As a writer, I feel an obligation to lend my voice to the cause. I celebrate Kwanzaa every year and proudly espouse the Nguzo Saba (seven principles). I spend every MLK day teaching Black history to anybody who will listen.
But I’m tired right now. And more than tired, I’m scared. And more than that I’m tired of being scared.
We lived in fear of colonizers and slavers, ships and chains, whips and torches, nooses and hoods. Now we live in fear of cops and quotas, red lines and racial profiling. It seems all our lives…all our history…all our existence in this country we have lived from fear to fear.
I’m tired of living from fear to fear…so yeah…I don’t have much to write right now.