What's Going On

"Mother, mother, there's too many of you crying. Brother, brother, brother, There's far too many of you dying. You know we've got to find a way to bring some lovin' here today ." - - Marvin Gaye

I just had a great talk with some black mothers at SOAR about the state of Black America. We've got to do better.

It's on this generation to bring us back to the days when we still had that hunger. Until the 80s we were so driven. What we don't see is that, though The Man "gave" us affirmative action, he also gave us crack (no quotation marks that second time). That led to a generation of fiends, crack babies, gang rivalries, and black on black crime, all of which was unprecedented. On top of all that, our strength was taken from us: the black men. Don't get me wrong... I love my black women, but right when black men were getting strong, right when they had a King, an X, a Marshall to emulate, the rug was pulled out from under them.

We can't let that happen again. We have a president in office who is letting all these kids know that they can do any and everything that they want. So what is probably going to happen? The system is going to try to pull us back under. Look at the constant increase in the cost of education. We blame it on a recession, but I think it is more than that. In the eyes of the "powers" that be (all true power lies in His hands), there are too many black students and poor students going to college. We have come to the realization that education is key. Knowledge leads to change. The root of the word knowledge is know. We now know that we can reach any position in this nation. So what can stop us from getting there? Honestly, nothing but propaganda and self-detriment. And that's what we are being fed... propaganda. Listen to the music that is thrown into our communities; Wacka Flocka? Gucci Mane? Soulja Boy? (I don't mean to go in on the southern rappers but the aforementioned guys are the worst lyrically). Music is motivation. Our parents' or grandparents' generation had Marvin Gaye and Al Green and Aretha Franklin. We have our lyricists too but they work they do is nullified by these cats singing about their pretty boy swag.

Anyway, I have been ranting. But I guess that's what blogging is... venting. Just some food for thought. Let it digest.


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