Where does discrimination come from?
Why do we allow people to suffer?
What is the belief that allows us to kill?
When was the last time you admitted you were wrong?
Where was the last place you cried?
Why can't our leaders hear people ask for their freedom?
What will people say about you behind your back?
When will racism end?
"I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality." – Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
The other day a man woke up.
He may have had a plan for how that day may have wound up, but…
We all can recognize that how it ended up was not what he intended.
Like so many people before him, fate chooses us without asking.
George Floyd woke that day and did not know he would be dead before the sunset.
George's life, like so many of ours, is lived day by day.
Yes, we have an idea of where we want to go, but getting there remains hidden.
Only a few superficial people ever believe they are important.
None of us wake up and say I'm the best.
Well, almost none of us.
No, we each try to get a piece of happiness each day.
Some days it works out others it don't.
George Floyd was murdered by the police.
The police woke that day and didn't know they were going to start a fire that would burn around our collective consciousness.
I can't breathe rings in those policemen's ears.
I can't breathe rings in the streets of America.
I can't breathe rings in the hearts of people across the world.
Dr. King was right.
The dark night would not hold its power over the hearts of humanity forever.
If there is a night, there will be a dawn.
Those that were faithful to pursue justice for all carried the light of truth before us.
The truth being racism will never end.
However, the arbiter of racism is justice equally applied to all.
We have a lot of old rules in this Republic.
Rules meant to keep one People in power.
Yet over there just two weeks ago, the sunlight of justice comes up on the horizon.
That sunlight makes all those rules of the past now appear to be foolish, full of holes, old, dusty racist ideals.
Rules wrote can be unwritten by better ideas.
People in the street marching towards that brotherhood of man.
George Floyd blew a trumpet blast and brought down the walls.
Hero's are not created; they happen.
Let freedom ring in the morning's holy light.
As George's six-year-old daughter said, "Daddy changed the world."
Peace
DFrey
