Overall, I’m just worried. I think if I were honest, I’d say
I am more scared than worried. Sometimes I look around a room in disbelief at
the disregard from everyone there. I can’t fathom saying the things I hear. My
heart hurts.
I don’t normally get involved or make comments when the
world is in disarray. But it seems like each month terrible, no, unthinkable
things are happening to people. Beautiful people who breathe the same air I do
and bleed the same color I do. And I sit here. I sit on my couch and can feel
my heart hurting. How is this possible?
How is it possible that I live in a systematic society that
fights for me and defends me but will not do the same thing for my fellow
human. We have all seen it. The still shot of an officer kneeling on George
Floyd’s neck. And I am worried. No, scared. I’m scared that the same white
people who sit in privileged rooms with me don’t shutter at the sight. I’m
scared their stomachs don’t turn knowing a human being took his last breath in
great panic and suffering.
I will not pretend I know what to say to politicians to fix
the centuries of beliefs that one is greater than all else. I won’t even begin
to try and say I know where black people are coming from. All I will say is
this: If you are a human being… if you believe in human decency… please, for
the love of all things good, believe in the decency of black men and women and
children.
I’m scared. I’m scared for my future children and their
friends. I’m scared for my students. I’m just so scared that this will not
change. That years from now more black men, women and children will be stomped
on and disregarded. I’m scared that people who believe in a God who created the
heavens and earth, and the people in it, will see less value in the people who
breathe the same air, bleed the same color, but wear different skin.
I hope a piece of you is scared. That way, I know we still
have hope for change.
God, bless us.
(Picture found from: https://urbanareas.net/info/repentance-toward-god-repent-sin/)
