Without question, the current plight of the
African-Americans being subjected to unjustifiable violence by those in
authority is both frightening and infuriating. My voice joins in harmony with
those who cry out for much-needed and much-deserved justice within the
African-American community. However, the
truth is that it saddens me to see us shinning the judicial light on the
killings of unarmed blacks around the country without simultaneously exercising
the discipline to hold ourselves accountable for the violence that we inflict
on one another. I greatly admire the unity of all the movements that are
standing united to fight against injustice, but that doesn’t excuse the fact
that we must clean our own houses first.
As a people, we would more powerful if we were able to stop killing each other. Black-on-black crime is still destroying cities throughout America. The Black Lives Matter movement has become a powerful vehicle to give a voice and platform to the black community. In turn, we once again have the opportunity to show the same fortitude that our forefathers did in fighting racial injustice and the ability to stand united as a wall. However, the senseless killing of one another destroys this vehicle and weakens the wall that so much time has went into building.
How many people in their right mind would build a nice house just to destroy it? Not too many. The Black Lives Movement is a beautiful house. I deeply admire and respect the cause--but as we kill each other over pennies or a small word, it's like throwing a bomb into you own house. We protest together one minute, but seconds later we take each other’s life.
On July 4, 2016 62 blacks were killed in Chicago, IL and we didn’t march, we didn’t protest, we didn’t flood the streets begging for social change. We are protest the killings of our brothers and sisters by police (which we should), but we should also be protesting the killings of our brothers and sisters by our brothers and sisters.
As a people, we would more powerful if we were able to stop killing each other. Black-on-black crime is still destroying cities throughout America. The Black Lives Matter movement has become a powerful vehicle to give a voice and platform to the black community. In turn, we once again have the opportunity to show the same fortitude that our forefathers did in fighting racial injustice and the ability to stand united as a wall. However, the senseless killing of one another destroys this vehicle and weakens the wall that so much time has went into building.
How many people in their right mind would build a nice house just to destroy it? Not too many. The Black Lives Movement is a beautiful house. I deeply admire and respect the cause--but as we kill each other over pennies or a small word, it's like throwing a bomb into you own house. We protest together one minute, but seconds later we take each other’s life.
On July 4, 2016 62 blacks were killed in Chicago, IL and we didn’t march, we didn’t protest, we didn’t flood the streets begging for social change. We are protest the killings of our brothers and sisters by police (which we should), but we should also be protesting the killings of our brothers and sisters by our brothers and sisters.
We protest the killing of brothers by
police, but when will we address the needless killings within our own
neighborhoods and by our own children that are eating away the very foundation
of the structure that has been established to combat the brutality and
injustice treatment of blacks? Every black life that is senselessly lost is a
voice that has been silenced. A voice that will never have the chance to chant the
powerful words of the movement that has gained so much attention. A movement,
that with any hope and strategic execution, will help make the world a better
place.
I've seen a lot of bloodshed in my lifetime and as I watch the news reports day after day, I wonder when will we begin to value our fellow man. The same man that lives on our block, that same man that once stood united with us, the brother that prayed with you, the brother that ate with you, the brother got turnt with you, and the same brother that if he's killed unjustly then we will unite is his name...
Why does it take death to see the worth in our brother? Too many of us are desensitized to blacks killing blacks and yet are outraged when they die at the hands of white police officers. A question that I would like to pose is how do we address and resolve this problem that is undermining our spirit of unity within the black community? The bottom line is that we can’t afford to ignore black suicide—blacks killing blacks; but rant about blacks being murdered. It defeats the cause. There’s no need for black genocide, when as a people we do the work for them by killing ourselves every day.
I've seen a lot of bloodshed in my lifetime and as I watch the news reports day after day, I wonder when will we begin to value our fellow man. The same man that lives on our block, that same man that once stood united with us, the brother that prayed with you, the brother that ate with you, the brother got turnt with you, and the same brother that if he's killed unjustly then we will unite is his name...
Why does it take death to see the worth in our brother? Too many of us are desensitized to blacks killing blacks and yet are outraged when they die at the hands of white police officers. A question that I would like to pose is how do we address and resolve this problem that is undermining our spirit of unity within the black community? The bottom line is that we can’t afford to ignore black suicide—blacks killing blacks; but rant about blacks being murdered. It defeats the cause. There’s no need for black genocide, when as a people we do the work for them by killing ourselves every day.
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