We Are Still Here

My race has endured a tremendous prejudice from the day Africa was discovered as the birthplace of humanity; we have suffered the lost of more lives than any other race as well! Hear our tribulations and afflictions documented here...

Unlike the Jews, our history is hidden... the terror that saw Leopold II murder and maim over ten million Congolese, the hundreds of thousands of us whose souls littered the oceanic trail of tears to America's shores, the 'low-hanging fruit stifling the sweet smell of magnolias... but we are here!

The year 1619, marks the beginning of our enslavement at the hands of America's Puritan ancestors! Our lineage obliviated through the degradation and manipulation of our gene pool... witness the 'good Christians' watching from their perches upon high. We are tainted, but we are still here!

My race has given far more good than the evil we have received in kind... oppression, persecution, and genocide mark our way of life, the beautiful melatonin gracing our skin entraps, stymies our path to freedom making painful to bear the disparate yoke, but we are still here!

We believe the writings from the Book of Guidance, the Tabloids of Moses written by His hand. For 400 hundreds years we have wandered this land, faithfully seeking the 'promise land'! Our burden, though enduring to such lost souls denotes with clarity... we are of Earth everlasting! Our blood transitions the bodies of humanity and so, we are still here!

Glory be to the Father of us all without whom we would surely have fallen! I write these words in commemoration of my Mother's mother's mother's mother's strength of character as embodied in hue of our complexion, and to the two women I believe to be the pillars of strength in my life... my Wife and my youngest daughter.

Silence is not Golden

In this month, America celebrates Black History. I really have faith that the races will one day have harmony - I hope for it with all of my might, however; my faith is continuously tested by the things that I see, hear, read, and sense. At times, I am so disappointed by the things I read and hear. The media, being what it is, allows so much unfiltered hatred to vent through the airwaves that is impossible to not hear and feel it.

I despair that even, with a Black man as President of these United States, nothing has really changed when viewed through the eyes of a Black man. We still are the last hired and first fired with the unemployment percentages reflecting the reality of life if you are Black. How can there be change for all of us if it is selective in nature. How is it done; who permits it to happen; and yet, no one knows? The more I fight it through my blog, over twitter and Facebook, the more that it flourishes.

I am happy that I live here in Mexico, but sadden that my reasons are nurtured by the fear of a great of racism, and the offshoots of this racism, that is inspired to grow because of the current environment in America. Where else can peoples of thought that are contrary to the well-being of us all shout negativism, broadcast hatred, and form militias based upon creeds that support the supremacy of one race over all others – all of which is ‘allowed’.

Why does the silent majority always ignore the obvious until it is too late? What goes through the mind of a man whose stomach is sicken by these acts and yet he aspires never to intervene on the behalf of what is right?

It is a crime to foster an atmosphere of racism, desecrate by name and deed another person or group, but we see it occur every day with increased frequency and viciousness. The dragging of a human being’s body at the end of a truck until it is unrecognizable simply because of his sexual preferences. The disenfranchising of a class of people because of greed, the denial of opportunities to better ones self because of selective indifferences; these are all forms of racism occurring with each tick of the clock and few join with a concerted effort to enforce the laws that would restrict such behavior.

In a democracy, silence is not golden; it is condonance in the face of injustices; it is fear, where the thought of reprisal fosters control – Rodney A. Davis