Comply and die. Resist arrest and die. Complicated, isn’t it? The relationship between much of Black America v. the current justice system and especially law enforcement is complicated. So much so, that it’s left many people divided on this controversial yet current issue. As a black woman, I’m very much aware of the hate, prejudice, racism, and police brutality that currently continues in our society, no matter how much some non-minorities express that it doesn’t and quickly dismiss that race and racism are often “exaggerated”, or that the Black Lives Matter movement is non-inclusive, which couldn’t be further from the truth. For the record, the Black Lives Matter movement doesn’t indicate that other lives don’t. Of course all lives matter. It’s crazy how that gets twisted. I didn’t realize how bad things were until July 2013, when George Zimmerman was found not guilty of the murder of 17-year-old teen, Trayvon Martin. Even more tragic than the murder and dismissal of that case, were the shameful and disgusting things I saw flooding my social media newsfeed following the verdict. I couldn’t believe some of the posts I saw, some, even celebrating Trayvon’s murderer being found not guilty. How sick and disrespectful is that? He was somebody’s child. Racism and hate have been very much alive for awhile, and unfortunately, when a black man (or black woman) is killed or roughed up by the police, some people feel as if the victims deserved it. Or it was an accident. Or a misunderstanding. And I’ve grown to realize that this race thing is something that some people aren’t able to ever understand. Again, it’s complicated. While I consider myself a law-abiding citizen, I'd be lying if I denied the anxiousness that’s poured over me during moments I’ve been in traffic and a cop was right behind me or pulling over another person of color. As a Christian, I know God has not given us a spirit of fear (2 Timothy 1:7) but when it appeared that it was open season on black people, the fear felt justified. I understand that law enforcement and the justice system are in place to both protect and serve us all, but, many people still remain distrustful and fearful. And the distrust and fears are valid. The body count of deceased black lives was growing: Trayvon Martin, Philando Castile, Alton Sterling, Tamir Rice, Michael Brown, Eric Garner, Oscar Grant and many, many more. While the media, public, and others are mourning, protesting, and looking for justice, you can always count on groups of supporters siding with the majority who are in the wrong. And should these things continue to happen? You can bet all hell will break loose in public and on social media, lit with disputes, debates, and straight up hate. Some people are dismissive, implying blacks or anyone else doesn’t have a right to be upset or to have an opinion on the subject. We’re all entitled to our own opinions, but it’s important to be respectful and at least hear each other out. I’m the kind of person that aims to understand someone else, even if I disagree with them or their actions. Although flawed, I still believe in the justice system and I believe there are honorable police officers who live by the oath of honor, and truly embody what it means to protect and serve the people. There are men and women out there in uniform sacrificing their lives each and every day to make sure the rest of us are safe. Police officers are people too, with parents, husbands, wives, and children who they want to make it home alive to see as well. I do recognize and respect that. Those lives matter too. However, will a fully trustworthy relationship between Black America, the police, and a flimsy justice system ever be completely restored? That remains to be seen. I’ve been reading The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas that tells a thought-provoking story about some of what I’ve shared here. And I was excited to see there’s a film coming out this upcoming fall based on this timely and very important story. See the trailer here. That Hate U Give was a popular saying publicized and tattooed as, Thug Life, on the late and legendary rapper, Tupac Shakur. It has an important meaning behind it that you can read more about here. Stay woke.
About a year ago, I had a dream my dad wanted to talk to our family about something serious. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to discuss, but I knew it was something I needed to prepare myself for. Around the time after I had this dream, I remember stopping by my parents place and sensing something was going on that they weren’t telling me. I tried to dismiss what I’d been feeling, but I couldn’t shake it. Something serious was happening. As I returned to my home after visiting them one day, I was in my kitchen washing dishes when a heaviness hit my heart like nothing I’d ever felt before. Something’s wrong with dad. That’s what that dream was about. God, what’s going on? As I continued washing dishes, I started crying and praying. Then in mid-spring, my dad held an unexpected family meeting that would change all our lives forever. He hesitated at first, and as his voice started cracking and he started crying, he said, “Well, I wanted to talk to ya’ll to tell you that I have kidney disea...