Four years ago, I was sitting on my living room couch writing a paper while watching the results for the presidential election roll in. I was happy that Obama won. I was elated to be alive to see the first African-American president of the United States. I was proud that I voted for that man. But today is different. I’m even more excited about this election. And I feel like it is even more important than the first time.
I’m sure I might get a few frowns for speaking politics but it’s my damn blog so…yeah. The last four years have been extremely rocky for our country. Financially, many of us experienced the worst times. Slowly but surely, progress is being made. Jobs are being created and unemployment is still low. Change doesn’t happen over night. We have one hell of a clean up to do.
I believe in President Barack Obama and what he stands for. I have faith that things are changing for the better. Here’s to moving FORWARD.
I can’t imagine what it must have been like to walk home, armed with only a can of iced tea and skittles, and minutes later be ambushed and murdered for no more apparent reason than the color of your skin. To listen to the 911 tapes and hear this child, Trayvon Martin, screaming for help…devastating. I listened to it over and over again. Crushed is the only word that comes to mind to describe the heartbreak I felt. I cannot begin to imagine how difficult this must be for his mother and father.
As much as people hate “online activism”, there’s something to be said when WE use social media to fight against the injustices in the world. It wasn’t until the pictures of different people wearing hoodies was I able to fully grasp the weight of Trayvon Martin’s murder. To see little black and white boys, adults of all ages and races, all wear hoodies, was powerful to me. This could have happened to any of our children. What a powerful statement.
Yesterday, I attended the rally at Providence Missionary Baptist Church. As several different speakers approached the podium, the energy from the crowd gave them the strength to speak the truth.
Later, a friend and I discussed what actions we can take towards changing the mindsets of people in the African-American community. Because truthfully, many of us are not interested in politics. I’ve never had any desire to learn the intricacies of government and policy. It’s so complex. But we have to find a way to get people 1)interested and 2)inspired to act. Faith (that things will change), without works, is DEAD.
So, what do we do now?