If a blind man tells you it’s difficult to shop for groceries, you believe him.
If a bmx rider tells you it’s hard to take a turn on a bike with mud in his wheels, you believe him.
If a dog breeder tells you that certain breeds don’t get along in the yard, you believe them.
If a soldier says it’s hard to be thousands of miles from their family, you believe them.
When a figure skater says that learning to do a double axle is difficult you believe them.
You believe them.
Because you KNOW that you don’t know.
So why when a minority or marginalized demographic tells you what they experience do you stand in disbelief?
There is evidence of what they say.
Centuries of history.
Acts on camera.
Laws of old.
But you don’t believe them.
I can only draw one conclusion.
You have something to cover or something to lose
You have too much pride and can’t admit that you’re wrong
You’re misinformed or naive.
You don’t know.
When I ask people to be objective, they can do it in any area outside of race and religion it seems.
I have a dog and you don’t? Let me tell you about dogs.
I have a degree and you don’t? Let me educate you.
Those who attempt to discredit what the persecuted claim to experience don’t seem to give it a second of thought.
It seems simple.
The 60’s weren’t long ago.
We aren’t perfect.
In comparison to other countries longevity, the United States is a teenager.
Our rebellion for the sake of liberty brought us into being.
That spirit is dying in some of us.
Half of us have aged without wisdom and turned into a comfortable and fat middle aged man with a desk and health insurance.
To keep his job he has to obey. Fall in line. Forget his dreams.
Thank God (if you have one) for the rest of us.
We won’t let that fighting spirit die.
That brave spark that screams, “GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH!”
And while you’re at it. Give it to my brothers and sisters as well.
Closed doors and closed minds feed the glutton and the bigot.
How can we stand for the anthem that depicts us as the home of the brave as we shut our doors to those who cry in desperate shrieks for assylum, all because we are AFRAID of a handful of terrorists that may resemble them.
I love my country.
I love that flag.
That’s why we speak up.
Because only an arrogant fool could say we are perfect and have no need to improve.
We were once a world ruler on the basis of moral authority.
Every one of those things is under fire.
That is why we rise. And, that is why we respectfully kneel.
This country isn’t what it was or could be.
So we let it be known that we are aware.
We are aware and loud so that our government might make a change.
No one is harmed. No one is dying for our protest.
Other than Heather Heyer. Eric Garner. Michael Brown. Laquan Mcdonald. Tamir Rice. Walter Scott. Freddie Gray. Sandra Bland. Alton Sterling. Philando Castile. Terrance Crutcher. Or any of the 309 black people killed by police in this country in 2016.
Or the many mentally ill or disabled Americans who were fatally wounded because they couldn’t communicate.
Hate and prejudice did this.
But it lives in the hearts of ill informed men.
Inequality is not a myth. Or an excuse.
It’s a reality and just because you haven’t experienced it doesn’t mean it isn’t real.
Many have seen it and been brave enough to stand against it.
What do they have to gain by protesting it?
Why would they make it all up?
More hateful words?
They aim for equality and Justice.
They want this country to be what that anthem dictates!
They want those words to be true.
I used to cry when I heard it played in an arena.
I believed that anthem when I was young.
Now I cry because we have strayed so far from those values.
We’ve become the antithesis of what we once believed in.
The day of the white man in charge has got to end. Others have proven to be just as valuable.
If you can’t play on an even playing field, that’s your fault, not theirs.
They want and deserve those inaliable rights.
The pursuit of justice.