriously. I know things are different. But is it progress? Because honestly it seems at times like we haven’t actually gone anywhere. Like we’re just spinning our wheels roaming in circles and cycles having one thing happen and then another…it’s time to fight back.
I realize this post is a deviation from the usual Pens Up theme of inspirational words but, well, I can’t be inspirational all the time. Sometimes I’m just angry. Sometimes maybe we should all be angry.
So if you think a black man can NOT be killed like this, and it is NOT ok and should NOT be normal and canNOT possibly be justified. Take a stand and join us in union square!
5pm @ Union Square
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