Don’t forget to rest

God knows I’m feelin just like Boo Boo Davis today.  I’m so tired y’all. These videos of Black men being murdered are, without a doubt, desensitizing to us all.  I feel the need to remind everyone  that Black people are human and feel pain just like all of creation.  I don’t want to see another video shown over and over again in which, a Black body is brutalized.  I’m disgusted that there are those who conveniently continue to pretend that justice is meted out equally in this country.  Because it is not, and it never was.  I’m taking a big break right now.  I write when I’m moved.  I’m meditating frequently and I think my next post will be full of humor.  Laughing, loving, creating, crying and fighting is what we do that we may continue to be.  I hope listening to Boo Boo Davis will be as cathartic for you as it is for me.  Don’t you forget to rest up and come back strong!

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Is the ghost of Cornel West marching for you?

There are many who find Professor Michael Dyson’s article in the New Republic “The Ghost of Cornel West” objectionable for various reasons.  However, I, for the most part, agree with Professor Dyson’s perspectives.   Dr. West’s personal attacks were NEVER necessary.  It is sufficient to question the logic and/or effect of ideology or policy without resorting to calling anyone Uncle Toms etc.  It is well pass due that others in the public eye call Mr. West on his moral crusade, not against the system, but against extraordinarily successful Black people who have the nerve to disagree with West’s approach.
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Though the arc be long…

Justice is truth, that’s all. Stark naked and irrefutable truth.  It is the full picture, not a perspective. That is why we have trials, to hear all perspectives, examine all evidence and decide then, what is most probably just.  That is why history always has the last say.  During the Civil Rights Movement there were many perspectives.  Those who marched, protested and preserved knew that morality and truth were on their sides.  Those who oppressed and opposed were certain God was with them.  Those on the sidelines knew that it would resolve itself somehow.  Meanwhile, it was best to lay low.  History books,with the objectivity that time and space afford, while not perfect, provide the whole story.  No one today would argue who had the moral advantage, except those who have no concern for justice.

“The arc of the moral Universe is long but it bends toward justice.”  It will not be prevented.  Judgement Day will come.  Nothing will matter then except what is the absolute truth.  When all is said and done.  When nothing else can be added nor anything removed.  We will have the absolute.  Every human soul will understand why to do unto others as you would have them do unto you, is not just a commandment but the truth.  No human being is separate from another.  What you do to another you are doing to yourself.  Like Adam and Eve, who did not die immediately after their disobedience but began to die; acts of injustice begin a chain reaction called karma.  The bill immediately comes due though payment seems a long time coming.

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I have a charge to keep

 

 

As a little girl attending church in rural Alabama, I always had an emotional reaction to the hymn A Charge to Keep I Have.

“A charge to keep I have
A God to glorify”

Of course, like most of the other young children, I thought the song began, “Hey Charles!”  Who Charles was I didn’t know and apparently wasn’t too concerned.  Because I never asked any of my elders what he had to do with God or Jesus.  I just knew I loved that hymn.  A deacon would start in a confident, clear and loud voice and the congregation would join in.  Then he would sing/recite another stanza and the congregation would repeat after him in a melody passed down through generations.  My favorite stanza was and still is:

“Oh may in all my powers engage
To do my master’s will”

At the time I thought, “I’m supposed to do what’s right”.  Which meant no sinning.  Except the “I”, I was referring to doesn’t have any power.  This brain and body ain’t never able to do right.  That team is always up to no good to their own detriment.

Consciousness, my spirit, my existence is my power and whatever I focus that consciousness on is effected for good or ill.  My focus should be on what is unseen and not on what is seen.  In other words, I AM should be concerned with nothing save I AM and the rest takes care of itself, including the timing and type of doing.  Seek ye first the kingdom. That is my master’s will.

I have begun, second by second, inch by inch to focus on Spirit more than the material.  In fits and starts mostly and lately, the most amazing things have begun to happen.  My meditations have been powerful.

A meditation session is what started me on this post.  I considered the hymn and I considered those who question why Black people still call themselves Christian, the religion of those who oppressed us; one of the tools used to oppress us.  I think for the first time, I truly gave this some thought.  I believe that the moment the ancestors began to call upon the name of Jesus he became their God.  Period. It had nothing to do with religion. So powerful was their connection to Him that through centuries of subhuman existence the light of their spirits shone brighter than the north star.

The most cursory examination of the African’s journey in modern western civilization reveals miracle after miracle.  It was the ancestor’s steadfast belief that there is power in the name of Jesus  that kept them through generations of lives full of crushing, malignant experiences.  What’s more, they knew that, though their oppressors knew the name; they did not know the man or the nature of His power.  The moment the ancestors claimed Him, He was theirs.  Through the rape, the blood, the sweat, the tears, the art, the songs, the laughter, the marches and the stubborn determination to live anyhow; they called Jesus and He called them His own.

It is this irony more than anything else that gets me each time I give it thought.  The name used as a tool of oppression is the name of the Being the ancestors used as a cornerstone.  They built their futures upon Him and demonstrated not only their humanness but their divinity.  More than their misguided oppressors they revealed themselves as children of God. That focus of will, that. – I AM agreeing with the I AM- began a process.  To this very day it is still operating. So I believe in and I am connected with Jesus, and I remember that I have a charge to keep.

Addition:  I haven’t been having a big prayer and meditation session everyday because of obligations that may take precedence at that time.  But I do try to remember to set my intentions and maintain mindfulness wherever I find myself at that time.  I am not so spiritually minded that I am of no earthly good, so I got work to do.  It’s time to start healing and that begins with honesty about this society and all of its ills.  However, I am grateful for what is and expectant of what is to come.  The children are well.

 

 

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Eenie Meenie Miney Moe

I’ve seen the murder of Walter Scott several times now and since the ebbing of shock and numbness, I’ve developed a chronic case of “the chills.”  You see I had a revelation in the form of seeing the entire incident from Slager’s viewpoint.  The nursery rhyme Eenie Meenie Miney Mo was also sung by racist whites who had no compunction about killing Black people, Black men in particular.  Their version went like this:
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Then they came for me-

Note: Videos appear on the main page only, if on another page, no video.  Sorry I haven’t figured out the cause.

THE DEATH OF ERIC GARNER

THE DEATH OF TAMIR RICE

THE DEATH OF JOHN CRAWFORD

THE DEATH OF WALTER SCOTT

The videos speak for themselves.  I’m sure there are people of every race, religion and cultural background who’ve developed a reason why this would never happen to them.  “I wouldn’t have ran.”  “I would’ve had that tail light fixed.”  “I would’ve obeyed orders more quickly.”  “I’m not Black.”  “I don’t have a criminal record.”   To paraphrase Martin Niemöller :  First they came for the Blacks-  This concerns every American citizen in this country and it needs to be addressed NOW.

Police should be required to wear body cams.  All police cruisers should be required to have dash cams and cams mounted somewhere in the rear of the car.  More importantly, an independent investigation should be automatic after an unarmed citizen is shot by a policeman.  If the findings of the investigation indicate reason for trial, indictment should be automatic.  A grand jury need not decide.  Law and order is the responsibility of both citizens and policemen.  If citizens don’t trust police, there is potential for chaos.

Frankly, at this point, every cop whose reason for shooting an unarmed citizen is, “I feared for my life,” should be relieved of duty.  Cops, like soldiers, are supposed to possess or develop the ability to think clearly under pressure.  In the case of Tamir Rice and John Crawford the policeman did not give themselves time to clearly assess the situation; and the victims surely didn’t have enough time to follow any orders or understand what was happening.  Lives are at stake and yes of course, all lives matter.  It just seems police departments all over the country need to be reminded that ALL includes Black lives.

Every day at 10:00 AM CST I’m going deep into spiritual territory.  Refer to this post and join me if you can. 

The children are well.

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My Sister Friend Should Be Here Any Day Now

Do you have a good friend female folk?  Not a friend you go out to lunch with every now and then or a friend from church.  I’m talking about a sister friend.  You know the friend that knows every bit of your crazy, loves you just the same, hasn’t and wouldn’t tell a soul.  You know the friend that you call at about 1 o’clock in the morning because you are in the middle of the aforementioned crazy.  Like, I don’t know say, calling a man over and over again and seriously considering driving to his place to do a little damage.
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Black Girls Rock! You’ll Live

There has been some manufactured  outrage over the Black Girls Rock movement.  You see the status quo has checks and balances in place to protect our current system from any real change.  Nevertheless, like small drops of water constantly wearing away rock, change is in process.  However, bell hooks is correct, and I’m paraphrasing, the presumption of white supremacy is the guardian, beneficiary and engine of the current world system of political, social and economic power.
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No More Kardashian/ Kanye posts

I THOUGHT ABOUT REMOVING THIS POST, BUT LET IT BE SUFFICIENT TO SAY, THE KARDASHIANS PLAY THE GAME.  WELL.  WHETHER OR NOT YOU CLICK ON STORIES ABOUT THEM IS IMMATERIAL. THEY WILL FIND A WAY TO KEEP A FLOW OF ATTENTIION AND FAME.  AS LONG AS YOU KNOW IT’S A GAME.  BUT BE CLEAR THAT TROLLING BLACK WOMEN IS PART OF THAT AND AT LEAST BE CONSCIOUS OF WHAT YOU GIVE YOUR ENERGY TO.  04/20/15 0153 CST.

 

 

Please DO NOT click on any Kardashian related stories, anywhere.  If for no other reason than you are contributing to the destruction of young minds. I stopped writing stories about them and Kanye for various reasons. But get this, my stories about Kanye and the Kardashians have garnered the most traffic I have ever had on this site.  My post about Black Girls Rock was the last time I will reference a Kardashian or Kanye unless their vampire-like quest for attention steps on some of the baby’s toes.

 

KEEP PRAYING!

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I Am my Father’s Daughter

Casserian Engeri

As I stated in my last two post, I have been meditating, praying, and/or singing each day and I’ve been gaining quite a bit of insight.  There is a bible verse that I have been mulling over, Psalms 37:25 “I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.”  How is that so?  This is not the first time this verse has lodged itself in my craw, so to speak; with all of the poverty in the world and all of the things I suffered as a child while praying for God to deliver me; when I was so hungry that I and my best cousin would go to a neighbor’s house and ask to pick plumbs or borrow some form of food; when I read this verse I wondered.  How?  I love God and I have faith that I am made righteous by the blood of Jesus.  So how could this be so?
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