Crystallizing Cognizance
Curses
Foul
oaths or mouths
The stench
from a collective narrative
Forever deplorable
Never to be ignored
Invitations to reparations
Crystallizing
Cognizance
Toward
Modern amends
But my interest is in how these marks that I am scratching on this page can mean anything at all. If they can have meaning, then life can have meaning, then I can have meaning. ~James by Percival Everett
Ouch. Four letters that are the most politically correct version to touch my opinion about slavery. That we ever had to institute this term is of incredulous disgust to me. Grandiose gross injustice remains prevalent with an estimated over one million in America alone today. A sickening similarity to the abhorrent rise in the multi-millions between 1790 to 1860 reports. All incentive as to why I’m a humble member of the Global Sustainability Network’s fight to eradicate slavery, child labour, and human trafficking in alignment with the United Nations SDG Goal 8.7 specifically. Travails that don’t go away ought to be dealt with as a top priority. Truth has always included aspects of atonement when necessary. It can fixate until satisfaction presents itself. One thing that I’ve faultfully mastered is how we can avoid the stings of our duration by deliberately not committing wrongs.
Although it’s said that we learn through our mistakes, it shouldn’t take a mathematician to figure that the expense of subjugating human lives is heinous. There’s no way to soften the blows of our history books. Even when we do write it down, it’s a testament typically at the hands of a white majority. I’ll continue wishing for worldwide fairness (and certainly not implying epidermis therein!), all the while realizing it seems gravely implausible for my existence. No matter, I’m gonna hold to a future for the kids and the to-be-born where abolishing any expression of “slaves or slavery” actually occurs. Instilling a finite death in the catalogs of lore instead of finishing off more individuals. A place where it belongs to rot to as close to forgotten as an idealistically integrous planet could ever imagine. Not as educational erasure compared to upright brigade unbridled betterment.
The revolution will put you in the driver’s seat ~The Revolution Will Not Be Televised by Gil Scott-Heron
Lately, I’ve been feeling enslaved by my anxietous overwhelms. Yet, where my pains could be changed that isn’t a grace afforded to real slaves. However, my series of fitful nights lacking sleep or this ongoing sensation of getting trapped by predicaments of survival wanting daily doses of happiness competing with needing income that might not meet the former’s barometer contain choice. So, when my father Jim recently let the words “that niggar Jim” expel as easily from his lips as it fast sucked every ounce of air from around me, I was taken aback by listening. Once again for me, he was merely imparting an invaluable teaching. This time a fascinating retelling novel titled James of the classic Mark Twain Huck Finn story with a hard-hitting critically acclaimed relating from Huck’s black friend the slave Jim’s account. My Libby app finally queued this factually influenced fiction tale for me, whose duality I’m eager to dive into.
If only we could promise to retell all African-American sagas from their POV. I’ll admit that too often I consider the United States messes to be raised on a ‘religion’ of inferred punishment for tortures we’ve held as proud vigil for decades upon lost livelihood of so many PEOPLE in our country. I’ve capitalized that intentionally, as much as I hope you got that deep in your gut. Persons persecuted for simply being alive with a beautifully ‘other’ colored skin. Those dark onyx to lightly tannish golden and chocolate browns. Pigments that were silent prayers I guessed my mother prayed for since she spent nearly all the days of my youth trying to match her own to theirs through countless hours of sunbathing. Obtaining an American Indian hue at best, likely due to our heavy Irish English heritage. Because our ancestors onto various contemporary folks still think it’s a joke to revoke these past transgressions.
I believe that to truly breathe our freedoms we must share them equally.
