Imagine you are a child living in a little one room shack. It is night, and the only light you see is the moonlight coming through the window. You hear you mom and dad. Mom is crying, and Dad is scared because these people are coming to the house to kill him. There is no place nor no one for him to go to. You hear a lot noise outside. Then you see lots of light and hear a voice say, “Nigger come out!” Your mom begs your dad not to go, then a voice says, “If you don’t come out, we will burn the house down.”
We need to think about all of those that have gone before us, in hope that one day somebody will stand up for them and for all the blood that was shed in the Mississippi mud, the Georgia red clay, Alabama, Florida, and all over the US. What about those that were lying in that dark ship so close to each other they could not move or turn over for that long trip from home to hell? There was no one to turn to.
Your dad looks over at you and your other brothers and sisters. He looks you in your eyes, and you see the fear in his eyes. He knows he is going to die. You are the oldest, and he knows you will understand because when you and he were alone hunting or fishing, he had told you that one day this might happen. That look that you see is him telling you, “Son, one day you or your sons, please defend your dad for what they are going to do to me and what they have done to so many more.”
Your dad walks outside in hope that they will make it quick. The only thing is these people do not want it quick. The slower you die the better it makes them feel. They come into the house and get you and your other brothers so this can be a lesson. Just as you look, your dad looks around, and his eyes lock on you for one last time hoping you will get a chance one day to pay back for what is going to happen to him. Then you see them put a rope around him and pull him away. For a very long time you can hear the scream of his voice in your head as you see the arms and legs come off his body. When they are finished with your dad, some of the men come into the house and rape your mom and your sisters and leave.
We need to think about all of those that have gone before us, in hope that one day somebody will stand up for them and for all the blood that was shed in the Mississippi mud, the Georgia red clay, Alabama, Florida, and all over the US. What about those that were lying in that dark ship so close to each other they could not move or turn over for that long trip from home to hell? There was no one to turn to.
Deal with it
There was only hope that one day these people will pay for what they were doing. No, but you do not want to think about those things because they are old. Those old things are in your blood. That pain and that fear is in you, and you must face it. If not today, tomorrow it is going to show up in your kids your grandkids. Somewhere it will come out. You can be the one to stop this pain in your bloodline only by admitting it happened, being willing to face it, and dealing with what happened to our people.
We must forgive ourselves for letting this happen to us. We must forgive those that did this to us. If you take a look at your self, you will find you are a new people. We were once a powerful people, but we started serving other gods instead the living God that is within us. We were told that this was going to happen to us. The seer of old said people were coming with smoking sticks and would take us a way in chains where we would be made to serve in a land not of our own for four hundred years. Everything was taken from us. We became a new people. We are not who we were in the days of old. It was said that God will redeem His people. He will bring us back to where we belonged standing next to Him. This should be taught in the churches, in the schools, and at home not only during black history month, but this should be taught twenty-four seven.
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