“Hashtags and tears. That seems to be all we can get for black lives these days.”
It was a hot Summer. Yea, I know every Summer is hot but the summer of my senior year was the hottest ever, and it didn’t have…… Read more “When They Saw Me: Stories of Police Injustice From My Adolescence, Part 4: “Tell or Go to Jail!””
Kids like us are always being profiled for crime, and kids like us never get treated like kids. We aren’t afforded the opportunity to have our parents called before we are apprehended, or a lawyer present before we are interrogated. We don’t get the luxury to just hang out without the suspicion of doing something wrong. We are assumed to be up to no good just for being in certain spaces, even if we had the freedom and right to be there.
“Tron, these police will mess us up… When the police want what they want, they will do anything. They will lie on us. They will lock us…… Read more “When They Saw Me: Stories of Police Injustice from My Adolescence- Part 1: Goddamn Cunningham!”
This not the Spirit of God but the spirit of fear!
If we don’t give our hoods around the world a seat at the table there will not be any real unity within the Diaspora, and consequently no changes to the oppression we face in the world.
“When fear has its fingers on triggers, people die. And before your mind races to picture the guns, not all triggers are attached to weapons.”
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” has to be the single most asked question to kids in school. It’s a loaded question that…… Read more “When They Saw Me: Stories of Police Injustice from My Adolescence Part 3: “You Punks in a Gang?””
“They say the rich die young where I’m from The good die young where I’m from They say the youngins turn guns where I’m from Runnin’ around…… Read more “They Die Yung Where I’m From: My Eulogy for Boo Boo”
It’s natural to be upset. Anger is a natural part of our humanity. Yet when we allow our anger and frustration to classify our brothers and sisters who have differences in opinion, theology, and biblical understanding as something other than children of God, we have missed the mark.
For almost two years my family has lived in a semi-rural city that, according to the most recent demographics, is 59% white, 22% Hispanic, and 11% Black.…… Read more “Our Kids Can’t Really Be Friends: How White Supremacy and Fragility Affect the Relationships of Children.”