Today, I unknowingly went onto Instagram and was bashed over the skull with a panic attack the size of, well, Texas.
Yesterday the movement, Black Lives Matter, held a protest. A protest in which 11 police officers were shot by black snipers. Five of those men died from being fatally gunned down.
The days leading up to this turn of events were the deaths of not one, not two but I believe four black men in different states shot to death by the hand of a police officer.
The media has had a field day, the politicians are biting at each other taking huge chunks out of each others skin, and the Black Lives Matter vs. the All Lives Matter Movements are rolling around in catnip enjoying the hell out of these turns of events.
It’s sick. Sick, twisted and so seriously jacked up that I go from being in full blown panic and silent with zero words, to ranting to the air around me about the absolute absurdity of this entire tragic situation that could so easily be avoided.
The night of the protest, that I had zero knowledge of because I honestly, for my own peace of mind and sanity, choose to stay away from a sensationalized news media, didn’t know about it. I told my Grandmother that this would happen though. That police lives were going to be in even more danger than they already are on a daily basis. These police killings were not only preventable, they were extremely predictable.
I find that those who stand upon the center of an extreme position, tend to become that which they claim to hate. And when it comes to Al Sharpton, and others deeply entrenched in the Black Lives Matter movement – they tend to become or are prejudice themselves, and these most recent shootings of police officers deeply, tragically proves my point.
This morning upon hopping on Instagram, which used to be one of my favorite social media outlets but has quickly become an annoyance, like nails on a black board, I found some sad posts, that further led to proof that something else had happened.
With a curiosity that will probably land me in a mental hospital before my life ends, I clicked on a hashtag and off into chaos I stepped. My brain and body quickly had an adverse reaction to what I read. From a protest gone horribly wrong, to a domestic terrorist attack that left 5 police officers dead and many more serisouly injured from the bullets of a sniper, to conspiracy theories, whispers of martial law, a protest of not buying food or gas on a certain date, to the absolute polarizing anger between two movements standing on extreme opposite ends of the spectrum.
“We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.”
That is the first line of the Constitution of the United States of America. We are created equal. We are beyond blessed to live in a Country that offers us freedom and the ability to speak our minds, with freedom of speech, among many other rights that I, as a United States citizen hold tightly to. I would die to protect my rights, to protect the future of those who come after me.
My ancestors were immigrants, patriots who fought and died for this Country, who gave their lives for the very words that cement our rights as human beings in the United States of America. My ancestors were here on this continent long before the English landed and proceeded to systematically decimate them.
My ancestors walked the trail of tears. My ancestors fled from tyranny and fought to establish a place in which the generations that came after them could speak.
I believe in my unalienable right to set fire to my Country’s flag, not that I would, but you won’t catch me up in someones face for doing so, that is their right in this Country. I would not wish for it to be any other way.
We have these rights and yet I am watching them be so sorely abused.
The polarized movements of Black Lives Matter and All Lives Matter is enough to make me sick to my stomach. That which they preach, they then turn around and destroy. They become that which they speak out against.
Martin Luther King Jr. is perhaps the greatest Civil Rights leader that we will or were ever blessed to have on this spinning ball of crazy. And I honestly believe beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would be rolling in his grave to see how these two movements are treating each other.
When I say ALL LIVES MATTER, I am not silencing any black voices, I am not silencing gay rights, or religiously different people than myself. I am not silencing anyone.
When I am told that I am doing just that. When the hatred against white people is screamed and bellowed so loudly that those doing the screaming are shredding their vocal cords in their quest to be right and everyone else is wrong, Are they not being the very things they are screaming about changing?
When I am scrolling through Instagram and I find comments of such disrespect and horror and death to those who wear blue and fight to protect ALL of us. I am horrified.
Do not become that which you hate. Do not buy into the hype. Do not buy into the complete chaos of a media outlet so out of touch with the human souls hurting around them.
Don’t follow the status quo.
When someone has a different opinion, be respectful, kind. Maybe if we all took a moment to step back and dispense with the anger, we could learn from each other. We could find strength from each other.
“Perfect love casts out fear.” 1 John 4:18
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” – Martin Luther King Jr.
Martin Luther King Jr. inspired greatness in others, not just black people but also in those of different colors, including white.
Change can only be found when we band together, when we fight together against the tyranny and money whormongering and chaos of men sitting in their ivory towers throwing people like grenades against each other.
“A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger.”
– Proverbs 15:1
Perhaps if gentleness and kindness, speaking up in a tone of voice that stands for the right of ALL, Perhaps if that had happened and would happen, instead of the hype, the madness and the craziness. Perhaps the tragedies that have taken place could have been prevented.
When will we learn that hatred brings nothing but death into our lives?
I challenge you, I challenge myself, to seek a path of quiet acceptance, and gentle grace. To offer a helping hand to anyone who crosses my path. To end the stigma and the prejudice seeping through our country, it will not heal until we all recognize that heaping more prejudice into the pot – will do nothing but add more chaos and more grief.
This isn’t about gun control, politics, social media movement tags, indignant celebrities or those in power using their status to stir a pot that needs to be thrown out. Stop cooking a soup that is rancid, stop wasting precious ingredients on foul waste that should be tossed.
Black, White, Brown, Grey, Yellow, Orange, Pink, Tan, I do not care what color your skin is, as Thomas Jefferson, one of our founding Fathers said, “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.”
Stop buying into the hype, take a moment to heed your words, think before you speak, pause to think before you act.
It isn’t about movements or media or presidents or politics or religion or skin tone. It’s about remembering that beneath the skin, we all have beating hearts, we all have those who love us, depend on us and need us to continue breathing.
Stop pushing the anger, the hatred and the complete disrespect for those who use their voice to speak their minds. Just because I believe that blue lives matter, doesn’t mean that I don’t believe that Black Lives Matter, or that White Lives Matter, or that Christian Lives Matter or that Muslim Lives Matter, or that LGBTQ Lives Matter, or that Democrats Lives Matter or that Republican Lives Matter, or that Gun Totting Die Hard American Lives Matter or that Military Lives Matter or that Peace Loving Hippies matter.
ALL THAT HAS BREATH MATTERS.
Everyone on this spinning mad ball of crazy matters, we’ve all got people who need us and love us and whether we like it or not we need to stick together instead of allowing evil and anger and prejudice to drive us apart.
Peace. Love. Grace. Respect.
Black Sheep Girl
“If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.” – 2 Chronicles 7:14