I had a wonderful powerful time in Washington D.C. and I appreciate the opportunity that was given me to go. We mothers have a lot in common: a determination to fight and a determination to win. We drew strength from each other and we were a force to be reckoned with and together I believe great things can be achieved and accomplished. My concern is that we wont stay together and Im concerned because one mother in particular, did not feel welcomed, or accepted, or that her complaint concerning her loss was listened to and addressed, with the same interest as all the others. Im concerned because if we do not reach out to that mother we will have failed in looking out for each other and failed in making sure that a murder which took place was made known publicly. And while nearly all mothers had their sons name mentioned in the media, and had their picture taken as well, there is a mother that didnt. She has virtually been eliminated because when you look at the pictures she is no where to be found. I have given much thought and consideration concerning it, on the proper way to deal with it and address it. But when I learned that my concerns were valid and that the mother is not at all pleased, I decided I myself would address it. I am addressing it because I sincerely want for justice to be given - not for those in the group only but for all people who have suffered this injustice all the same. And while all have suffered the same injustice at the hands of the police, not all deal with it and address it the same. The beauty of our group was the strength that was exhibited. Even through the tears you yet see strength. But there was one whose strength was fierce whose tears flowed like a river, whose pain could not be consoled nor contained. And the hurt and the anguish that was exhibited shocked, stunned, and left gasping declaring Oh my God. There was no regard for procedure, no respect for the officials in the room, no respect for anything - and rightly so! That mother saw her child MURDERED in front of her face and the officer who did it, was compensated for his trauma and that mother is nearly out on the streets and homeless because she cannot keep a job over agonizing over the murder of her son, whose organs she says were stolen and that he warned her before hand concerning it. The officer murdered her child, claimed he was traumatized and recieved $30,000 in compensation because of it. Mean while, she barely has a home to stay in, is on government assistance, came to Washington D.C. for help - and was eliminated, ignored, and cut out the picture all because she could not gracefully tell her story. At first glance, you would think the woman is psychotic rambling on about what nobody can tell. But if you listen, you will hear a most horrific story about a murder committed by police and witness what it does to the mind. There is no logic or reason for what was done, yet logic and reason was expected in its telling. Life is not that cut and dry and when we expect the impossible from those who have suffered the unimaginable, we do harm instead of good. We increase hurt and pain instead of relieve it. It occurred to me, that maybe we cant get justice because we keep playing cute, polished, and reserved concerning the outright murders of our people. If ever there was a time to show your ass and go buck wild this is it! Maybe they aint convinced we actually give a damn about the outright murders of our people. We so polite in telling how they killed them unarmed and so polite in insisting how we want justice. And remain peaceful when justice has been denied. What in that convinces anybody we give a damn? What in that provokes an urgency to give a justice owed and due? Ive considered the matter very, very, well. And I witnessed what happened when that mother went off. EVERYTHING STOPPED! PEOPLE GOT THE HELL UP OUT THEIR SEATS! MANY HAD THE LOOK LIKE THEY GOT CAUGHT WITH THEIR PANTS DOWN. AND EVERYBODY WANTED TO KNOW, WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON? Oh yeah, she got their attention big time but the very ones who should have comforted her, supported her, and stood with her were advising how the police would be called if she didnt stop and exit the room. The irony is, we went to bring attention to the police murders and if the objective truly was to show the pain and hurt and devastation the starring role went that mother! But she was shutdown, silenced, and cast out. In America, you have be dignified when confessing your pain. And when you go before those who can do something about it, make sure you speak their language properly. Make sure your apparel is intact and every hair strand in place. And maybe, just maybe they will hear you! Its the American way and it has always worked for Americans. Never Africans!
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 09:33:06 +0000
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