LOVE DON'T LIVE HERE (AMERICA) ANYMORE! DID IT EVEN EXIST?

Picture it (actually you don’t have to it all on social media or your nearest television).  Charlottesville, Va. A group of white supremacists meets up with a group of anti-white supremacists.  Violence ensues which results in the death of Heather Heyer (Rest in Power).  After Heyer’s death America does what she always does. Ignores the problem and encourages everyone to go straight to the healing.  I know this sh*t sucks and many of us are doing the best we can to cope with our emotions but the common theme to get through this is “love”.  We hear some variation of how we need to love each other or if only we just love each other etc. 

 

Over ten years ago The Black Eyed Peas (featuring Justin Timberlake) asked a simple but very important question, “Where is the love?”  But who knew that Rose Royce would answer the question almost 30 years before it was even asked “Love don’t live here anymore!”.  How do I know? Let’s have a brief history moment.  Over 500 years ago when Christopher Columbus (or whatever white person they give credit to) found this land and encounter the native people who had been inhabiting it.  White people decided that they wanted this land so they just took it. In the process of taking the land they enslaved, raped or killed the natives.  When the natives could no longer survive their carnage they decided to import some more people (courtesy of Africa) who they continue to enslaved, raped or killed.

 

This destruction of Africans continued for hundreds of years until the Civil War finally ended the brutal institution of slavery.  Black people were free but didn’t enjoy their freedom.  White people were resentful as hell doing everything in their power to keep black people from living their best lives (taking things that belong to them or just killing them).  For the next 100 years black people watch their loved ones die, cross burn on their property, and being denied their basic rights until several black people (Malcolm X, MLK, the Black Panthers) decided enough was enough and took the streets where they were met with angry (hateful) white people who were willing to stop black people once again from living their best lives. 

 

Fast forward 40 or 50 years later (give or take) America elects her first black President Barack Obama.  President Obama became a symbol of hope with many black people thinking America has finally turned the corner.  She has finally lived up to everything she promised to be.  White people couldn’t just enjoy that hell no!  A white man (or Latinx when he wants to be) called George Zimmerman decided to murder a young black boy by the name of Trevon Martin. Another white police officer decided to kill an even younger black boy by the name of Tamir Rice.  A white man called Dylan Roof decided to walk into the house of the Lord and kill 9 black people.  I could go on and on but this sh*t is depressing (but you get the point).

 

I said all of this to say (shout out to Taxstone) that there is no love in America. So instead of trying to force black people to grieve instantly after a tragic incident white people should talk their friends and family about how to treat people who are different from them (or just leave them the hell alone). I know that it can be hard for some because America doesn’t have a history of love but we all can learn.