Blog Post Mess Up

If you got it all together, there is no room for growth. If you know it all, there is nothing else to learn. If there is nothing else to learn, there is nothing to strive for. If there is nothing to strive for, there is no hope. If there is no hope, then it is all in vain. Vain. It means nothingness. producing no result. Useless. Are you useless? Let it not be that your existence here is pure poverty; a wasting away of flesh. A joining of bone and marrow, flesh and blood yet dull of emotion, of mistakes, or faults, of trial and error. When you started writing; when you started a blog; when you started school; a new relationship; a job; when you started whatever it is that you started, no one expected you to turn into a robot. Mistakes exist to be learned from and they make up our experience but, when you’re pinched, no one expects you not to feel. Having faith does not mean that you have to pretend as if it doesn’t hurt. If you want to be the best, then there is one thing you must be willing to do: Mess Up. That’s right, you must fall, trip, stumble. If you are to be the best, then you have to make all of the mistakes that are necessary in order to know the difference between what works and what doesn’t. So, fall. Break. Burst forth. This is not your destruction. This is your birth.

Do Black Lives Really Matter

blackprolife28Abortion is the number one killer of black lives in America. It has killed more black lives than AIDS, Cancer, Sexually Transmitted Diseases, and even the entire Vietnam war. Planned Parenthood clinics loiter the black community. They are on every corner of many High Schools and College campuses but no one speaks out about this. Alcoholism, drug addiction, child abuse and molestation plague the black community but no one speaks out about this. 70% of African American women are single and 42% have never married. This means that 70% of African American women are left alone and unprotected and 70% of black children grow up without fathers. Contrary to popular belief, father’s provide more to the household than just money. They provide not just financial stability, but protection, leadership, and guidance for our children. In fact, the state of the black man and woman relationship is worse today than it was over 50 years ago (and even during slavery. We were more communal as a people during slavery than we are today). In the 1960s, 40% of Blacks had their own businesses and 87% of black families were two-parent. Today, less than 7% of blacks own their own business and only 25% of black families are two-parent. But, no one talks about this. However, African Americans have been told over and over again what the problems are so this post is really not about that. This is not just about Slavery, Jim Crow, and Discrimination. This is about the revolution of self.

The African American community is in a state of spiritual crisis. We continue, as a community of people to fight for change in our community. We continue to vote in an attempt to change our political clout. We continue to march, to speak and to debate about the many changes that are necessary in this world; from education to discrimination, and from discrimination to gender equality. But while we seek to change everything around us, we have yet sought to change ourselves. We know what our problems are, but what we need at this point are solutions. Solutions that are deeper than government funded organizations, of protest marches and ballot boxes. You see a people cannot change anything around them if they cannot change first what is inside of them no matter what color they are. For, in the words of the African Proverb, “when there is no enemy within, the enemy outside cannot hurt you”. You see freedom is deeper than social-economics. Freedom is spiritual and spiritual freedom begins inside of the individual. To change the way that we live, we must first change the way that we think. Otherwise, if we continue to depend on outside sources to change our current conditions we will be marching for the next 50 years, while our sons blood cries out to us from the ground.