Let Your Life Become Your Living Legacy

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Hi Beautiful,

I am ashamed. At my complacency. At my culpability in what has transpired in our nation.

We are blessed to be a generation that arrived after the battle for civil rights was already "won"...

And we grew up without the fear of crosses being burned on our lawns and little brown children being hung from the nearest tree for playing with a little white girl. (Unless you live in the south and are still experiencing this to this today, for which I am gravely sorry.)

I experienced racism. Still do. But I did not, as a child, have to get down off the sidewalk and walk in the gutter when a white person passed by, like my mother and her mother did.

And for this gift I am grateful (so grateful you have no idea).

But I am also guilty.

I am guilty of having known less "dangerously" overt racism and, as such, having coasted along the sidelines of racial and social equalities throughout my life.

Sure, I fight for rights with my vote every whatever years.

And I speak up for those around me who are experiencing prejudice.

But I haven't been on the front lines.

I sometimes pretended that there even WERE front lines.

I am embarrassed by my ineptitude as a woman of color.

I am saddened by the fact that almost every other person of color and woman in the free world that I know are also not on the front lines.

Yes, I know there are some (thank you, Beautiful Ones). But the majority?

Complacent.

We have allowed ourselves to be lulled into a false sense of calm, to be placated by a system which always has its own interests at heart.

We thought that because our country elected its first Black president, that we could shove our heads back in the sand and pat ourselves on the back for a job well done.

Really? What exactly have WE done?

We voted (thank God)... But most of us stopped there.

We do not remember what it was to march on Washington alongside the great leaders of old, understanding that this is an ONGOING battle for human rights.

It matters not the color of your skin but, as Martin Luther King Jr stated, the content of your character.

And I am ashamed to say that my content has been found wanting.

I drank the koolaid.

I believed the hype.

...I knew things weren't perfect by far. ...I knew we had a long way to go. ...I knew people were being beaten and molested and killed. ...I knew that evil was alive and well.

But I let myself abdicate my throne.

I gave up my power and waited around for someone else to "save" us.

I am not waiting any longer.

I do not have the answer.

I do not have the cure.

But I do know that evil wins when good sits around waiting for someone else to do the work and bring justice to the trodden.

Our planet NEEDS us.

Our families NEED us.

Our nations NEED us.

This is not an American thing.

This is a HUMAN thing.

We must rise up and do the work that we came here to do.

If you don't know what that work is, hire a mentor and find out. Read more. Join community causes. Travel and talk to people of other nations and learn about the atrocities against human rights that are taking place all around the world (and in your own back yard).

We cannot wait for other people to do what needs to be done.

We are the ones we have been waiting for.

What do you believe in?

STAND FOR THAT.

Let your life become your living legacy.

...Love more.

...Show compassion.

...Feel your fear and move forward anyways.

...Get help.

...Get GOD.

Believe that you CAN make a difference, right here, right now.

If nothing else, let this horror show bring you to your knees.

Ask what God would have of you.

Ask to be freed of whatever is standing in your way. Ask for mercy and for grace.

Ask to be MOVED so that you can move others.

Ask for the strength and the LOVE to walk your path.

Ask for the resilience to begin now.

Loving you. N

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