In this fight we fight, yes fight
What end goal is there?
Have we won when we’ve changed hearts?
Minds?
Laws?
So blinded by pain, I fight without knowing what I want.
My nephew to see old age
Or
My niece to make partner at a law firm
Or
Do I want freedom?
Freedom, this abstract idea that I can barely imagine
because I’ve never known it to be possessed by someone who looks like me.
I march for something I cannot contemplate because I have no
other choice.
Babies dying day by day, it seems as if there is no time to
think, only time to react.
But, by not thinking and only reacting, they win.
Our ancestors died so that we could have things that they
could never imagine.
No longer in physical chains, we have the opportunity to mobilize
in ways that our ancestors would be hung for.
If only my mental chains would let me.
Harriet Tubman said she freed a thousand slaves and could
free a thousand more if only they knew they were slaves.
That message still holds true.
Freedom will not be achieved by reacting.
We must actively free ourselves from metal slavery
Step one is realizing the ways in which we are enslaved.
Hands Up Don’t Shoot
This slogan is not appropriate for the fight for equality.
This is a slogan of surrender, of hopelessness
We cannot teach our kids to lie down and beg for their
lives.
That being black in America is a reason to surrender.
We come from a long line of fighters
Of winners.
We must look to them and to ourselves for the answers.
The power is ours.
We will decide what freedom is and how to achieve it.
