It’s that time again, where if you are not actively angered that people in this country are being targeted by cops (professional police??),  because of their color, race, religion, sexual orientation than you are seriously confused. This is war, brought on good black citizens with permits and nice cars driving with daughters and mothers and aunts. They are being killed and when it gets to court, well, “it was a mixed race jury, what can anyone do?” So they die, people say “Oh, so sorry.” or “Surely they must have done something to antagonize the “Professional” law keepers?” All of the question marks are extended again and people scream racism and go home to dinner where they don’t turn their TVs on until their show, because it’s just too much. Yeah, I’m white. I’m angry. I’m so angry I’ve already started letter writing. My mother is so angry she’s sent money to the ACLU and the Southern Poverty Law Center and sends it every month out of her pension because it is important. And nothing the two of us can do will stop these executions without the rest of our citizens acting. We started yelling in Ferguson, Alexandria, Prince Georges County, New York, Kentucky, Baltimore, DC, Alexandria, Florida, and many more places, and nothing changes. People just give it a week or two and it starts all over.

Oh dear, I see a pattern here. I’ve taught patterns to kids. Kids see the patterns. I’m supposed to tell them that the police are the good guys and girls. Guess what. I can’t do that any more. It only takes one bad cop to kill the reputation of all the hard working ones. I know there are good cops, I celebrate them. I want to see them act against those who don’t follow our laws. But I can’t tell kids to trust someone who could very well killing them. I tell them, do what the cops say. Put your hands up. Don’t move until you’re told. I don’t want any children or men or women having to be told not to trust. But we can’t trust, not if this trait continues.

Want to know why black neighbors aren’t talking as much with their white neighbors? Read the news. Look at the video on the computers. What do they see? BENGAZHI. Four people died doing their jobs. More die overseas in Afghanistan all the time. People are bombing people because of religion, color, and guess what? It’s okay as long as it is overseas and not close.

It’s not okay, folks. We’re supposed to be one of the best countries in the world. But we don’t have safety, or happiness, or equal education, or the ability to earn a solid income. We don’t have people protecting our elders, or teens, or battered wives. We just keep encouraging people like, yes, I will say his name, TRUMP who encourages people to hate and fear and not trust and to be violent and never take responsibility. We are exposed to stupid nonsense, politicized nonsense, we’re told the world isn’t our fault, that someone else is responsible. Wrong. We celebrate ignorance and think it’s funny.

It’s the people who don’t respond, oh, they might care, but they don’t do anything to change the world. My hat goes out to the black population who take to the streets. My hat goes out to the others, like my son, who won’t put up with others being hurt. My heart goes out to anyone with a phone who records these things and keeps the pressure up on a Republican congress that wants someone else to be in charge. Our neighbor’s lives are being ruined. WHY?

Just help do something, and make sure no one forgets. I’ve used my big brush and labeled us all. I rarely if ever use this brush, but I’m angry and hurt. And saying sorry doesn’t fix things, neither does praying.