"THE REASON WHY"

I get frustrated sometimes.  Sometimes there is a reason, sometimes it appears there isn’t reason.  But, there is always a reason why.  The psycho-babble phrase coined  for the time is bi-polar, but it’s not that.  It’s deep seated and deeply entrenched with time, it is century’s old pain. To illustrate, has anyone seen 12 years a slave?  It is a true story and a heartbreaking film.  While you are watching your soul will begin to bear the burden of the lead actor (Soloman Northrup) played by (Chiwetel  Ejiofor).  He is a free black man in the north who is lured away through the promise of great gain, by two white cultured businessmen.  They offer him a fictitious job with incredible pay and invite him to celebrate at a fine eating establishment, where he is finagled and enticed by his own greed, to one too many drinks.  When he wakes up, he is in chains and the dilemma begins.  His whole family is taken and for twelve years he lives the life of a Georgia slave, with every inherent indignity.  Finally he obtains his freedom through the kindness of a white sympathizer, Samuel Bass (Brad Pitt), who delivers a letter which ultimately gains him his freedom.  When he is returned to his freedom and meets with his daughter at the end, he is shaking, trembling, and broken; the shell of a man.  It is staggering and a must see for those of you who have not had the experience.  The film won the Oscar for Best Picture.    I’m thankful to see art of that caliber, because it can speak for me and explain the reason why.

I believe as a tool it aids the populace at large, in understanding why a segment of our society is lost, has lost, and is currently continuing to lose.  Another interesting story was told to this blogger, that during the great California gold rush of 49, a white man and a black man struck up a partnership in the interests of becoming rich.  After some astute prospecting and land surveying they climbed a steep hill, at a flat place of which they made their discovery of tons of gold in an open cavern.  Each immediately went into his pack, the white man produced a rope, and the black man produced a brick.

  ‘What are you going to do with that rope,’ asked the black man, the tension was thick. 

“Throw it down to my fellows, and brothers in the race of course, I imagined that with these tons of gold we’ll need help excavating and transporting it all, of which they would be compensated in a fair parcel of gold. “What we’re you going to do with that brick,” the white man asked.

“I too was thinking of my brothers except that, when I would see them ascending the slope I planned to throw it and knock them down,” the black man said. He hated his brothers.

 Slavery days are long past; at least slavery in that concept, still we know the fallout keeps occurring for millions of Americans.  We even know who did it; it doesn’t matter, those persons are dead and gone.  The doors are open we are fully engrained into society. Everybody black has white friends, contacts, business, and social club partners.  Likely, its one of those that begin to talk really black when you arrive on the scene; the one who you tease, that if they get any blacker, they’re going to have bad credit.  You have to love them, because they feel for you.  The fact that they identify with you, mirror your speech, like your music, and your style, say that they think highly of you as a creation of God.  It’s not their fault.    The blame game just doesn’t suffice anymore.  As long as anyone is blaming someone, even if they are right, all that they will have is right.  You can’t buy a Mercedes with right. 

I admire white men for their dedication to their race and their heritage; they don’t mind helping a brother in need.  I don’t mind helping a brother in need either.  I love my peeps, all of them and I want to facilitate mending the broken bridges between us.  We can all feel the vibe brewing like an undercurrent, things can’t remain the same.  Most folks I believe are waiting on a charismatic leader like Martin Luther King to come along again, but all that’s required to initiate change is the leader in each of us. If we join together (all people) we can access the power of unity and help all our little brothers and sisters who are lost, struggling, and living with crazy feelings inside, and don’t understand the reason why

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As for me I’m not afraid to dream.   I’m empowered by faith in the Most High God and that has evolved to be my reason why.  I can visualize a better future for our young people.  I envision a world where there is no nausea induced by disturbing images of a grown man with his cloths down, and  his buttocks out, walking in front of a me and my family. Imagine, there would be no more traumas from the boxers in the crack looking like a toaster oven slot.   Ah’ grossed me out, I just threw up!

I will light of many situations, I will laugh and joke, but this isn’t play for me.  I want to be effective and relevant as a blogger. There is so much power in an idea whose time has come.  I want to be an advocate of the idea.  Imagine, if you would a single tree, it yielded 100, 000 matches which were boxed and shipped all over the world. Imagine one match, it was lit and burned 100, 000 trees, that’s the reason why.