Never Forget

In honor of Black History Month, I had to dedicate at least one blog to my people.  I just think that people tend to forget what our ancestors dealt with and fought for.  It was not merely evil glares at corner stores.  It was not merely having to work 10 times as hard as our white counterparts to make half as much.  They were MURDERED, RAPED, KIDNAPPED, stripped of all they knew.  Our people had to live in fear.  Had to fight everyday.  We take so much for granted.  Complain about the little bits of injustice we deal with and are too lazy to stand up and continue the fight that greats like Harriet Tubman, Nat Turner, and Dr. King fought so long ago.
Take a look at these images.





















The evidence of the suffering endured by slaves.

A handsome 14 year old boy beaten literally to a bloody pulp.

Four little angles who's bodies were blown up and burned in a church!

Young people being hosed down like dogs.

Men, someone's daddy, son, brother, husband, being hung from a tree as the white folks stand there watching, laughing.





We gave up, we gave in.  We need to remember and continue that fight.  Our people are still suffering today.  And we need to know the strength that is our people.  Know where you come from.  We are Black America, not Barbies and Martians.

I wish I could be more articulate and say more, but a picture is worth 1,000 words.