The 20th Anniversary Of The Million Man March

Saturday, October 10,  2015                                                                                      Washington, D.C.                                                                                                              Justice Or Else                                                                                                                                                  

As I listened to all of the guest speakers on this day, and as I waited to see and hear The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan, I was surrounded by a sea of beautiful people, united for justice.  United in love for one another. Brotherhood and Sisterhood was abundant, and love showed its glory on this day.

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Photo Credit: myquietfire.com, Washington, D.C.

Photo Credit: myquietfire.com, Washington, D.C.

Photo Credit: myquietfire.com, Washington, D.C.

 

Just Thinking Aloud About Sandra Bland

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Photo Credit: Sandra Bland Via Google Images

“We know the road to freedom has always been stalked by death.” – Angela Davis

     Yesterday, Sandra Bland was laid to rest. Another Black body was laid to rest. Another Black body was murdered. Another Black body that leaves me full of questions that I want answers to. What happened? Why is it that Sandra Bland was in jail alive one minute, and the next minute she was dead?

So many heartbreaking questions fill my head.

Why can’t we just BE?

     The list of things that Black folks can’t do is getting longer, with every Black body laid to rest. This list sends a message that Black folks are supposed to bow down to white supremacy and stay in our so-called place, like we’re living in the days of the master oppressing the slave. Fuck that shit! Just walking down the street seems to send a signal of, “I’m a threat.” My, no, our, articulate, intelligent, and wonderful  selves are threatening to some folks. Our Black bodies just standing still are threatening to some folks. What it seems that we can’t do, is show our intelligence, our assertiveness, and our independence. And after Sandra Bland rightfully showed hers, she is no longer here. It makes me wonder how long will I be here? And who will be next?

So many heartbreaking questions fill my head.

Why did Sandra Bland have to die?

     I was born and raised in America (wait…Amerikkka), and I feel like I have no home. I never really feel at home. Never really feel at ease. Never really know when white supremacy will take my last breath, like it took Sandra Bland’s. And as her death is being investigated by those of “The Law”, I wonder how many of them wear a white sheet when they go home at the end of the day? It’s going to be a long road to freedom, justice, and equality.

     I don’t have time to have an ounce of fear, as there’s work to do. You better believe I will continue traveling down that long road towards freedom, justice, and equality. I don’t have time for doubt either. But I have plenty of time to have faith and hope. I have plenty of time to have strength and courage. I’ll need all four, as I do what I must in 0rder to survive. But I can’t stop at survival. I have to do what I must to be able to live FREELY. I am not an animal to be hunted. We are not animals to be killed for sport. I must do all that I can to make sure that it is understood that BLACK LIVES DO MATTER JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE’S. MY life matters. Sandra Bland’s life STILL matters. I owe Sandra Bland my all and my best.

     Sandra Bland may be physically gone, but her strength, courage, and shining light will certainly live on.

“I think the importance of doing activist work is precisely because it allows you to give back and to consider yourself not as a single individual who may have achieved whatever, but to be a part of an ongoing historical movement.”  – Angela Davis

I Can’t Help But Wonder. Will I Be The Next Victim?

     Earlier today, I saw a blog post regarding the tragic, but all too familiar event of another victim murdered by the hands of racial injustice. Her name was Sandra Bland. I left a response to this blog post stating that it seems like Black men and women are being hunted and murdered, as if hunting and murdering people is a sport. I made a promise that I’ll do everything that I can to help bring about freedom, justice, and equality in this unjust world that we live in.

     As the list of Black bodies that didn’t matter gets a little longer each month (along with the growing list of activities that Black people apparently can not do), let us say a prayer for them all, and let us say a prayer for all of us. Now is the time to act. It’s been time. It’s always time. Now is the time to act, and bring about the change that we want to see. My name is Samara Marie Douglas, but I am Sandra Bland. Being Black in America proves to be complex, as well as dangerous. And as I sit here and write these words, I can’t help but to wonder will I be the next victim?

     I’ve been an elementary educator for 20 years now, and incorporating weekly classroom community meetings into my day has proven to be an effective practice for me to get kids started on the road towards fighting for freedom, justice, and equality. Our classroom community is a safe haven for my students to express their innermost thoughts. It’s a space for them to express what they don’t understand about our world. It’s a space for them to ask questions about what they don’t understand, and to get answers. Our classroom community meetings give my students a chance to be heard and to be listened to. Our meetings help students understand that their voices are powerful. The power in their voices can fuel a fire to fight inequality and other ills of society, even at their young age. It’s never too early to start a crusade for change.

     In our classroom community meetings, students have the opportunity to learn about the world in which we live, and to understand where they fit within our world. With this, comes knowledge of self and self confidence, which is needed to help them internalize that their lives do matter. Their words matter. This is their world too. During our meetings, students have the opportunity to brainstorm ways that they can make a difference in our world, starting now. It is my hope that my students remeber what they learn in our weekly meetings, and transfer these ideas out into the real world one day.

     My hope is for my students to be the next Freedom Fighters. We’ve been traveling on a long road towards our rights of freedom, justice, and equality. It seems to be an infinite road with an uncertain end point. All we can do is put in work to get there and have faith. Someone has to continue this fight when we can no longer. The fight for these 3 deserved rights must go on. The fight for freedom, justice, and equality must go on for Sandra Bland and all of the other Black lives that didn’t matter.

     I dedicate this post to my 5th graders who just graduated, and are now moving on to middle school. As I said at graduation, I’m very proud of all of you. I believe in all of you. I love you all. You were the best 5th graders ever. May you continue on your journey to be the best that you can be.

Sincere Thank You

It’s nearing the end of 2014. Another year has come and gone. The time has come for me to say my “Thank You” to everyone. I truly appreciate you taking the time to visit my site, liking my posts, and leaving comments for me. I don’t consider myself a poet, but poetry has been a way of expressing my thoughts and coping with my emotions since I was a teenager.

2014 has been an emotional roller coaster for me and others around the world. I have certainly shed my share of tears out of both fear and sorrow. It may be my naive thinking, but as bleek as our “justice” system is here in the U.S., I still believe that one day we will have a such thing as a fair and just legal system, and we will all be free. I still have hope and stars in my eyes. If this is only a dream, then let me dream it to be able to carry on. Only time will tell if true justice will ever be seen.

While waiting for justice to show it’s face, in the meantime, my heart is weary and I’m tired. But still, I must move forward with my head held high.

In spite of the world’s cruelty and troubles, may 2015 be a productive and successful year for you all.