Looking back, it’s disturbing how as a young black boy growing up in the hood, you often couldn’t just be yourself without being accosted by those that looked just like you.
The statement above is about selfless sacrifice; service to others.
Scripture says that vengeance is yours, but, to speak freely, I sometimes question the timing of your judgment and your system of justice as a whole because Black people are still experiencing vestigial suffering precipitated by hundreds of years of slavery in addition to the slave codes and Jim Crow laws that proceeded them.
Who do you want to be—the caterpillar or the butterfly?
Were we always like this?
Did the enslaved have agency?
What is the source of true power to create, experience, and live?
Needless to say, but I’ll say it anyway, I’m absolutely proud of him.
Most, if not all, of us are good at esteeming others when they’re on top, but we’re often critical and cruel when they’re at their worst and simply in need of a supporting hand. And that needs to change.