The Prayers of Black Women: A Kiss from Heaven

The Prayers of Black Women: A Kiss from Heaven.

Humanity Should Never Be Defined by Color

Dearest . . . That is exactly what Bob Seay, a man from Colorado, successfully wrote about in a message to his friends on Facebook in the wake of a verdict over a non-black man shooting and killing a black teen.

I am sharing his words with you because they reflect my sentiments as well.  Happy reading!

Love:  Mom  

ImageI am not Trayvon Martin. 

 

I keep seeing people say, “I am Trayvon Martin.” I understand the sentiment. If that is you, then I respect that. 

 

I am not Trayvon Martin. I am a middle-aged, middle class, overweight white guy. I am also a teacher, and in 20 years of teaching, I have seen plenty of Trayvon Martins. More accurately, I have seen plenty of young men who fit the caricatured image that is being portrayed of this kid in the media, Left and Right. Fox News and MSNBC. I’m guessing that neither portrayal – saint or thug – is accurate. People are more complex than that. 

 

None of the Trayvon Martins that I know deserve to die. They may arouse suspicion, but your paranoia is not their crime. If they do commit a crime, they deserve to have a trial. Trayvon Martin’s jury consisted of one person. That is not how we are supposed to do things in America. Unfortunately, that is our reality. 

 

Here’s my point: You don’t have to be Trayvon Martin to know this is wrong. You don’t have to be black, or young, or a “troubled student” or a pot smoker to know this was murder. And you don’t have to be the parent of Trayvon Martin to know this was a gross miscarriage of justice. 

 

Let me be more blunt: This type of injustice will continue until enough guys like me – guys who are not Trayvon Martin – have had enough of it and finally say “No more.” 

 

You don’t have to be Trayvon Martin. 
You just have to be human.

Inspirational Fridays: Guy In The Glass Poem

Artist:  Unknown
Artist: Unknown

Dale Wimbrow

(1895-1954)

When you get what you want in your struggle for pelf,
And the world makes you King for a day,
Then go to the mirror and look at yourself,
And see what that guy has to say.

For it isn’t your Father, or Mother, or Wife,
Who judgement upon you must pass.
The feller whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the guy staring back from the glass.

He’s the feller to please, never mind all the rest,
For he’s with you clear up to the end,
And you’ve passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the guy in the glass is your friend.

You may be like Jack Horner and “chisel” a plum,
And think you’re a wonderful guy,
But the man in the glass says you’re only a bum
If you can’t look him straight in the eye.

You can fool the whole world down the pathway of years,
And get pats on the back as you pass,
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears
If you’ve cheated the guy in the glass.