In recent months I’ve been dubbed by my friends as the “angry black man.” My whole life I’ve been pretty happy-go-lucky.
I’ve been serene, getting upset only when things happen that are within my control. All other problems were either surrendered to God or they simply slid into the abyss.
Life gets in the way…
It gets in the way of our hopes and dreams. It also gets in the way of our problems. Especially as every nuisance of our lives gets translated into a sound bite or 15-minutes of temporary fame for the headliner. Life just..happens.
Problems either dissolve or get handled in due time. But we exert emphasis on the life problems that are important to us–those life problems that have been ignored too long. The hashtags and the rally boards are all we have to keep the memories of martyrs intact.
2015 was a tough year.
I don’t think that this year is going to be much better. In fact, I think that last year’s headlines will only be exacerbated by current headlines. We’ve learned nothing. Or maybe we’ve learned plenty, but we haven’t figured out how to apply our new found knowledge.
Yes, I’m angry. Don’t I have the right to be?!?
Everything that I’ve trusted has been proven otherwise. I was led to believe that we had a justice system that protects the innocent. I see people who look like me (and behave like me) in the most precarious situations. We find ourselves in situations that would cause discomfort for anyone. But we are not referring to harassment, wrongful imprisonment, or brutality. Death is the sentence for anyone who resists. Wrongful death, accidental death, or even alleged suicide are par for the course if we are too loud, too independent, or try to defend ourselves.
Forget about exerting my Constitutional rights! Or my human rights!! Don’t even try to explain the misconception. Or the misunderstanding! “Guilty while black” has never rung more true. Why? Because our society has been given permission to let their hate flag flow freely.
Educators must be more selective than ever when teaching current events in school because of the content of our “leaders” actions. “Do what ever you have to,” is the freedom call for anyone who feels that they are entitled.
Police are more guarded because of the threat of retaliation for bad police policy.
Business is booming for lawyers and doctors though. Everyone has standing to litigate and everyone has the ability to see a doctor. As a result we are collectively bolder than ever. The elitist are protecting their legacy, and the working-class are fighting the downward spiral of becoming more like the the homeless.
It’s getting real. And I’m getting mad!
It’s become too easy to hate others! No one is focused on giving peace a chance. A nation of entitled “adult-children” have awakened under the leadership of a man who weekly affirms their complaints. They rant that America is not the land of opportunity that it once was.
Fact is that we’ve not yet reached our goal of freedom and liberty for all. Instead we’ve been derailed. That light at the end of the tunnel is a train.
But who is to blame? It doesn’t really matter now, does it? Anger doesn’t care whose wrong. Anger just fights! Anger will destroy everything and everyone until there’s either no energy left or nothing left to destroy.
Am I that angry? No! But I’m no longer tolerant. I’m no longer going to tolerate imbiciles who are careless in their acts. I will not entertain tomfoolery at the expense of others. I can not answer to subordinates who are incompetent and too inept to do their job. I am unwilling to tolerate individuals or organizations who are not generating positive energy or positive outcomes. If this makes me an angry person, I need you to check YOURself.
I’m not nearly as angry as I’m going to be. I’m AM battling though. I’m batting not against flesh, but against principalities. I’m not the only one fighting. I know what it’s like to ignore, avoid, and even give in to a confrontation. No more! My resistance doesn’t make me angry. It makes me strong.
I am a wall. A wall is not angry. A wall is not kind. A wall is a wall-strong, sturdy, dependable.
Am I that angry black man? Do you want me to be?