What Happened To Us?
What Happened To Us?
He looked beaten beyond despair. He looked like the one ounce of hope he had, was all but gone. As the beaten man made a path to the twenty-five cent shuttle bus, dragging his left foot behind. The evidence of his plight was for all to see. He was homeless and for the litany of reasons, beyond anyone who either experimented or stayed away from drugs, he lost his war on drugs and most likely the casualties of his war, was himself and anyone who either loved or cared enough for this man.
Who was he before his first battle? Did he walk down the aisle at Anytown-Anyname High School and receive his high school diploma? Did he go to college and receive a degree? His road. His travel. Only he has to do by himself with the help of his deity.
What happened to him? What happened to him that we, as his fellow men, plug our noses and avoid eye contact with? His stench causes us to shake our heads in disqust, while some of us feel nothing for this man, whose past we don't know. In some cases, we don't want to know nor do we care and in this small point of selfishness, our only comments to this man is, "No - I don't have any change."
Whose responsibility is this man to us? Is it the responsibility of black people to care for its poor and downtrodden? What about whites or hispanics?
For purposes of this discussion, lets talk about our poor black men who are living in our streets, addicted to drugs or alcohol. The man I just described could be the man anyone of us knows. He is someone's father, brother and uncle. He probably had a woman who loved him so much that she cried as she had to let him go or suffer the same despair. He was probably someone's friend, that due to his addictions and the mere strength of not suffering the same affliction, had to cut his best friend loose because he, himself was someone's husband, father, brother or uncle.
Can't you see how great God is that he spared you from the life of this man, whom we plug our noses and don't give the time of the day. I think at times we all forget from whence we came.
What happened to us? What happened to us that we make up twelve percent of the countries population, yet we are fifty percent in our country's jails, fifty percent of us are not graduating from high school, thousands upon thousands of our young black men are dead at the hands of another black man on his way to prison. What happened to us? that we as black men - black people no longer carry the pride of being a working man and a provider? What happened to us? when we don't care about laying down with our black sista's and giving them a death sentence of AIDs or leaving them alone to care for our soon to be angry boys, who will continue the cycle of dying young or dying in prison.
What happened to us, when no one takes us serious? Black africans are coming freely to this country to take advantage of the sacrifices made by our black leaders and like the homeless man I described, They are plugging their noses.
What happened to us?
He looked beaten beyond despair. He looked like the one ounce of hope he had, was all but gone. As the beaten man made a path to the twenty-five cent shuttle bus, dragging his left foot behind. The evidence of his plight was for all to see. He was homeless and for the litany of reasons, beyond anyone who either experimented or stayed away from drugs, he lost his war on drugs and most likely the casualties of his war, was himself and anyone who either loved or cared enough for this man.
Who was he before his first battle? Did he walk down the aisle at Anytown-Anyname High School and receive his high school diploma? Did he go to college and receive a degree? His road. His travel. Only he has to do by himself with the help of his deity.
What happened to him? What happened to him that we, as his fellow men, plug our noses and avoid eye contact with? His stench causes us to shake our heads in disqust, while some of us feel nothing for this man, whose past we don't know. In some cases, we don't want to know nor do we care and in this small point of selfishness, our only comments to this man is, "No - I don't have any change."
Whose responsibility is this man to us? Is it the responsibility of black people to care for its poor and downtrodden? What about whites or hispanics?
For purposes of this discussion, lets talk about our poor black men who are living in our streets, addicted to drugs or alcohol. The man I just described could be the man anyone of us knows. He is someone's father, brother and uncle. He probably had a woman who loved him so much that she cried as she had to let him go or suffer the same despair. He was probably someone's friend, that due to his addictions and the mere strength of not suffering the same affliction, had to cut his best friend loose because he, himself was someone's husband, father, brother or uncle.
Can't you see how great God is that he spared you from the life of this man, whom we plug our noses and don't give the time of the day. I think at times we all forget from whence we came.
What happened to us? What happened to us that we make up twelve percent of the countries population, yet we are fifty percent in our country's jails, fifty percent of us are not graduating from high school, thousands upon thousands of our young black men are dead at the hands of another black man on his way to prison. What happened to us? that we as black men - black people no longer carry the pride of being a working man and a provider? What happened to us? when we don't care about laying down with our black sista's and giving them a death sentence of AIDs or leaving them alone to care for our soon to be angry boys, who will continue the cycle of dying young or dying in prison.
What happened to us, when no one takes us serious? Black africans are coming freely to this country to take advantage of the sacrifices made by our black leaders and like the homeless man I described, They are plugging their noses.
What happened to us?
posted by J.C. "Fanz23" Lewis, Jr | 4:16 PM
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