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I recently heard a newscast where psychologists and other so-called experts went on record as saying that spankings make children violent and can be responsible for violent behavior later in their adult years.  Ultimately, they concluded that children should never be spanked.

I must admit that those experts and their associated statements made me very, very angry.  Why you might ask?

Generations of Blacks (men, women and children of all ages) experienced whippings/beatings/battering and other abuse during slavery at the hands of White slave masters!  Even years afterwards, with the formation of terrorist groups like the Klan and the actions of various Night Riders (to say nothing of the legally sanctioned actions of various police agencies and forces), Black people from cradle to grave were beaten, brutalized and subjected to emotional and psychological trauma for well over a century.  Throughout all this time, where were the psychological analyses from the so-called experts of that time, or even today, stating that enslaving Black people and subsequently beating them viciously well into their advanced years would result in them becoming hostile, with possible violent implications for future generations?

Post-slavery, Blacks adopted many of the same violent practices that they learned and experienced first-hand during slavery when raising their own children, both due to their own traumatic experiences and as a defense mechanism.  Fear for their children’s very lives prompted many Black parents to beat their children incessantly so that they would not be killed by Whites who perceived them as not knowing their place in society.

Again, where were/are the psychological analyses affirming that Blacks experiencing extreme violence and trauma during and after slavery might negatively affect every area of Black life in present and future generations?

I mean, there have been plenty of studies and questionable reports regarding violence in the Black community and/or depicting blacks as somehow more prone to violence than other races of people as an inherent result of their blackness.  Yet, not one psychological analysis attributes any part of this violent behavior to the known violence experienced by Blacks during and post slavery.

Where are the multi-paged psychological reports that explain in horrific detail that slavery and the vestiges thereof cannot be ignored as a causative factor of violence within the black community?

How can this be?  If psychologists can attribute violence in adults to spankings as children then why not attribute the brutal beatings during slavery as a factor in Blacks being violent afterwards?

Is my conclusion really so farfetched?

These same so-called experts want parents to be responsible for creating violent children (and later adults) by spanking them, but don’t assign this same level of blame and responsibility to white America for damaging and creating violent Black children that later become violent Black adults!

Either spankings cause violence in children—all children regardless of race—resulting in violent adults or they don’t. You simply can’t have it as a rule for one group or one demographic and not the other that is…unless, of course, we’re dealing with unequal standards or some form of associated, culturally spread schizophrenia?

But that’s another blog for another day!

Can anybody hear me?

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From the title of this blog, you probably think that I’ll be discussing the supernatural or the occult or something of that nature.  Rest assured, I am not.

But regardless of what direction this blog is headed in, you can probably surmise that, based on the title, I’m feeling some kind of way.

To be clear, 2019 has not been kind to me.  In fact, it would be fair to say that this year has been pretty monstrous.  I know that this probably makes me sound as if I’m a very ungrateful person since I’m alive and relatively healthy, all things considered.  But trust me, nothing could be further from the truth.

I appreciate life—my life in particular.  And I try to take nothing and no one for granted.  Be that as it may, I can’t help but feel like this year is already a bust.  You see, 2019 is the year that virtually everybody—everyone dear to me—died.

I mean, it’s only May and I’ve already lost enough friends and family to last a lifetime!  With that revelation, I don’t know what to do with myself.

I know in my mind that I have to go on with my life.  I have to pick up and keep moving forward.  However, in my heart, I am totally devastated.  I’m just going through the motions because I don’t have a choice.

Bills continue to mount.  Chores continue to require my attention.  And the sad reality is that the overwhelming responsibilities of everyday life don’t take a day off.

Truthfully, I feel as if I’m in a dream state, not truly awake and aware.  I’m just holding on by a thread, hoping that one day I’ll wake up from this nightmare!  Then, it will all be over.

And the blessed sleep that I used to depend on—that used to be my good friend—hasn’t been much of a friend at all lately.  It’s been a bit more AWOL than I remember.  And, when I do sleep, I dream dreams about my fallen friends and family members only to wake up sweaty and disoriented.  And then, to my utter chagrin, I find out that my dream was just a dream…and the people I love are still gone.  Over and over again…daily, I find this out.

So, my many wounds don’t get to heal.  In fact, every time a scab even remotely starts to form, it’s as if it gets snatched right off.  I wake up and I’m still here.  I’m back on ugly Earth.

It’s clear to me that I am sad.  I am truly, truly sad down in my soul.  However, I don’t want to burden my remaining friends and family members with my sadness.  So, I’m trying really hard to act as if nothing is wrong because I really don’t want them to worry.  After all, life is too short to worry.

So, I hope you don’t mind if I confide in you; if I tell you how devastated I really am; if I cry on your shoulder; and, scream on paper to you/at you.

I vehemently apologize for doing so, but I have to get this out!  I can’t keep it bottled up much longer.  It’s neither practical nor healthy to do so.

I just need to know that you are there…for me.  I just need to feel supported and understood.  Can you do that for me?  Would you do that for me?

Can anybody hear me?

 

Today, I have so much to write about that I don’t even know where to begin.

So much is happening so rapidly on this planet, in my family and in my personal life that as soon as I am certain that I want to write about THIS, THAT happens…and suddenly my entire course is changed.  Next thing I know, I’m writing about an ex, a horrible movie or the moon.

Oddly enough, I feel just as passionate about THIS as I feel about THAT.  How can that be?  You would think I would feel a pull SOMEwhere at SOME point!  But no.  Before long, I realize I haven’t chosen any topic and, to make matters worse, my self-imposed deadline for writing my blog is riding me like a pony.

Maybe that should be my topic?

Maybe I should write about how I drive myself crazy trying to adhere to a non-existent deadline that I created?  That should be interesting/entertaining for at least two to three lines, right?  However, I’m just not feeling it.

Maybe I should write about all the bombings, fires etc., that are dominating the daily News?  But, what more can I say about them that hasn’t already been said and said and said yet again?

Heck, by this point, even all the conspiracy theorists have already spoken.  Some have spoken more compellingly than others, but they’ve all had something to say.  Truth be told, I’m actually tired of hearing about them.  I hope I don’t come across as uncaring.  I do care; I really do.  But, enough is enough!

I’m also tired of feeling overwhelmed by all of the related details.  I’m tired of trying to categorize the latest tragic events in my head in order to make sense of them.  I’m tired of feeling like this next situation is going to be the thing that sets off the Apocalypse.  I’m tired of wondering where people’s heads are and how they think this is good or right.  I think it’s safe to say that I’m ODing on doom and gloom!

So, maybe I should steer away from tragedy?  Maybe I should write about something less ominous?  Maybe I should write about something happy?

But what?

Everything happening right now is ominous.  Nothing is lighthearted anymore.  In fact, I can’t even think of a lot of things that makes me happy long enough to forget the overwhelming sorrow that chases me daily.

So, I eat; I watch movies; I watch TV.  But with the news being what it is I try to steer clear of aggravating programs.  Unfortunately, this includes all awards programming such as the Grammy’s, the Oscars, etc., as well as the so-called “reality TV” genre.  But it seems like that’s not enough.  Lately, even the NFL draft has been getting on my nerves.

So what’s a girl to do?

Maybe, I should write about writing?  Yes. I can offer more than a few pointers on how to get your point across effectively.  I know a bit about that.

But just like the other topics I’ve already mentioned, I’m not feeling this one either.

Maybe I’m a little depressed!   Maybe I should write about that?  But I’m not really prepared to discuss depression whether real or imagined.

So, maybe I’m not depressed enough to write about depression?  Maybe I’m just sad…today?  Maybe I’ll feel better tomorrow?

Maybe tomorrow I’ll write about beautiful, blue skies and cotton candy.  Who knows?  Who cares?

Can anybody hear me?

In the News last week:  Jussie Smollett

In the News this week:  Jussie Smollett.

In the News next week (you’ll never guess):  Jussie Smollett.

In fact, week after week after week after week:  The Misadventures of Jussie Smollett is THE news…to my utter dismay.

What can I say?!  I am so tired of hearing about Jussie Smollett, his arrest, his hoax, his release, his existence and anything else to do with him at this point.  In fact, hearing his name makes me sigh involuntarily.

Don’t get me wrong; it’s not that I am not a fan or that I am a fan or that I have ever been or not been a fan.  Truth is, I’ve not seen one episode of Empire…and have no plans to change that anytime soon.  Thus, I have no particular attachment, emotion or loyalty to him, the show or to his character.  For me, the problem is simple…the overkill.  Enough already!

From the outset of this ‘made for TV’ spectacle, it was clear that whatever had taken place (or had not taken place as the case seems to be) would be played out in the media and not in a courtroom.

Remember courtrooms?

You may have heard of them.  They are places where potentially criminal cases are tried in front of a judge and jury, with one side mounting a defense and the other prosecuting.  I hear they’re really big overseas.  And, at one point, they used to be big here too…before they were replaced by a jury of social media.

At this point, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the Nigerian brothers (somehow easily confused with white attackers) who were supposedly hired by him to commit the alleged “crime.”   Now, they would have us believe that the “brothers” had been hired by Smollett himself and paid via check (of all payment methods available today).  Seriously?  A check?

I’m surprised they didn’t try to convince people the “memo” section of the check stated “Payment for media hoax.”  I mean, why not?

Who on Earth would pay for any such services with a check in 2019?  Could anyone possibly be that stupid in this age of CSI (and the like)?  Why are we even considering this foolishness?

Wait a minute…

With that last question, I’m left with an even more horrific thought.  While the country was being entertained by this and other tomfoolery, what other, way more important things were taking place behind the scenes?

What programs were being cut, what leaders were being ousted, what ordinary citizens were starving, homeless, jobless, being killed, etc. while we were ODing on foolishness?

Frankly, this felt a little too much like a daytime soap opera being presented as something actually newsworthy.  To be honest, I’m tired of entertainment being called news.  Let’s face it, Jussie Smollett’s case is not new or news!  In fact, it is quite typical.  Imagine a black man being targeted, mistreated or beaten by racist whites in America?  Now imagine that case being ruled unsolvable or some kind of figment? I mean, is any of that really farfetched?

Regardless of that, shouldn’t news provide useful information about current events that will affect the viewer…instead of gossip, innuendo and/or propaganda aimed at keeping us entertained rather than informed?

Shouldn’t major issues of politics and international relations and trade be always be pushed to the forefront of people’s minds?

Shouldn’t I be able to turn on the television or go online and immediately find out what I need to know about the world around me?

Who is dating whom in Hollywood or some Dynasty level drama isn’t exactly what I had in mind.  How about you?

Has anybody else had enough of this madness?

Can anybody hear me?

Has anyone else noticed that the negative behaviors of a few black people determine how the entire race of black people is globally perceived yet the same is not true for other races of people?

In other words, why aren’t all other races judged according to the lowest members of their race?  Why is that reserved for black people…and why does it happen at all?

Why aren’t white people in America defined by Charles Manson, Ted Bundy, Timothy McVeigh and a host of others too numerous to write about?

Why do they get to brush their bad individuals (both past and present) aside and keep positive members of the white race at the forefront while blacks are forced to carry current and historical bad members of the black race on their backs…even if their alleged crimes/actions pale by comparison to those actually committed by whites?

Why are blacks tasked to “live down” the embarrassment and shame associated with being members of the same race of any notorious black person whether directly related or not while whites are allowed to disassociate and, even worse, harshly judge other races of people as if they are somehow above reproach?

Why do black people have to constantly prove that they, individually, are one of the “good ones” and qualified, talented, moral and trustworthy enough, while other races, white people in particular, are just assumed to be so?

On the flipside, how come white people don’t feel confined/stigmatized/represented by the same or worse behaviors of members of their own race?

Where is the overall embarrassment by white people for people like BTK, Jeffrey Dahmer, the KKK etc., being members of the white race?

Meanwhile, Blacks are made to feel bad about organizing/listening to groups/individuals like the Black Panthers, Louis Farrakhan and Al Sharpton…even though they have never killed anyone?

Why, if this is a truly a nation of opportunity and innovation, do negative black people such as the DC Sniper got plenty of media time while black inventors, educators, etc., remain (if you’ll pardon the pun) hidden figures?

Why is this?

To keep this line of questioning going, why is it that if blacks like OJ Simpson are found not guilty in the penal justice system, they are still supposed to behave as if they are guilty so as not to offend white people because…or else find themselves subject to judicial manipulation/rule changes that impact their freedom regardless of the verdict?

Why are so many white people, like the Affluenza teen, who are actually found guilty of actual crimes allowed to be arrogant in their criminality?

Why are white people like Dylan Roof and others like him allowed to hide behind mental illness as an excuse for their actual guilt/racist/white supremacist behavior while blacks who commit lesser crimes are labeled as demonic and extended no sympathy?

Why is that?

While we’re at it, why are blacks supposed to be harder on each other than whites are on their own?

For example, why are blacks supposed to abandon Cosby who is 82 years old and in prison, yet, whites aren’t expected to do the same with Weinstein?  Hefner?  Clinton?  Trump?

Are these white men a credit to their race any more than Cosby is to the black race?

Why is there a surge in incidents of white people calling the police on black people for performing everyday tasks like walking around, buying coffee, etc. and no surge of outrage from supposedly God-fearing, morally upstanding whites?

Why is there no outrage from those who claim to be pro-life and love people following the random shooting of unarmed blacks ranging from 12 years of age to senior status by law enforcement?

Where’s the white outrage?

Remember Sandra Bland?

Where’s the white feminist outrage?

Yet, white America would have us to believe that this is post racial America and that blacks can actually be racist?

Why would we ever believe that foolishness?

Can anybody hear me?

As another year comes to an end, I find myself experiencing an emotion that I feel almost every year now.  In fact, as far back as I can remember, I’ve felt the same way year after year.  The funny thing is, despite what I just said, I can barely even remember what actually took place during the year.

Don’t misunderstand.  This isn’t a memory issue—this time.  I remember eating, sleeping, praying, shopping, working, cleaning, eating, writing, reading, eating…but not necessarily in that order.  You get the point.

But, here’s the thing, what I don’t remember is having any particular feelings associated with these actions.  How can that be?

How could I have vivid memories of the actions but not feel any more about them than I do throwing a napkin away?

You might be saying, so what?  If you are, does that mean you do remember?  Does it mean that you don’t remember either or that you really don’t care?  That’s fine either way.  But, I really want to know if anybody else has forgotten or if it’s just me?  And, more than that, is this how it’s supposed to be?

Now, don’t get me wrong.  I don’t feel sad or even depressed.  But, I can’t say that I feel happy either.  And, that’s almost the problem!

Aren’t I supposed to feel something?  All the time?  Most of the time?  Sometimes?

Shouldn’t I know which one I’m feeling at any given time?  Does anybody know or are the people who seem to know just faking?  Or maybe pretending is a better word?  Acting like they think they are supposed to act?

To be clear, I find myself completing the actions I did mention with proficiency, but it’s almost like a checklist.  I’m borderline robotic.

In fact, I seem to get the most satisfaction from completing the listed task (and thus checking it off for a time) rather than from participating in any of them.

Now that I think about it, the fact that I refer to them as tasks is probably cause for some of my uneasiness and concern.

When did life become just a series of tasks to complete?

On the flip side, I could be making more of the situation than it warrants.  Maybe I’m just an ordinary, everyday person who feels like every other ordinary, everyday person who is simply trying to confirm my ordinary, everyday status in a world where the ordinary and the everyday is always under attack for not being extraordinary.

But, what does extraordinary really mean?   Would I perform my tasks with a smile, if I were more extraordinary?

I don’t know but, I’m sure willing to give it a try!

Can anybody hear me?

Ok, let’s try this again.

Say it with me:  Black people cannot be racist.

That’s because racism is an all encompassing, global, socio-political system put in place with the intent to elevate the white races of people on the planet while simultaneously destroying the dark races of people on the planet.

You would think this would be a simple thing to grasp but, for some reason, it isn’t.  So, I’ve put together a cheat sheet to help clarify this subject.  I call it racism (white supremacy) for dummies)!

In a nutshell, black people can be racially biased.  This is akin to choosing a blue shirt over a red shirt to wear on any given day.  Even though the blue shirt was preferred, it is important to note that the red shirt was not harmed in any way, shape or form by this preference.

Conversely, with racism (white supremacy), the blue shirt is also preferred, however the red shirt is presented as inferior to the blue shirt by virtue of being red.  The red shirt is unfairly targeted, criticized and damaged using media, radio, books, etc.  The red shirt is not valued or maintained and does receive the care or opportunities allotted to the blue shirt.  In fact, the red shirt is slashed, torn, used as a dust rag, a dish cloth etc., while the blue shirt is treasured, treated kindly, represented in every arena as superior in quality. The result is the deliberate and calculated destruction of the red shirt.

Racism is not simply a negative comment from Rosanne, Meghan Kelly, the manager at Starbucks, etc.  These singular acts of racial superiority, while ugly, are being exploited in order to present racism as an individual or isolated act that can be committed by anyone, even black people.

This is grossly inaccurate and intended to deceive not only white people but blacks as well.

Again, racism requires the financial ability to institute and maintain socio-political systems in place that not only elevate your race but also strategically destroy another race of people in the process.

So you see, there is no real threat of black people being racist (in the reverse or otherwise).  That’s because racism (white supremacy) is a system (not an individual) that affects politics (voting), labor, employment/educational opportunities, fair housing/loans/credit (mortgage/car purchases), religious affiliations, everyday lifestyle (clothing/hairstyle and care choices) and entertainment.

Racism renders all other systems as moot because the laws/statues/rules of society, being created by racists, will inevitably caters to racists, such that even black elected/selected officials have no choice but to carry them out even to the continued peril of their own people.

And, history is filled with the tragic stories of those who have run afoul this well established system.

Can anybody hear me?

Even though the United States of America was built on and runs on racism/white supremacy as well as Dunkin, it is my belief that even the most committed racist and the most celebrated liberal can agree on one thing: that America was a better America before a Trump presidency.

To be fair to Donald Trump, he most certainly didn’t create or institute racism/white supremacy in America.  He didn’t even introduce the concepts into politics, in particular.

I think the under representation of blacks on SCOTUS, as POTUS and in every area of Government speaks for itself, to say nothing of their uneven treatment under established law.

But, even though racism/white supremacy is as American as apple pie, once upon a time, there existed such things as diplomacy, protocol and decorum.

Today, those things no longer exist.

Because of Trump’s unpresidential, unprofessional leadership and his inability to express himself on an adult level, it is now okay for everyone, regardless of age, rank or position of authority, to speak to each other and to the general public in any manner that they choose.  From the highly educated and intellectual to the utterly base and crass, it’s fair to say that today, anything goes!

And the more profane, the better. Sadly, the lower the comments and standards, the better the chance of winning the sought-after office.

And this is why a Trump presidency was a bad idea.  It’s not because he invented, rehashed or can even remotely eradicate or minimize racism/white supremacy or any of its associated ills.  He didn’t and he can’t.

It’s not even that he is any more racist/white supremacist than any other president.  In fact, if we’re honest, we will admit that racism/white supremacy never ended (or even waned) and, that it was especially egregious during the Obama administration.

No, it is solely because Trump ushered in poor manners, as well as rude, crude and socially unacceptable behavior.  He not only made these things popular, he made them IN in a way they never should have been.  This is why I take issue with him.

Television was already dominated by images and streams of fools parading their poor behavior and life choices around and being rewarded for it (and, in many cases, emulated).  But some areas, most notably politics, were at least free of that stain.  That is not the case anymore.

To put it simply, Trump made an already bad situation worse.  He made lowlife behavior not only acceptable in the low sphere, but fashionable in the higher areas!

Gone are the days that people actually gave thought to what they were going to say before they spoke.  Now, whatever comes to people’s mouths comes out before even making a pit stop at the brain.  Now, something as simple and straightforward as objective reality must bend to classlessness, lies and slander disguised as alternative points of view.

We can all agree that this should not be.  Can anybody hear me?

Ok, so a friend contacted me and asked if I would proofread a book they were working on…part of a series of publications.  This is not exactly Earth shattering since I had proofread all of the previous entries—somewhat proficiently if I do say so myself.  So, this was just another chapter, so to speak, in the series.

To be perfectly honest, the series was an enjoyable one.  It wasn’t one of those boring topics that made proofreading difficult.  In fact, I so approved of the content that I wished I had written it myself.  So, proofreading it was right up my alley.

Yet, when I received this latest entry, something strange happened.  I read part of it, got a headache, went to lie down and then completely forgot about it.  And I don’t mean I forgot about it for a few minutes.  Not for a day or two or even three. I didn’t/couldn’t resume proofreading the book until almost a month later!

In fact, I not only forgot that I was working on this particular proofreading assignment but, I totally forgot about/lost interest in almost everything else I was doing around that same time regardless of the topic!

Unbelievable!  I mean, who does that?

Not me!

But apparently me?

I thought I had gone totally insane until I spoke with my doctor and discovered that, not only was I not insane, but that that response was typical, especially during times of high stress, during moments where we over-extend ourselves, when we’re eating on the fly and/or when we’re eating poorly!

And, boy oh boy, was I high stressed.  In fact, I was four for four on that list!  My doctor explained that I had had so much going on that I simply shut down.  My body and brain just shut down like your computer does sometimes.  And just like with your computer, it can happen right in the middle of whatever it is you’re working on…regardless of whether you’ve saved your work or not.

Were there warning signs, you might ask?

Yes, there were signs.

To be perfectly honest, there were many signs that I, in hindsight, totally ignored.

Not only was I overwhelmed, but I was tired—often very exhausted during the day. If that wasn’t bad enough, I was eating whatever I got my hands on and I couldn’t even remember when I had last had a good night’s sleep.

Truth be told, I was totally neglecting myself without even knowing it.  So, my memory, among other things, was suffering.  As a result, my brain protected itself by shutting down.

Isn’t that something?

For me, it felt both good and bad.  On the one hand, it was good to know that I had a backup system already in place to keep me from total destruction. At the same time, however, it felt bad to know that it could kick in without permission.  Although I suppose that’s the beauty of it…not letting me destroy myself by forcing one more task.

Mentally refreshed but a little freaked out, I made a vow to myself.  Next time, I would pay attention to the signs before the crash.  I mean, I would certainly not want to be driving or operating machinery when my brain computer just shut down due to overload.  Changes had to be made.

With that, I promised to take better care of myself. I started doing light exercises and stretches, making better food choices and getting proper rest and relaxation.

And what a difference it has made.

I’ve lost a few pounds, I sleep better and I feel better than I have in a very long time.

Thus my “brain collapse” turned out to be a win-win for me and perhaps for those who commissioned my proofreading services.

Oh, by the way, you’ll be happy to know that I did finally complete that job and other backlogged assignments without further ado.  I was lucky that the author was gracious enough to extend time for me to recover.

My advice: Don’t wait until you fall down to take care of yourself.  It’s unfair to you, to your family, to your friends and really to everyone.

I know it sounds cliché but, before making a vow to be there for others, make a vow to yourself and keep it. I think we can all agree that everything works out better when you’re your best self.

Can anybody hear me?

If you’re like me, you hate to see anyone being mistreated.  If you’re REALLY like me, you hate to see almost ANY living creature (with a special minus on a select few) being mistreated as well.

As such, I am as upset over the recent immigration scandal as anyone else.  However, what really makes me upset is when people become selectively distraught by the sufferings of some while willfully ignoring the sufferings of others.

What do I mean?

It is of a truth that Jewish communities are allowed and even encouraged to remember the misdeeds of one Adolf Hitler.  According to history, he targeted them for destruction over a period of approximately 5 years.  We can safely assume that he is hated by all Jewish persons and, furthermore, that others are taught to revile him as well.

To that end, the Holocaust is taught in detail at every learning institution; at least one film is produced every year recounting their mistreatment; and (and this is the best part) even though they have recovered (quite handsomely, I might add) in the form of a homeland (Israel) and the amassing of extreme wealth, and social and political influence, Hitler remains atop history’s most hated villains list.

Conversely, African Americans, who were kidnapped from their homeland, enslaved in a foreign land, raped, murdered, pillaged, bred like animals and violated in every aspect of their lives, are directed to do the opposite of what Jewish persons are allowed (and even instructed) to do.  Instead of being encouraged to remember (even though it’s impossible to forget an ongoing saga) their historical mistreatment at the hands of an entire race of people (not just one man), African Americans are instructed not to relive their obvious and no less disturbing suffering.  And they are admonished for doing otherwise.

In fact, African Americans, unlike any other group, have to feign adjustment and affection for a hostile political and social system or risk being accused of being hate-filled, unable to move on from the past, and/or of using their history as slaves as an excuse for any lack of success; all of this despite the fact that they continue to reside in the land of their former slavemasters and must continually battle for basic human rights (or even to be left alone to live and work in peace) even in 2018.

If African Americans even discuss (much less make a movie about) the Transatlantic Slave Trade or any of the vestiges of racism, they are shunned.  They are attacked by all sides, even some of their own who think only of their own finances and not the fate of their people.  And on that note, to date, this is the only group that has received no monetary reparations for either their suffering or, in many cases, their contributions to the American economy, history or society.  Never mind that other races of people have received monetary reparations and apologies for race-related misdeeds, if they argue for it, they are just lazy and want something for nothing.

Today, in the face of continued racism, African Americans are supposed to and expected to abandon their own fight for justice to champion the battle that Mexicans and other people of color are experiencing against the same regime that destroyed and oppressed them…in spite of the fact that many of these other people have been, for the most part, silent for the plight of black people.

African Americans are expected to do this even though these same groups of people did nothing to assist them at the height of their mistreatment and, even worse, spoke out against their attempts to redress the balance and pursue justice.

It must be asked: where was the outrage for black people being murdered in the streets, and thus separated from their families by a bit more than a cell wall?  Where was the understanding that the system was flawed and actively working against a group of people to protect the interests of white supremacy?  And where were the unity, calls to action and cries for accountability just a few months ago, when white America was openly complaining that their rights were infringed upon because black people finally understood that their lives mattered?

Do the people who have been calling for assistance and compassion this entire time look like the bad guys in this scenario?  Does it make other peoples of color who are experiencing race related mistreatment the bad guys?  God forbid.  Instead, it should shine an ugly, historical light on the peoples—the same peoples—who are once again destroying the lives of yet another group of people (and people of color I might add).

Can anybody hear me?