Day 7. I can't get the vision of a man begging for his life, calling out to his deceased mother, taking his last breath and dying out of my mind. People are angry, they want answers, they want change and we have a mad Maniac tweeting incendiary messages all damn day. Babylon is burning and infiltrators are instigating riots! People are fearful due to the circumstance - possibly understanding the fear I live with everyday of my life. This is more than George, there is an exhausting list of unarmed citizens who have been murdered by government agents.
Today it hit me like a ton of bricks, my son is the same age as my dad was when he marched for social justice. If there weren't so many years between my father and my son I would think it was Groundhog Day! And in the end I have to wonder will we have Judicial and Social Justice Reform? Will law enforcement finally be held accountable? From the reports we are seeing in the news, some have only buckled down further on their abusive Behavior. Tonight I ponder, what do I say to my son? I have become a broken record and plead with him to please be safe every time he leaves the house! Paranoia has become my lover. Oppression is exhausting, and to quote Fannie Lou Hamer, I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. Is anyone listening?














