I visited the Edmund Pettus Bridge for the first time this week and it made my heart heavy.
I thought I would feel the unity of my ancestors, our forefathers who marched to give us what we wanted for so long: the right to vote; the right to make choices.
I thought I would feel the passion that drove both blacks and whites to lock hands and arms and take beatings so that we would be unified.
Instead I felt pain. I felt disappointment! I felt the divide of us as a nation today, a divide that causes us to fight not for what’s right but the right to be better than the next man.
“Some of the black activists today make us feel like we are not worth the fight if we don’t stick to their agendas.”
We speak of unity but where are our so-called leaders, those who have now become opportunists and criticize those who practice choice? Where do we find long lasting fights even after the cameras are gone?
They might as well start signing autographs now at high-profile crime scenes. That’s the only time they arrive.
Some of the black activists today make us feel like we are not worth the fight if we don’t stick to their agendas.
We sit in pulpits and pass plates to pay for their new license plates while congregants get shut-off notices. Then we are told to be patient: God’s not through with you yet.
Music rarely asks, “What’s Going On” or tells, of “Mercy Mercy Me,” yet sales go through the roof. So I will ask, what’s going on with our people?
We are right where they wanted us to be years ago.
The NAACP yearly dinner tickets cost what I would rather donate to a child who can’t pay for school uniforms.
They only think of the elite and push agendas but then tell me my choice is indicative of racist agreement. Black on black agendas are what we have.
Police officers now ride in cars with folk they know hate the color of their skin. When that same partner insists the innocent one deserved the taser or the gun, you shake your head and turn it in agreement. After all, you took an oath to protect the pragmatic partner who would kill you if you weren’t his “but I have black friends” scapegoat.
I live 4 blocks from the border where one of the biggest disparities is present.
You go there and still get stares or encounters at the local playground. “Soooo, are you from this area, I’ve never seen you here before?” Reminding me I’m not welcome.
I go anyway!
While getting ice cream at the quaint little parlor off their main avenue, little children stare and parents don’t tell them to stop. I still can’t send my child to their schools and wouldn’t if I could. They too think we have no right to choice, yet we are the perpetrators of racism?
I beg your pardon, haven’t we come farther than this? Oh, I forgot, we now have a great black divide, the haves and have nots! Or as In the old days, the house N…… and the field N…..! You don’t think so? Well, why do you feel the need to stifle my needs?
I crossed the Edmund Pettus Bridge for the first time and it made me see just how far we’ve come yet so many think we’ve come further. We are, at times our own worst enemies.
So where do we go from here?