In honor of the fourth, I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about what it means to be American. From the very first moment I think about the red, white, and blue, I also must think about the color of my skin, Black. What does America mean to me?
Yesterday I wrote about Religious Bystanders in Politics and racked my brain thinking of the different fields that need immediate change. Last week, a close friend asked me if I had the power to make anything I say come true without consequence, what would I do?
This weekend I spent a lot of time just existing. It’s good to take some time off of writing to recharge the battery and refill the heart. In the midst of that, I found myself hurting. The more stories I read of misfortune, the more my heart hurts. I really question shouldn’t every Christian feel the same?
One of the most eye-opening moments in my life was when I was sitting in the audience of Marc Lamont Hill speaking on Martin Luther King Day. I initially didn’t know what to expect but he eventually let me stunned as he ended the speech about activism and the concept of Ubuntu.
While I have been studying politics for nearly four years at this point, I am still a relative neophyte to the national players and inner-workings of Washington. Recently, I was asked, how do I feel about women in Politics? In short, I love women in Politics.
A few months ago, I wrote a Letter to My Son, a lot of it was about how to be a healthy man, devoid of toxic masculinity, highlighting some of the most important lessons I’ve learned. Today, I write this one to him when he gets older. P.S. You can check my letters to my daughter and black women here.
There is a common misconception in the media about black people and the police. Some people trust them, some hate them, and some are indifferent. Growing up in Detroit, I was indifferent. A lot of my personal interactions were good. Police came to school to talk, Police Athletic League, and some of the officers I knew. Yet, the hardest part was knowing that I was lucky.
Following the full acquittal of countless officers killing unarmed, innocent, or mentally ill Black people nationwide visibly for the last few years, I tend to go through emotional phases. Sometimes I am angry, dejected, depressed, contemplative, confused, frustrated, and even moved to action. However, since I’ve been getting deeper into my Bible, I’ve struggled with something.
I had planned to write about SZA’s CTRL album as I’ve been listening to at, reading the lyrics, and finding interviews all week. However, I find myself with a heavy heart today. The murder of Philando Castile by Officer Jeronimo Yanez reached complete acquittal of all charges today. I’m sick.
“From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.”
In popular culture, there is continually a debate on whether celebrities are role models. Does Rihanna or Meryl Streep have the right to speak on political matters? Is there an inherent responsibility of popularity, leadership, or influence? Does politics belong in sports, music, art, or entertainment? What’s the unwritten requirement of fame and power? Should people speak up and should we allow it?