Has someone ever grabbed you? Did it send a shock through your system? This early concept is inspired by a nightmare where some—thing did just that.
…and it didn’t let go until I woke up.
This has been Day 13 of
There are sights and sounds we still can appreciate when it seems like chaos surrounds us. At times this place is in the mind. A memory can take you there if you let it. The present time may seem like harmful forces are seeping in, but I have hope for otherwise.
I have hope because I see it in people everyday still. Humanity can be just as gracious and kind as it is cruel.
Summer sentiments whisper to me through warm wind and paint pictures of days long gone. Sometimes they inspire these.
Is there a mantra you’ve had this summer?
Have a peaceful Sunday!
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July brought in a heat that no one was expecting. I’m not talking about the kind of heat generated by the sun, or the kind manufactured by man, but the kind that seems to take on a life of its own once started.
On July 5th, video circulated the internet of something you may have seen an infinite amount of times portrayed on COPS. An unarmed black man was pinned down to the ground with a knee in his chest. We didn’t have much knowledge on what took place before. What was different this time was the end result. The officer fired into the man’s chest killing him. The officer’s life didn’t appear to be in any danger. He simply could not contain the suspect. That man’s name is Alton Sterling, and his funeral was just last Friday, July 15th.
This is not the first time this has happened. Nor is it the first time there has been evidence of such a thing. Though now, in today’s world of technology, the Average Joe can be a journalist. There was video everywhere and it circulated quickly.
No matter what side of the fence you stand on, there is no denying that black men die at the hands of police at an alarming rate. We can sit here and debate guilt. We can sit here and have a race war.
I’d rather ask you simply this:
If you believe there is corruption and you believe that innocent lives can sometimes be taken by people wearing the good guy suit, then why is it so hard for some to believe this is happening right in front of their faces?
Have we become so caught up in political ideals that we can no longer see right from wrong?
Disturbingly, less than 24 hours later, on July 6th, the world took in more news and video of a senseless killing. This time, from the up-close perspective of the victim’s girlfriend who sat in the car with him as his life slipped away. The video begins with a bleeding Philando Castile, whose arm is visibly swollen from a gunshot wound. His girlfriend is heard pleading with police trying to make sense of why her boyfriend had just been shot if he was complying. As she calmly speaks, perhaps most disturbing of all was the fact that his daughter can be heard in the backseat. Castile slips away on camera, in front of them both. His girlfriend is seen being thrown to the ground and cuffed shortly after. The video was a recording of the FB Live stream his girlfriend sent out during the incident.
The black community will tell you this sort of thing has been going on for centuries. The only difference now is we have video evidence.
I’m going to let that statement sink in for a moment, because it seems not to be with most of the media pitting us against each other.
There is something to be said about racism in this country, and how it seems to be just as alive today as it was back in the days of slavery. Some may not want to accept this, exclaiming “Oh no, but we’ve come so far.” Though, with all of the death, the harsh realities at our feet, and blood in the streets, you simply cannot be blind to it any longer.
Depending on how you view the illustration above you may see sky or ocean; sea or air.
Which do you see?
There are no right or wrong answers. It is all simply a matter of perspective.
Have an insightful Sunday!
You left once before.
My broken bits were left scattered.
Then I saw your true face
—and I was shattered
While creating this, I listened to this: