Please understand, the treat lies within the trick of the fallen one, turn away! That is, the reaping or treatment from what is sown in ignorance (without repentance), will undoubtedly reveal itself most unfavorable. As a result, the old cliche/proverb which mentioned “speak no evil, hear no evil, and see no evil” is rendered void, being it’s fallen by one – over time. Thereby, beckoning with question, what will you do upon knowing the good from what was lost? For the revealing is now upon us, and the need of your brethren is at hand! Trust not your senses, for your feelings are fickle, overwhelmed with clutter. Trust not your tongue, paralyzed in anger drought of salt, spewing nothing more than the dust from which it came. Ultimately, you will stand upon the threshold of your purpose, allowing your relevance to be revealed. Moreover, being you’ve acknowledged with your mouth, by way of the Holy Spirit, and not the physical sense, that “faith without works is dead,” you should be well prepared with good offering, when the humbled hands of need reach out to you. Thus, Know – good.
Think About It.
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*Per my wife, I’d like to share a little something about the way I write. Please know, my writing isn’t to persuade, but rather make way of truth, and self-reflection. It’s not meant to make a statement or prove a point, nor embellish oneself. And for the love of goodness, it’s not to teach or preach at you but rather, grow that something special which is already within you. As such, I’m sowing the seeds which in turn will one day assist in the healing of a broken mind. So, if one cannot figure out what I’m saying in the present, it’s fine, just keep on living, for I write for future.
Also, a friend of mine recently said, “Reginald, why can’t you just write what you’re trying to say in plain and simple words. This way more people can relate, and understand what you’re saying? Here’s why.
First, because I write within the influence of the Holy Spirit. Can you imagine interrupting someone authentically speaking in tongues at a revival, at church or in praise of a quickened miracle, and say “wait, wait, wait, hold up, stop for a minute! Can you please, slow down and explain the words that are coming out of your mouth, in layman’s terms, because on behalf of the congregation and I, WE DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOUR’E SAYING!?
Secondly, words of wisdom are meant to empower the mind, heal the body, and strengthen the spirit, not to entertain, pacify or negatively lead astray. That is, caring, loving, and purposeful words are spoken to dig deep, make well, and keep fertile the soil of one’s temple. In this, the fruition of fruit shall be evident upon the anointing.
And lastly, not everyone is on the same level! For instance, the title of my last short story was called “That Little Dam Voice,” (representing the wall or in my case a dam, which was created within the darkness of personal mindset. Hence, the result of discrimination, fear, and self-doubt. That is, until one day, that little “dam” voice spoke so loudly, it broke through the barriers, and allowed the embedment of God’s purpose for my life to flow!) But, taking a step or two back, wouldn’t you know it, people in multitudes came out in comments “oh no! You spelled the word damn wrong, just letting you know, Love you! Of course, I wasn’t surprised, no one wants to read anything lasting more than a sixty second read, especially if it doesn’t start with “BREAKING NEWS!” Just understand, words speak to the level of one’s personal experience. In other words, you can’t say “I understand your pain,” to a person who’s going through a pain you’ve never experienced first-hand, no more than I can “show” someone the images of my life after death experience, but to the least I can write about it, ensuring that one day someone struggling through the trauma can benefit in confirmation.
That being said, thanks to all who’s loving enough to correct, critique, and converse. If any are confused, just let the words flow (whether in one ear, and out the other), trust; words will do exactly what they were meant to do, prick the soul upon the growth of purpose.
Reginald O’Neal Gibson
Who are you?
Without the title.
Without the politics.
Without any degrees.
Without the bandwagon.
Without the fair-weather comments.
Without the self-idealized proclamation.
Without the paid or absent-minded followers on social media.
Without the pseudo friends, ride or lie entourage, and media influenced propaganda-hater squad.
Truly, who are you?
Without being told.
Without the online presence.
Without being plagued by self-persecution.
Without the suit, name brands, and fancy items.
Without the guns, tactical gear, and massive insecurity complexes overshadowing your incompetence.
Who are you, really?! There’s no one else around but I, which is you, shackled behind the dam of your mind, whispering upon your slumber.
If you can’t answer this in complete, irrefutable confidence, it’s because you know NOT who you are, for you have forgotten! e.g. defaulting in the multitude with the others lost, within their created purposes. This, no doubt because you’ve given so much of yourself, per the accordance of being accepted, seen, proven or acknowledged, which inevitably renders you consciously insufficient. Not to forget, an exhausted product of vicarious others who’s told, implemented or shown, either by status, environment or insidious intent, your suggested place per ‘their overall” plot in life.
You know NOT your walk, for the road (that’s been chosen for you, upon your default) is wide with the bumbling’s of others, lost within the boasts of fallacy. As such, undoubtably manipulated time and time again, by the very ones who believe the masses are merely pawns of unknowing descent. Proven evident not by my words, but by the reflective nature of the countless zombified pretentious fools, casting blame on one another!
This entails nothing more than spiritual submission, which in turn enslaves the mindset to that of misguided character. Lastly, to invoke fear, propaganda, and stupefied hope for anyone who know NOT their way, destined purpose or to the least, oneself. In other words, are you who you proclaim to be, or are you the epitome of default, labeled by that which consumes you?
Don’t be fooled, everyone “boasts” as if they truly know, but per their actions displayed, life lived, and repetitive yet senseless chatter; they haven’t the slightest clue, but you, that is I, behind the dam you’ve created, whispers between the clefts of your dreams! Don’t seal me out, hear me, and remember who you are!
From the author,
Just a reminder, I don’t write to entertain, persuade or distract. I write by way of the Holy Spirit as a part of my life’s work to awaken those in search of higher consciousness. As such, I’ll conclude with this . . .
Too many people are guided, trained, and manipulated into being “a part of,” as opposed to achieving “whole being.” Why is this?
Is it because they long to be a part of something much greater than themselves? Which of course is the direct result of their identity being stripped away, then bombarded with images of money, power, and respect, as if that can fill the bottomless pit of their broken temple? Not in the least, and here’s the thing, without identity of self, spiritually, physically, and consciously, human beings will continue to mindlessly roam the earth as nothing more than a herd of sacrificial livestock, duped by the negative powers that be.
And just to be clear, it doesn’t MATTER if you’re black, white, far left, far right or the other. The moment you prescribe to being anything other than your God given-created purpose, you’ve subjectively failed by default. As such, only the knowing of self can save you, but then again, who are you?
Think About it.
Reginald O’Neal Gibson
Only the dead prepares for a war that’s already been won.
Dead in mind, spirit, and faith,
-dead to this world, desolate in disgrace.
They’ve laid waste to future, yet speaks upon yours,
-be careful your walk, their seeds blisters of thorns.
I watch as they scurry, incite, and provoke,
-the game is rigged, next move, next hoax!
Tactical in mindset, yet broken in temple,
-tactless of life, mind set less than simple.
Pray-prayers pray, for they prey on your dreams,
-implode from within, their prayer-practice deems.
Blind eyes, deaf ears, befuddled in fate,
–beware of their walk, for their walk is of hate.
Catch up, slow down, hurry up, I behoove,
–they’ve laid waste to their minds yet walks amongst you.
Think About it.
Reginald O’Neal Gibson
THE DOTTED LINE
Debt is a construct by way of learned behavior and acceptance, both mentally, and socially. Thereby, manifesting into one’s reality. Encompass not a poor mentality, nor the implementation of the social burden mindset, e.g. slave industry, but rather rediscover your created purposes in life. As such, upon the journey of becoming free from whatever ails you, avoid the abysmal trap of spiritual bankruptcy. This is the mindset of abundance, faith, and freedom.
Think About it.
– Reginald O’Neal Gibson
“Thirteen driven by a headless soul, blind as darkness devours them whole. All are enslaved by tyranny and fear, unquenchable in thirst, lusts the eye without tear. Leaders of less, lost lives in legislation, trapped in the ethos of their own damnation. Self-persecution are the seeds they sow, twisted in mind are the weeds they grow. This is not our table, let their crumbs fall, until the ignorance of their ways, encapsulates them all.”
– Reginald O’Neal Gibson
Let this image sink in for five seconds. One, two, three, four, and five. Ok, remember the mental image you’ve created upon reading the title.
One day Karen, a black man, and a police officer, almost simultaneously walk into a bar that fell from an overhead street sign, ultimately blocking the sidewalk. No one was injured but this large bar was clearly a problem. No worries, a maintenance repairman was immediately notified about the bar falling off its overhead hinges. The only problem was, this guy started up on the opposite pole across the street! Utterly confused, the black man yells “excuse me, this bar over hear is the one that needs repairing!” No response.
Then Karen, the store owner of Karen’s Kinder-Kare, right out of the blue, rushes across the street, and yells “hey nitwit! I’m the one who called you about the fallen bar! Why are you on the opposite side of the street?” Again, the guy gives no answer. By now the police officer walks over, orders the repairman down from the ladder, and says “sir, please remove your ear buds, what’s the problem? The downed bar is on the other side of the street-walk, and its jeopardizing the safety of pedestrians.”
The man replies hilariously, “I know! I was literally just looking at all those idiots, standing around gawking and staring at it! I mean really, get over it!” The officer replied “ok, so you see the issue, go fix the problem, being that’s the immediate matter requiring your attention.” The guy rebuttals, “no can do, officer!”
Now agitated, the officer say’s “and why is that?” The guy’s answer was sarcastically astonishing! He said “well first of all, all bars matter, not just the broken ones, and secondly, I’m just a guy who climbed a ladder to record video for my social-media post, being I thought you were about to arrest that black man for jaywalking! Sorry for the misunderstanding.” -End (intuitive) Joke.
The moral . . .
“Misunderstandings are often fueled, by the images created from biased ideologies.”
So, the question beckons, are you somewhat a little biased? Would someone afflicted, who doesn’t look like you consider your bias, understandings, satire or opinions racist? What image did you give Karen in the title? Was the officer a white male? What face did you give the black man, how was he dressed? How about the nationality of the guy, who climbed the ladder for a social media post?
Think About it.
Reginald O’Neal Gibson
Here’s an incident that happened recently a little more than a month ago. In this, I’m asking you to please, try and absorb the relevance of different people’s perceptions, and apply non-judgmentally when asked to share your thoughts regarding current societal debates. The church I attend was making and sharing bags filled with free treats, and fun projects paired with the blessed teachings of Jesus Christ. This is the hands and feet of Christ’s ministry hard at work during the initial outbreak of the Covid-19 pandemic.
It was a lovely day, and once again our church was going above and beyond, sharing the love and inspiration throughout our community. On this particular day the nice gesture of my church’s diligence, showed up on my doorstep. As the smile grew larger on my face while reaching down to retrieve the bag and treats, I noticed on the box of Hostess Ding Dongs, a note stating “you’ve been Ding-Dong Ditched!” Immediately I took a step back, quickly gauged my neighboring surroundings, and contemplated in confusion while confirming the note. At first I didn’t know what to think, being I was bombarded with the paradox of our church, who’s treated my family and I for the past three years with complete kindness, could possibly have no idea of the history behind Ding Dong Ditch?
So, I quickly closed the door in frustration and left the bag of treats outside. Honestly, I was more offended than scared but after a while I knew my kids were soon to wake, so I recovered the bag, sanitized the box and threw the note away. I was perplexed, do I inform my family of the history of “Ding Dong Ditch” or ignore the message, in hopes that whosoever came up with the idea to include the note, to a family who represents about only 2%, give or take, of our church’s congregation, truly had no knowledge that within the kindness of their act, could be misrepresented as a racist implication.
Now when I say “my, the or our” church I’m speaking in general, being I believe based off the inclusion, peace and joy shared from years of worshipping, my church does not condone any biased disregard for whosoever seeks the teachings of Christ. As for teaching a history lesson, being I’m the head of the house with a Christian background I had to explain the root, as opposed to allowing them to grow in ignorance of a cultural norm that was once and still is painful in the hearts of the oppressed.
Here’s where my earlier plea of wanting people to “absorb the relevance of peoples different perceptions” comes in to play. I believe someone knew, but most didn’t, and as for the one or two that may have known, I’m sure meant no harm. As such, the allowing of said idea wasn’t flagged as an issue because it was never perceived to be a threat within their history. This can explain a lot regarding the current issues plaguing the mindset and voices of today’s heartfelt, but misinformed opinions spoken from the mouths of decent people.
So why now? Why would I bring this up almost two months later? Because not only are we still in the middle of a Covid-19 pandemic, racial injustices continues to rise, protests are ensuing, and whatever else the negative powers to be incites as controversy, is running strategically amuck! As such, the time its now to be of witness and introduce by way of experience thought-provocative/teachable moment, where knowledge needs to be empathetically shared and explained. Moreover, it needs to be impressed upon the mindset of both sides, just because people have a different perspective, doesn’t mean they’re the epitome of evil intent. Thereby, hopefully creating a space where dialogue can enhance worthy conversations, as opposed to the rash (expected) reactions of people angered by fear.
By now if you’re wondering, or at a complete loss of knowledge regarding the history of “Ding Dong Ditch,” Allow me to take you on a brief walk down memory lane per the afflicted. Ding Dong Ditch was once, and still across the country known as “nigger-knocking.” As such, when the Watchmen/Patterrollers (now known as policemen) and the Slave Patrol merged into night vigilantes on horseback (now called the Ku Klux Klan) roamed black neighborhoods at night, they’d knock on doors to perpetuate and incite fear.
Horridly, if or when a black person who’d open their door to investigate the “knock” would either be severely beaten, shot to death or dragged out and lynched. Such is history, right? No. Not for the ones oppressed by the hatred of racism, because for our people it’s still happening! If this surprises you in any way, research the dark history of going on a “pic-nic” or “breaking the buck by white slave masters.” Now, I know most would care less to look up or research what I’ve mentioned, and to that I say to each there own.
Just know, that more and more people are starting to noticed a correlation in others, who only “cherry pick” or is drawn into biased based propaganda, spewed as historical facts, e.g. the watering down and reconstruction of misinformation, geared towards like-minded constituents.
If that’s your sensationalistic fix, so be it, but please don’t be another person standing behind a mask in confidence, while trying to impress your colleagues, friends and family with satire, or cleverly snide remarks regarding racial issues per rebuttal or social media. Not to forget, knowing fully well your ill-equipped, and still personally offended by the hierarchy price tag of an educational system that didn’t truly prepare you for the debate on said topics, but then again if it doesn’t upset, concern or effect your rights, continue to trust your path. Just know that the lack of knowledge, whether historical or spiritual in wisdom, will one day lead you down a road thick with unconscious bias. As such, landing you within a corrupt circle of injustice, regurgitating ignorance viewed as racists remarks, but then again, that’s just a matter of perspective, right?
Think About It.
*Just in case people are “perplexed” regarding how I feel about current racial events, know that per my 50 years of being encompassed within this reality, 45 years of which I’ve been aware, I am not angry. Why? Because my faith is in God almighty. As such, I must forgive, love, respect and speak what has been given unto me e.g. peace, as opposed to fear and angered retaliation. The insidious nature of evil’s intent will not claim what God has embedded in me. That’s my choice and that’s why I choose to perceive, live and achieve in this life the example. May God bless and show you the way to righteousness.
Reginald O’Neal Gibson
Malcolm X had a point (among many) which could have led to an answer, but then there was the distraction.
Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream that would have led to an overall answer, but soon to follow came a distraction.
President John F. Kennedy had a vision that would have developed into a conducive answer, but again came a distraction.
This is not an exhausted list by far, various others were, and are currently on the same track as unity, peace and life, (regardless of sacrifice) but there’s something about those distractions, that proves wickedness comes thy way. I’ve named these three leaders of past, first because their stand for freedom should never be forgotten and secondly, they’ve had the largest impact, change of mindset and range of positive emotions for various ethnic backgrounds in our country.
Their actions, words and mannerisms took form and developed into intricate building blocks so-to-speak, representative of not throwing stones but rather, creating and solidifying a foundation of honor and purpose in which to stand. And not only for Americans, but for other countries around the world to witness and take note that we are a land united “as one.”
As a black man, I want to express in the face of pain and adversity, I’ve chosen to love anyway. I’ve chosen not to reciprocate the hatred that has been bestowed upon me relentlessly throughout my life, but this is not solely about me. It’s about the power within my (our) God given spirit to choose and react differently than what is expected by the opposers who provoke, advocate and hope for negative reactions.
Please know that when a fist is raised in anger, so is the defense of another ready to retaliate. Also, when a voice is raised out of anger, so is the level of another, ultimately creating a chaotic sound so deafening, only rage is interpreted. This should go without saying, fighting fire with fire leads to an even larger, catastrophic fire. In this, whatever started the fire has now develop into a distraction, eventually consuming not only the point or purpose, but the resolve and prevention for present and future understandings. In the end, when there’s nothing else to consume or fuel the ignorance of rage, the fire fades away, leaving no trace of right or wrong but rather the remanence of devastation.
Furthermore, In the face of fear and iniquity, how can one stand firm on the grounds of “an eye for an eye,” yet honestly adhere too “whosoever’s without sin, can cast the first stone?” I know this language may be foreign to some, but others in malicious regard often choose to neglect the wisdom within the passage altogether. Just know that when adversity rears its hateful head, we have a blessed opportunity and responsibility to change the rhetorical madness in and of history, for our children and future generations. Recently I wrote on conditioned fear, as the culprit and weapon of choice for those of dark intentions, now I want to shift focus on distractions.
For the afflicted, yes, we have a right to be offended, afraid and angry. Yes, we have the right to speak up and out, but please know, we live in an aggressive, confrontational world of delusion, fear and injustice. So as a result, if you find yourself screaming aloud, acting out or retaliating because you feel you’ve never had a voice. Stop! Don’t follow suit, rebuttal or respond aggressively! Why? Because this is clearly about life or death, and you’ve been set up, dealt a bad hand, and check-mated by distractions, long before you realized this domino effect, is not a game!
So, if you truly want your voice to be heard, don’t wait until tragedy strikes. Speak up first, in love and with purpose — readily available to lead by your best example. Don’t aggressively or suddenly become provoked and start yelling up a mountain about your rights or the lack thereof. Why? Because the broken sediments upon which you’ve stood, by not loving your neighbor, supporting your brothers and sisters through business, sickness, education or health, lay as withered sand per attrition, at the bottom of the very mountain you’ve allowed to grow insidiously beneath your feet. As such, your denial of self and purpose has become the distraction that binds you.
And don’t say you’ve not been distracted! If you’ve invested in diamond/s for any reasons other than celebrating your wedding or heartfelt gift to a family member. That could be misconstrued as a distraction.
If you’ve purchased wheels, rims or a stereo system and or a paint job on the car you’re driving, that hasn’t been fully paid off, that can easily be considered not only denial, but a massive distraction.
If you’ve saved up for a vacation to patronize a beautiful resort, without taking extended family members or friends, far from your community, posed for pictures, enjoyed excursions, and came back to a diminished bank account, all to struggle/hustle and grind to pay bills, that is without doubt a distraction!
If either the price of your smartphone, monthly car payment, rent/mortgage, watch, clothes on your back, shoes on your feet or ear buds/headphones around your neck, values more than what’s in your untouched savings account, YOU ARE DISTRACTED! Why? Because you may have bought into a system or plan, put in place for you, by choice to idolize yourself. This, over representing, and honoring what our ancestors died for i.e. your freedom.
Here’s my point, instead of investing in future, you’ve invested in the ideology of memories, as if to replace a broken past. And although life is short and good memories are key, you’ve no return in future change or investment. In other words, you’ve been distracted by a world that idealizes, consumes and misleads you into thinking 400 years of oppression, slavery and injustice isn’t as much of factor anymore because you’ve seemingly raised up in status. As such, when reality hits the preverbal fan, you (or they) go out with raise fists and start shouting up mountains which stands on high, not because you lack strength, intelligence or power, but because your distractions will never give way or allow you to test at a minimum, the faith of a mustard seed.
Fortunately, our ancestor’s bloodshed, prayers and tears were not in vein. We do have a voice but know, while in the belly of the beast, your mannerism must stand in place as your voice. Your education must be indicative of your voice. Your peaceful demonstration, albeit provoked, angered and with a heavy heart, must be a glaring spiritual reflection of your voice. In this, your voice becomes that of grace and peace which will without doubt triumph over the distractions. It may not fit the sensationalism and fear-based propaganda of the media, but it will stand as a significant historical part of our legacy to be revered, acknowledged and respected as a race.
Think about this, and let’s start a conversation that will lead to a good, and safe resolve for all, because to riot, is nothing more than an intricate tool influenced for the purpose of creating distractions.
Again, Think About It.
Reginald O’Neal Gibson
It’s the indifference in those who claim to be law-abiding, and or “sworn in” to make a difference, which concerns me. They’ll conjuror up their worst-case scenario or fears and seemingly act out regardless of truth.
I was once asked why are “black men so angry?” My response was “a black man doesn’t equate to being angry, a threat or a criminal, unless the guilt of another’s personal opinions and fears manifest into that personal choice of thought. I also said “a white person doesn’t equate to being a bigot, racist or supremacist, unless his/her words, actions and demeanor dictates as such. What’s the difference? Discernment, or the lack thereof. The horrific issues are people’s actions are clearly affected by their biased belief.
I’ve been on the front line of danger from the day my pigmentation was categorized as black. In this, a threat to society and a criminal mind up to no good. Throughout the course of my life, I’ve turned the other cheek without spiteful words, malice or aggressive retaliation.
On countless occasions I’ve turn from spit, bigotry, racist slurs, lies, defamation of character and outright acts of hate. I’ve survived from the set up and manipulation of clever attacks and the hierarchy of bias disregard, camouflaged as a “plan in place” to oppress, cage and degrade the higher purpose of me leading a life of positive example.
Before you start to judge me, let me add that throughout my life I’ve taken responsible note and observation with the intent of survival and helping others through the darkness of conditioned ignorance.
As such, I was (on a few occasions) told by my own race I “wasn’t black enough,” because of chosen words and pronunciation. I was also told by a devout/high ranking Ku Klux Klan member that I was “different from all the other negros,” because of my kindness. I remember asking him in response, has he ever worked with a black person before? He said no. Here’s the thing, we worked together for two years and then one day, all his recruitment and rally papers fell out of his suitcase: right in front of me! He was extremely nervous, and thought I was going to get him fired, but I didn’t. We continued to work together for another year or so without any changes, other than him freely expressing a ton of “their” tricks, ways and acts, ultimately reiterating that I was safe and considered a “great friend.” So please try and understand, I’m not expressing nonsense or a literal fit of rage.
When I first experienced hate, I was in Kindergarten (Huffman School) and my teacher told me to sit in the back of the room. When another kid asked why? The teacher uttered “because one N**ger isn’t worth a nickel.” I pretended not to hear the comment as other kids laughed.
My first encounter with racism was when I turned 5 years old (on Edison street), when oppressors yelled out racial slurs, finger gestures and balled fists at my father as we walked into a store.
My firsts encounter with prejudice was when I was 6 years old, and I overheard doctors (St. Elizabeth Hospital) begrudgingly wanting to operate on my immediate need, after being hit by a car. I remember clearly one saying, “and I thought “N**gers could run fast,” and “They’re probably not insured.”
My first encounter with bigotry was when I moved into a new school district (Eastern Denis Middle School) and I was told “not to eat in the lunchroom, ever, or my black a** would be lynched!” And I didn’t for the entire year; I was 9 years old.
My last/current experience with all the above e.g. hatred, racism, prejudice and bigotry, has all spanned over 45 years, back to my first experience when I was just a kindergartener, I’m now 50 years old. I haven’t acted out; I haven’t been in-prisoned nor have I developed a hatred for those of other races. I’ve never shot a gun at anyone, or pulled of knife in a fight. I’ve never assaulted, mugged or harassed anyone, never sold drugs or used them and have never consumed alcohol. I’ve never committed adultery on my wife, never cheated on my taxes and I don’t eat fried chicken, but by way of insidious conditioning, and profiling taught as an accepted norm, I’m perceived to be angry, untrustworthy and a threat to society per the color of my skin.
Here’s my point,
Some people speak out on an incident or two, and rightfully so, especially if it causes them pain, fear or injustice but not all people speak up or out. Some people turn inwardly, becoming depressed, oppressed, angered and often enraged at the slightest incident (per the breaking of a camels back).
So, when a black person is questioned, suspected or seemingly targeted, and or assumed guilty, by anyone abusing rank, privilege, authority or a negative demeanor, know that the response by the black man may be filled with anxiety and an immediate fear of death! Yes, I know “other people” may feel this statement is biased, and it’s not exclusive only to black men, but please understand per my life experiences of being black, my actions, my spiritual note taking, and choice of forgiving upon turned cheek after turned cheek, there’s a big difference between being treated as a citizen, and being labeled as a person of interest (throughout one’s lifespan).
Furthermore, with all my years of peaceful observation, here’s a mere three statements that needs to be expressed regarding the rhetorical response of “a plan in place,” to make a difference or the justification of corruption.
Being “fired, investigated” or put on “administrative leave,” doesn’t fool everyone.
One’s indifferent “apology” doesn’t make the consequence of pain any less tolerable.
And lastly, people know the “difference” between protesters, rioters and looters! (hint: not all demonstrations are created equally. Some are carefully calculated/constructed to sabotage growth and equality in a nation.)
So why, why does this shock people? Their mindset is not that difficult to explain.
When a white woman calls 911, and says in an erratic voice “I’m being threaten by an African American male in the park!” with spiteful intent, because the male asked her to muzzle her dog— per park regulations. Her actions are most likely due to years of negative thought process, fear-based protocol and acquired misinformation. Which in turn, leads to the manifestation of anger, and a spirit drenched in hate, readily available to spew wickedness, as her best choice of response.
When a white police officer says, “I need to see your proof of identification,” the anxiety, fear and mental state of the black person is often reminded of trauma and years of negative labeling, injustice and hatred towards his/her image. Thus, leading one to manifest a vision of brutality, or force that could lead to his/her immediate death.
Just know, the response from both, white woman, and black male are of conditioned fear, but not all fear is equal in its integrity. That leads me to believe that conditioned fear is the culprit, and the tool of choice, ushered in by those of dark and unscrupulous intentions, but then again, it all boils down to the differences of being different, and the mindset of those who choose to be indifferent.
Think About it.