Reset Password
Reset Link Sent
| Blogs > wickedeasy > wicked and that ain't so easy |
the more things change....
|
the more things change.... in this world we live in, we often think things have changed when indeed they've simply become less visible, more insidious. While slavery is not legal, it's certainly still practiced and human trafficking is a billion dollar enterprise. and so this is my offering. you see, I've never been denied entry to a place because of the color of my skin, and most of you haven't either. and while i mayhave fought for equal rights all my life tbh, fighting for them is one helluva lot easier when you're white. so speaking from that point of privilege, i want to say that TODAY, there are nearly 21 million people being trafficked every year. trafficked sounds so much nicer than sold, don't you think?. but the reality is they are stolen........sold......and that's the ugly truth. call it anything you want......it's slavery. so when blacks say blacks lives matter......unless you were a slave or trafficked, don't say anything except "yes they do". In the smallest corner of the smallest hut on the shortest mound in the tiniest village in a place that had no name because really it was not big enough to matter to anyone, a baby cooed. Born only two months earlier to a girl, not a woman, the little one lay naked on grasses covered with a sheep’s skin. Outside in the bright sun, the girl lifted her head, smiling at the sound of her waking, while she continued the task at hand. The men of the village were hunting today and the sounds of her village were muted and soft, women sounds and sweet laughter. Wee ones ran back and forth with impunity stealing bits and pieces of food, eating off the many fires and the women batted at them like flies while laughing at their gall and admiring their speed. Smiles spilled into the air and rose like butterflies. She looked up. The birds. The birds had stopped singing. Other women paused as well and soon the village was still, except for sound of the 's feet running. A roar louder than the lion’s split the silence. The flew to their mothers like moths to flames. Their men, there they stood shackled in front of them, bleeding. Men with skin the color of the sky on a day with no sun were running and tearing at the women, binding them with harsh rope, ignoring their cries, beating the smallest of the to the ground, setting the huts ablaze. the sounds of terror were so loud they filled the sky and blocked the sun. The girl was fleet and ran to the jungle, her crushed to her chest, stifling his cries, eyes so wide she saw nothing.....nothing. In an hour, only silence remained. The babies and the battered , they became her tribe and they moved deeper into the jungle. She mourned the river that her would never know. No longer was there safety for her kind. This was the beginning. This she knew. #blacklivesmatter You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
||||
|
This reminded me of an old book by C.S. Forrester, "The Sky and the Forest". I've heard that book discounted because Forrester was a white Englishman, but when I read it as a child it was the first and most moving account of an African chief portrayed in so sympathetic a way. That chief learned wickedness from his captors. It didn't come naturally to him. I agree with you- the proper response to "Black lives matter" is "Yes." And the groups who try to dilute that message by appropriating the slogan are doing no one any favors, least of all themselves. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
| |||
|
Oh my...that just made me cry. Thank you, thank you for sharing that. It meant a lot to me. Live life to it's fullest! If you're bored, Read Hugs Gypsy
| |||
|
the comment that allows me to be seen comment You cannot conceive the many without the one.
| |||
|
Beautiful words.
| |||
|
Lovely post. Thank you so much!!!! (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
| |||
|
A great and important subject, and very well written. Thank you.
| |||
|
Very well worded and yes they do. Vive La Difference
| |||
|
Yes, they do. Thank you, my dear, for this.
| |||
|
they took the pic down............ chicken shits You cannot conceive the many without the one.
| |||
|
I would try to put the picture back up. #blacklivesmatter incredibly Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
|
Become a member to create a blog
