You know I always have something to say but for the past couple days I have been at a loss. I have been on social media but felt emotionally drained and crippled to the point that I had no idea what words would be appropriate. I have read post and clicked like. Sometimes I clicked love. I thought to myself [self], I shoulda' said that. I thought to myself [self], WOW that's a very good point. I thought to myself [self], GEEEEZE what more is there to say? The senseless shooting of another black male [teeth suck] has me reeling. I am angry. I am afraid. I am bothered. And so I must break my silence.
Let me simply introduce you to the Baby Elephant Principle. Have ever been to a circus and seen the massive elephants with one leg chained to a very small stake in the ground and wonder why the elephant does not break free? I mean after all the elephant is so great in size and amazingly powerful it could overtake the stake, could it not [lip curl]? Physically? Yes! Mentally? Not so much. You see in its premature years [its adolescence] the elephant was chained to a stake. It was only wee high and so big. The baby elephant could not move the stake or break free. It did not understand the strength of which would be bestowed unto it. You understand what has happened right? Basically the idea was imposed upon that elephant while growing up that as long as it is tied to a stake it is and would continue to be powerless. It had been brainwashed to believe that it can’t move; it is weak in this circumstance even though it most definitely is probably one of the strongest beast.
Tisk Tisk to those of you who thought slavery, lynching and the genocide of a people ended. As black people we have become the huge baby elephant in the room; in the nation. What a beast we will be when we decide to collectively exercise our power. We have been living by the Baby Elephant Principle; taking stake in a foundation that wasn’t built for us but was built against us. We spend our dollars on items that were not intended for us but drain our financial resources. We adopt religions that negate us. We have tried to live in the smoke screen of a pseudo “blind to color” society that we've been told exist. We have invested in propaganda that kills our family structures, damages our youth and imprisons and kills our men simply by standing [staked in the ground] and watching it all happen around us. And all this because we have been programmed to believe since the beginning of time that we are a “minority”. We have even taken “stake” and referred to ourselves as such. But we are not the minority! We have believed that we have no say [sigh]. We do! United, we people of color are a force to be reckoned with; a unchained beast - one of which is feared by many. Oh, our power is a threat. Why do you think every attempt is made to keep us down, oppressed, afraid... dead?
To watch an officer of the law needlessly draw his weapon and shoot Alton Sterling hurts my and hundreds of other’s soul; our hearts. To watch Alton Sterling unnecessarily take his last breaths laying on the ground covered with blood has outraged a community; a people. We see our husbands, fathers, sons, brothers, uncles, cousins and friends [easily] in this same predicament and we feel helpless; enslaved. We mourn.
I am not quite sure what my part is in seeking justice. I am not quite sure how I will join in on this war of terrorism against black people; people of color. I will seek. I will join. What I am certain of is that I will no longer “take stake” or believe that we don’t have the power to be free of this bullshit. The circus need to be over!