“It would be a great thing if half the people screaming Obama would stop the dumb shit they be doing… like killing other black men. Treating the black woman with no respect and forgetting about their kids… Obama is a man that don’t shoot people.. he loves his wife b4 all and raises his kids… just saying..” ~Donovan King Cyrus Royall
The above was someone’s status on my Face Book page. I read it the day after the Presidential Election. I was up late waiting to hear the President’s acceptance speech. I was tired and I was reading on my kindle early in the morning. The picture I saw was of a white woman. So I left the following comment.
“Obama is our hero and role model. The wounds of slavery and segregation are deep. Wounds inflicted by greedy white men and woman. It is they whole created the character of the black people. Their fear killed our hero’s and mad us angry. As history shows we hurt ourselves. I’m just saying.”
I refrained from adding. ‘You should be happy that they don’t turn their guns on you and your families.’ I know that’s harsh, mean and ill nature which isn’t the persona I reveal often. I am human and anger does sometimes gets the best of me. I do promote peace and the love of my fellow human. I respect you and in return I demand respect back.
Later in the day I got on my desktop and discovered I made an error. It was not a white woman but a young black man. I explained to him that I thought he was a white woman who posted that status update.
You see it’s like a mother with an unruly child. You know he’s a bad kid yet you take offense when someone points it out to you. It is your child and you will defend him no matter what and deal with him behind closed doors. That is if you care about his pride and your dignity. This is how I felt when I thought it was a white woman criticizing my people. I know too well the dysfunction of my people. But I’m not going to allow anyone to criticize my house.
I am not blaming the “man” for the behavior of my people. We know better, we were taught better. I am currently raising my 9-year-old grandson. He is angry. His short life has been challenging, too much for his mind to understand. He is working my patience and I am often ready to give up. If I do, I will fail this child. So I pray for patience.
So many children have been mentally and emotionally abandoned. It’s not that their parents don’t care about them, they just care more about their own needs. The influx of drugs in our communities is the destruction of our communities. There is a vicious cycle in place. Many of the parents are drug users. Yes weed and alcohol are drugs. The parents rely on these drugs and/or alcohol to satisfy their need to be happy. This is their priority. They will use their public assistance money and food stamps to support their needs. Their rent goes unpaid. The food stamps sold. This is why I agree there should be mandatory drug testing for people applying for public assistance. If they fail put them in mandatory rehab. These children are the ones to suffer and are often left to fend for themselves. At an early age they learn to lie, steal and con to put food in their bellies. They end up hanging on the streets and eventually get adopted by gangs or someone who is going to take advantage of their youth. So this child enters a life of crime. Becoming career thieves, prostitutes and drug dealers. Some even end up selling drugs to their own parents.
These children grow up with grandparents, aunts and uncles who will provide the food clothing and shelter. Their psychic’s are broken and need to be stroked. These guardians especially the grandparents are tired and they just can’t keep up. These children are again emotionally jilted and end up lacking respect for their elders and peers. Sadly they don’t even have respect for themselves either. Therefore they don’t have respect for life. They will kill defenseless animals and humans without a thought. Their careers end in jail or the grave. They aren’t afraid of either. You see these children live nightmares so they don’t have dreams.
Even if these children come from decent God-fearing homes. The parents have to work to provide for the needs of their family. After doing a nine to five they get home and after cooking and cleaning they are exhausted. Their children, more than likely are latch key kids. Left to entertain themselves. No one is there to monitor the their television or music choices. They’re exposed to so much on that box that tells lies to their vision. Violence, sex and drugs.
Our children speak with aggression, their walk is intimidating. They wear their pants hanging down off their ass exposing their underwear. It is gross to look at. More than likely they aren’t going to commit a crime against you. If they do, rest assured they will get caught because they can’t run with their pants falling off. The girls expose so much of their bodies, nothing is left for the imagination.
Our children need to be shown a different kind of life. Where they learn not to lust for material things. Where they learn to respect themselves and others. A life where they know the value of education and appreciate the educational system available to them. They need to be spiritually in tune with nature and/or God.
Our children need to know their history. They need to have pride in our history. To know that our ancestors were kings and queens. They were warriors, explores and inventors that paved the way to the technologies we enjoy today.
I believe the “man” charted the map for us to follow but we are the ones to change the course. We should look at our President with pride because sixty years ago he would have been assassinated with Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcolm X and Medgar Evers. Or hung like so many unsung heroes of the time.
Donovan King Cyrus Royall wasn’t one of my Face Book friends. I think he was a friend of one of my friends. However we communicated yesterday evening and I learned that he is a God-fearing young man who walked through the fires of hell and came back to tell about it. He is one of my friends today.