COLORED PEOPLE:
The STRIPES of Healing
Founding Statement:
This biweekly newsletter will seek to explain the pain and suffering mainly people of color endure through no fault of their own. The dehumanizing excuses our people always seem to elicit from people in power that make our Christian Brothers and Sisters accept their reasoning as if it was uttered by the Almighty. Lastly what I see with my own eyes begs the question from my conscience. “Are we loving or can we really love our neighbor as ourselves”.
Written by: Victor E. Moseley
Email: vemoseley@landcause.com
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Issue 50: A Bit of What It Must Have Felt Like
I let my grass grow out a little. I got a warning from the city. What I didn’t expect was a spiritual lesson. A gift? Something to further humble and quiet my mind. To caution and temper my pursuit of even greater success in life. That goal of financial stability beyond just having my needs met. I spent my morning and afternoon all the way pass 7 o’clock pm in my yard during the hottest part of the day.
Let me tell you something. When I started I almost gave up. Don’t get me wrong. Being Black came in handy. I know how that sounds, but stay with me as I go make my point. Even though I got the yard back up to code; the grass was still too high for me. I wanted the Sun to burn it in place. In order for that to happen, I like my grass as low as possible. The clippings were a curse in the backyard. I had to rake all I could in piles. Then I had to get on my hands and knees and bag them.
That’s when my mind started ‘acting’ out on me. Why do I have to do this when I could pay for another grass cutting job? I’m sweating like a dog. I smelled as musty as I did as a teenage boy. Here it comes. I’m better than this. This nigger don’t work in ‘master’s’ field!
Then it hit me. I was getting just a taste. A small introduction to what the conditions were slaving in the fields on plantation after plantation in the hot Sun. Oh, I know. Just cause you slaved over finishing one field didn’t mean you were done. There were other fields that needed to be worked because ‘master’ had many friends.
I almost gave up. Yeah. Here I am working my own yard and I’m about to give up! Yes. You know my background is public housing and military and I do not give up. So I kept raking and bagging clippings while my lower back was mad at me and wouldn’t let me forget it.
Wow! I actually thought that. Then I started to understand the lesson I was being taught. That single mother working two jobs all day on her feet shouldn’t have to beg for respect from Republicans because she needs a little assistance to make the money ‘make’ it. The grandmother still working at one of the ‘big box’ stores because her husband didn’t make sure she would be taken care of financially before he died. The ‘immigrant’ fleeing persecution in their native land working in a meat plant just wanting to live without being tortured by ‘masked’ secret police.
I know the Republicans love to make their money off of fear mongering and demonizing people with darker shades of skin. I will tell all my Republican ‘slingers’ of evil.
The Devil will come knocking for his ‘cut’ someday. Let me tell you a secret how the Devil likes to ‘split’ the pot of gold. When you ‘hand’ the Devil his ‘cut’. Make sure the Devil didn’t record you name in his ‘Book’. The Devil’s ‘Book’ is burned after he records your name. The Devil just adds another page and burns it after saying your name. Hint. He doesn’t need to keep records.
The Devil just collects ignorant souls that believed all their lives the evil they did wouldn’t end in consequences. That’s why the Devil doesn’t remember any soul he collects you stupid fools. He doesn’t need too!
Just saying Republicans. The Devil ain’t your friend!
Republicans. You do know ‘you reap what you sow’ works for the Devil as well right?