I waited as long as I possibly could...yesterday, I ventured off to the movies to finally see the epic, motion picture and true life story,
"12 Years A Slave". Epic is an understatement...devastation ripped through the theatre for 2 hours and 14 minutes, as I have never wanted to run away from anything so much, in my entire life.
The torment and pain of an entire group of people was beyond tangible. So much so, that I wanted to tear away my own skin to stop the pain that was being inflicted. I'm almost left speechless from the extreme arrogance, callousness, frigidness and down-right relentlessness of the, "Masters". But, even more startling than the barbarianism of the "Masters" that were male, were the wives of these absolute terrorists and monsters. The encouragement of torture, degradation, belittling and destruction of families from the women of this unholy group of "men", is beyond perplexing and saddening.
This is our foundation in this country and one's story and journey in any particular place is only as rich and great as the foundation it was built upon. This is why, my living grandmother
(83 years young) sat beside me in the theater, engulfed in tears and anger, all while yelling at the the screen, "I don't remember this, I lived through this shit..." (mind you, Granny doesn't normally use profane language). These scars run so deep, as deep as the whips that tore into the flesh of men, women and children, only leaving fleshy, bone exposed. Deep as the very blood that coursed through the arteries of the hands that rebuilt this country on their backs and without recognition. Deep as the daily, mental torment of being told their nothing...nothing more than a dumb, worthless, cotton pickin "Nigger" (we learn by repetition and/or trauma).
These people endured more than the largest and most intelligent part of my brain will ever be able to fathom or comprehend. For that, I'd like to say thank you. Thank you for standing for something and for paving the way for me to be able to type this today. Thank you for having some integrity and for knowing that a better day would come. Thank you for teaching us to allow God to do his work (the scales of life will ALWAYS balance) and to not take matters into our own hands. Thank you for teaching me to NEVER be afraid of anything, and that I am a child of the MOST HIGH, which can never be stripped away. Thank you for lending me strength, encouragement, and for ultimately rising above and beyond your circumstances.
I derive from an incredibly, rich culture, contrary to the beliefs of many that would like me to believe differently. I am grateful and with great pride am a Black American.
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