Brother and sisters, Donald Trump, is scared, scared of your voice, scared of your voice at the voting booth, scared of the power that voice carries. So scared he is doing any and everything to silence your voice. Remember, brother and sisters, the right to vote wasn’t always available to us, and when it was, some tried as the GOP and Trump try to do today to silence it. They passed laws such as Louisiana in 1896 when it passed the “grandfather clauses” to keep former slaves and their descendants from voting. As a result, registered black voters drops from 44.8% in 1896 to 4.0% four years later. Mississippi, South Carolina, Alabama, and Virginia follow Louisiana’s lead by enacting their grandfather clauses. They tried to intimidate us, and the blood of our ancestors was shed at their hands, such as in 1965 when John Lewis and more than 500 non-violent civil rights marchers were attacked by law enforcement officers while attempting to march from Selma to Montgomery, Alabama, to demand the need for African American voting rights. Make no mistake; brother and sisters, this election is not only for our country’s soul but also for protecting all we have fought for. Rights that should have been ours without a fight but required one nevertheless. Rights that GOP, through federal judicial appointments, are looking to dismantle brick by brick. We can not afford to sit on our vote, to mute our voice. It is what they want; it is what they are actively trying to accomplish. They are scared, brothers, and sisters of our voice. So let them hear our voice as it scream this November – no more, your time is done!
America’s financial system, as highlighted by the COVID 19 pandemic.
COVID 19 hits the economy; the average American loses job or has hours drastically cut. They fall behind on credit cards and rent. They ask the banks for a loan to get them through this tough time. The banks tell them their current income doesn’t qualify. They tell the banks their income is only down because of the pandemic. The banks tell them they were fiscally irresponsible; they should have been planning for a rainy day; this is why they’re a bad risk. They fall further behind on their credit cards, banks report it to credit bureaus, their credit is destroyed for several years.
COVID 19 hits the economy: big business immediately loses revenue because rather than using their profits from prior years to pay off debts and save for a rainy day, the big four airlines, for example, grew their combined liabilities to $166 billion, all while spending $39 billion on share repurchases to bid up their stock prices and enrich their executives. The government says no biggie here is a big bailout paid for by the taxpayers who are suffering financially due to this crisis. Big business asks, doesn’t it matter that we were fiscally irresponsible and didn’t maintain a low debt-to-equity ratio? Of course, not, says the government, we will always be there for you.
The greatest trick some of the wealthy, powerful, and elite of the Republican Party ever pulled off was to convince many of the poor, powerless and ordinary members of their party they were one of them. But they aren’t, never have been, never will be. Let me break It down for you.
Will always be able to get a safe abortion for their wives or mistresses;
Will always have access to the best health care;
Would never let you move within 25 miles of them; they have to watch those property taxes;
Would never let your son or daughter date their son or daughter; no poor white trash, thank you;
Would never give up even one of their tax breaks so you could get a little more in your paycheck;
Would never admit that some of them are, in fact, those LGBT individuals they love to hate so much.
They’ve convinced you that you’re losing your America when it never was your America. It has always been their America and theirs alone, and they use you as pawns to make sure it stays that way.
The aroma of french vanilla wafted from my coffee mug, and the sound of raindrops dancing on my window filled the air. It’s another lazy Saturday morning, and I have so much to be thankful for in these turbulent times. My health, job, home, and of course, my family and friends. Yet I feel something is missing—that special person to share my life with, the sound of children laughing. Having been blessed with so much, just the thought of feeling incomplete makes me uncomfortable. Who am I to feel incomplete when so many in the world today have so much less and are suffering? As a result, I keep the feeling of loneliness deep inside, never letting anyone know my true feelings. However, on mornings like this, keeping my emotions trapped inside me can prove to be incredibly difficult. As I sit sipping on my coffee and look forlornly out the window at the raindrops dancing on my windows, my mind pushes aside all I have been blessed with and focusses on my feelings of solitude. I am determined to see my glass as half full, but I cannot lie; it is often difficult. If only I had the strength to share my feelings, not be concerned with others’ judgment, to not be so guilt-ridden for feeling this way. If only I weren’t so good at hiding my emotions, perhaps someone would see the tears my smile hides and ask what’s wrong? I take the last sip of my coffee, sigh, and vow to myself not to let this get the best of me, to concentrate only on that which brings me happiness. So why do I feel so sad?
There’s a chill in the air tonight, but it’s warm in my bed because you’re here with me; the look in your eyes warming me like a summer night as we cuddle, talk and laugh. There has never been anyone like you before, and I hope I never have to wonder again will I find anyone like you. The others all had their qualities, but none compare to you. Each kiss we share, each time you smile, only confirms that my heart belongs to you. I don’t know everything, but this I know is true.
There’s a chill in the air tonight, and my bed feels especially chilly because you’re not here with me. It’s true, I still think about you, and how we would cuddle on nights like this, talking and laughing. The look in your eyes warming me like a summer night. There was never anyone like you before, and while there have been others, there has never been anyone like you since. The others all had qualities that made them unique, and though I know I shouldn’t have, when I compared them to you, they could never quite measure up to you. Each kiss only reminded me of the kisses we shared. Each smile only made me long for yours that much more. I suppose the thought of you and what we had will always haunt me. My heart still belongs to you. If that is a good or bad thing, I don’t know, but I know it is true.
The movie character Rocky Balboa said It’s not about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward.
You have hit us hard.
Shackled us in the chains of bondage
Lynched us under cover of night
Brutalized us for the color of our skin
Beat us when we demanded to be treated as equals
Oppressed us economically
Marginalized us socially
Devalued our lives
But we keep moving forward.
Does that surprise you? It shouldn’t. We are a unique people; our indomitable spirit keeps us moving forward in the face of all things done against us. It is a spirit that not only keeps us moving forward; it has protected and strengthened us. It is a spirit that screams WE ARE BLACK EXCELLENCE!