Hold on just a minute, I have something to get off my chest. A lion gets killed and there is outrage and a demand for justice. Another black man is murdered by the cancer of police brutality and when we exclaim the reminder that Black Lives Matter, there is still a collective shrug. I’m not saying I’m the doctor to cure the sickness of blind ethnic privilege but the only way to fix this is to expose it. People recognize the obvious inequity, which is a good thing. Yet, as we are having some very important public discourse and it feels like we might be having some necessary growth… a couple rappers start exchanging diss tracks and once again, we are distracted from vital progress for peace and security. Aubrey Graham, Robert Williams, I am ashamed by your willingness to be a part of the problem. Here’s a rhyme for your rap beef:
It doesn’t matter if you’re Drake or Meek Mill/ some cops can’t wait to lock you up; their bullets still kill.
The frustration has kept my mind from working and creating because it’s hard to find inspiration when we are talking about survival. In my mental paralysis, as if it were a gift from the universe, I heard this Niña Simone song “To Be Young, Gifted, and Black.” Her voice shook my entire self and as the icon sang, “When you feel really low, there’s a great truth you should know. When you’re young, gifted, and black your soul’s intact.” Yes, Niña, I hear you. She made so many sacrifices for civil rights and for her music and this moment brought me back to life. We must fight for dignity and we must demand something better than we are offered. All of us.
“There’s a world waiting for you. This is a quest that’s just begun.”