More rounds are fired and Black Lives are lost. It’s a job well done, but we must take a firm
position as troubleshooters. Should we
argue gun control? Hell nah. We don’t need the 44th president
putting his black hands all over that again.
Let’s just drop the flag of confederacy from its staff and proclaim we
want to wipe the slate clean. Then we’ll
suggest we should all hold hands and strike multiple centuries of African
American enslavement from the hearts and minds of the oppressed…
We Want Answers! We Want Answers!
It is your freedom to fly the confederate flag. No problem.
But, flying that flag while you call me a NIGGER entails seeing and
feeling the stars and stripes of my struggle.
The rocket’s red glare and bombs bursting in air will be much more than
the mere words of a patriotic song. I’ll
put my hand over my heart and pledge to that…
We Want Answers! We
Want Answers!
Blacks are consumed by compassion. They’re empathetic creatures, always looking
for someone to forgive. Hell, they’ll
turn the other cheek; lift every voice and sing Kumba Yah, while our batons
swing like helicopter propellers, and boots crash into their bodies with the
velocity of an oppressor’s anvil delivered by a slingshot. They’ll get over it. They always do. They refuse to face the truth, so we will
simply tell them what they want to hear.
We Want Answers! We
Want Answers!
Comfortable silence to avoid uncomfortable truths about the
disease of racism adds new meaning to, “Having the right to remain silent.”
Racism is transcended through the genes of millennial babies. In this modern day of transgender and
“transracial” freedom, the societal acceptance of interracial and gay
marriages, and a time when any person is permitted to sit at the front of the
bus, a 21 year old spewing and acting on racial hatred is simply unleashing the
barbaric truths within the elders that nurture them.
Church bombings and public lynchings are the blueprints of a
Dylann Roof – style mass murder and racially tainted practice of
jurisprudence. Why will you not
understand that your beautiful brown faces are no more than a statistic to the
same people you’re demanding answers from? Your existence, or demise is merely the
movement of a decimal point in their eyes.
Now there’s your answer.
What will you do with the truth?
Still Livin,’
MannofStat
Copyright © 2016 by Leroy Elwood Mann
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