The Casual Black History Topic

 When observing other cultures you may notice something different in America. You may also be confused by political decisions that could lose you money and support. The sad part about black history is that these obvious cultural and detailed abnormalities are very expensive to repair and have cost some people their life. Yes, it’s clear and true that Black Americans have a rich history in the foundation of a country that may be ignorant of what actually took place and many people feel that they have too much at stake when discussing the truth. The melting pot of America is riddled with native blacks still caught in a constant struggle of survival. Black on black crime is also a factor with a language gap dehumanizing other black Americans with the N word still being used fluently. Friends, this is a touchy topic that baffles those who study criminology. Drugs have also infiltrated family progress. Many blacks have stood idle trapped in drug infested communities with little to no resources outside of the church to survive. The wealth gap and psychological damage is serious. To sum things up, what has occurred under the radar has been published by those brave enough to take a camera into the sadistic reality of America’s black communities. Some who are products of these environments seep out into the real world and are overcome by grief of the many faces that never made it to see the promised land. The promised land filled with knowledge, women, wealth, and attention. Some of these people come back and many don’t. Some of these people are scarred and traumatized by an environment that almost seems like a trap. A trap that sucks people into hate, jealousy, and the structured demise of a group of people searching for love, identity, and a place to call home. Friends, it’s okay to celebrate your heritage, it’s okay to sing songs that helped your ancestors get through the struggles and those who don’t understand that may not be open to the beauty in the ghettos or suburbs of America. They may not understand the roses that grow from torn down trees where innocent black bodies once hung. Brethren, if time has taught us anything, it has taught us to never forget that we all have a purpose. The rich need the poor, the government needs the people, and a country that fought a war to end slavery is a country with a hell of a story. Standing in the middle of political discussions I’ve learned to shut up and get back to work so that the failures of the past do not manifest in those who still may have hatred brewing in their souls. Being a product of this environment, I’ve found that I’m better when I take time to reflect on a young man who has grown and can still plant seeds for others as well. Friends, I hope this message reaches you in peace and I hope we all learn something this month, and if we learn nothing, then the lessons being taught will never be able to habilitate our grief and the bitterness that many individuals may still hold inside.