Let's Bury Evil

Let's Bury Evil


We live in a time of great technology, we are connected with family and friends, by a push of a button. Yet we don’t spend time sitting with our family and breaking bread together.   Talking and getting to know each other, to share our lives. We see each other in passing, rushing here and there. We set our GPS to take the shortest route. But the short route may not  be the right path through this maze of life.  The earth rotates around the sun at a speed of one thousand thirty seven and one third miles per hour, and we are trying to keep up with it. No one has time to stop and smell the shit growing around us, infecting us with the stink of iniquity. Some of us have learned the hard way that there aren’t any short cuts, whatever we achieve in life we must work for. In the long run we will reap the benefits of our hard work. We get out of life what we put in. Some of us  try to share this piece of wisdom with our techno kids, but they don’t hear us. No one, takes time to hear what anyone has to say because everyone has  the answers, they don’t need directions, they know where they’re going. Hey they have a GPS guiding them through life. Pop the ear buds in our ears, turn up the volume on our Ipod and go.  Oblivious to everything around us, we walk when the light flashes  and warns us not to. Ignoring the devastation around us and the lives being destroyed.

Parents work hard to provide the necessities of living, such as food, clothing and shelter. By the time they get home in the evening cook, clean and feed the children they are tired. If  it’s a one parent household the work is doubled. There are some parents who are strung out on drugs, alcohol or just chasing a dream they gave up when they became a teenage parent.  So the television is telling lies to our vision and raise our children. Feeding our children violence, glorifying crime, scams and murder. Who is teaching  love, respect and how to live in harmony?

Forty Four years ago, Martin Luther King Jr. gave his life, just as Jesus did. (I am not calling MLK Jesus only comparing.) Jesus died to save the souls of humanity and Dr. King gave his life in hopes to save humanity.
 
The lives of black men, woman and children were once enslaved, treated inferior. Their lives were less important than show horses. We were separated from our families, our children were snatched from their mother’s arms. We were beaten, raped and hung without remorse.

There were many  people who saw the evilness at hand and slavery was abolished.  But discrimination continued with Jim Crow and the segregation of black people. We were accused for crimes without evidence, the scales of justice was not balanced and  fair trails were not given.  So many blacks were imprisoned or executed unjustly. The only work  most could get was as servants and labors. They had to use separate bathrooms, water fountains and had to sit on the back of the bus, and were treated as sub-human. We all know this, right? You wouldn't think so.

The protesting started, blacks as well as whites marched, rallied and participated in sit-ins. There were beatings, attacks by dogs, and arrests. Leaders who preached for equality were slaughter. They were degraded, abused tortured, hung and left swinging on trees. Our ancestors were trying to make a way for our future. I remember as a child chanting ,“I’m black and I’m proud“, and singing, “we shall over come, someday.” You would think in two thousand and twelve, it would be "some day."

Our children say they aren’t black they’re brown. They call themselves African American. I don’t call myself that. I am a black woman, I am American. Do we call white people European American? They came to this country to escape  tyranny. No they are Americans, period. We all have come a long way, many black people are doctors, lawyers, entrepreneurs we even have a black man as president. Who would of thunk it? And many white people have finally accepted black people as equal. Our races have intermingled and created  multiracial homes. With this said, why is there so much  evil in this world?

I weep for this generation, for they have not an inkling of what they do. They don’t realize what the pioneers did to achieve this freedom we should be enjoying today. Not taking it for granted.

The democrats vs. the republicans, the tea party vs. the black long island ice tea party. What happen to the human party. To build a society where everyone is equal and entitled to love, peace and happiness, in the pursuit of the American dream? Why are we hurting and killing each other.

When I wake in the mornings, I feel the pain of the human race. There is destruction at every level, war to exhibit power. To show off defense strategies, but it is the young men and woman whose blood soak the soils of foreign lands, and come home broken physically and mentally. There’s no work for them, inferior medical care. They give their lives for this country and what do they get?

They come home to a world where immorality rules.  Little babies brutally abused, raped and murdered. Children carrying guns, using guns and killing with out remorse. It’s about  respect they believe. Why is this generation living in a world of violence?

Territory? A piece of property that they don’t own? For wearing a color on the wrong side of town? Our children are attacked for the little they have, for the things their parents have worked hard and sacrificed to give to their child.  They are attacked for saying the wrong thing, in front of the wrong person, at the wrong time. 

Drugs are being sold to mothers who have hungry babies at home. Then these children  grow a little and are lured into the life of street pharmaceutical, wooed by the glitter and money. They have no respect for their junkie mother, so why would anyone expect them to have respect for anyone else. But they do respect the drug dealer. They fear the gangster intimidation the repercussion for disloyalty.

Guns are everywhere. Every morning I read about a life being taken by a wayward bullet. Every night I lay may head to rest and hear shots ring, in this, so called good neighborhood I live in. Husbands killing wives and children. Mothers killing the children and themselves. Parents killing their babies. Boyfriends kill girlfriends. Children killing parents and on and on, over and over, day and night.

WHAT THE HELL  IS GOING ON? Is this Satan’s playground?
 
Is the worth of human life so inexpensive that their blood is spilled and washed away without a thought.  Where is the conscious of these babies that kill? Where are the mothers, the fathers? Why are we killing our children?

Respect! Respect appears to be of higher value then individual lives. But the respect is distorted. Look at a person wrong, you disrespected them. Accidentally stumble and step on someone’s kicks, you disrespected them.  Wear the wrong color in the wrong neighborhood, you’re disrespecting. The list goes on and on and these gangsters with baby faces takes the life of the person who disrespects them and goes to jail for murder and is confined to a 8 x 10 cell for the duration of their lives. At 16, 17, even 20 years old the time would be over 40 years. They will be incarcerated longer then they were free. Caged like an untamed animal, unless they die for  disrespecting someone in the penitentiary.

Is it worth it?  The soldiers who fought and died for equality must be turning in their graves. America has come so far, yet it’s children are lost and dying. What will it take to grow some kindness? To learn respect for human life, to learn to speak to each other with respect. A respect  that is earned, not taken. When I was a kid we use to say sticks and stones may break my bones, but name and face never hurt. You don’t lose  respect to if you walk away from confrontation.

In nineteen ninety two, after Rodney King was beaten by the police, after the riots and fighting occurred on the streets of LA, he asked, “Can’t we all just get along?” Thirty four years earlier, the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King said, “I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit together at the table of brotherhood.”

“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.”

It is sad that we are killing our brothers, and the content of our character is embarrassing.

Lets wake up and live the dream.

I read the following on Facebook, I think it fits right in.

An old Cherokee told his grandson, “My son, there is a battle between two wolves inside us all. One is Evil, it is anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, inferiority, lies and ego. The other is good, it is joy, peace, love hope, humility, kindness, empathy and truth.

The boy thought about it and said, “ Grandfather, which wolf wins?”

The old man quietly replied, “the one you feed.”
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Hasn’t there been enough pain, suffering and blood shed. No one wins in war,  no one wins when a life is stolen.  Let us starve evil and nourish good.   Let us see ourselves in each other and let us all pray for world peace.