I’m tired, guys. I really am just at a loss trying to comprehend why this keeps happening to my people. Terence Crutcher, an unarmed Black man, was yet another to be memorialized posthumously as a hashtag, when he was killed by a police officer last Friday. I spent a good portion of the morning yesterday shedding tears over the senseless loss of another Black life, grieving the lack of value on our lives and a man who could have been my brother, cousin or uncle. Apparently in 2016 in the United States of America, the purported “land of the free, home of the brave,” following a police officer’s command to lie on the ground with your hands up, or even just standing with your hands up in plain view, is enough to get you killed if you’re a Black person. When will it end? I don’t know if you’re like me, but when times get rough, I find solace in songs. I turn the volume way up so that the lyrics, the beat, the melody drown out the recurring thoughts of despair. This Wednesday Word No. 84, spotted on Twitter, is a line from Kendrick Lamar’s “Alright,” which directly references police brutality that has become a custom in modern times. I keep telling myself, “If God got us then we gon’ be alright,” trying to remember that my God is sovereign and in absolute control. I refuse to believe that our struggles are in vain. In the words of one of the greatest to ever do it, Tupac Shakur: “We ain’t meant to survive cause it’s a setup/ And even though you’re fed up/ Huh, ya got to keep your head up.” We win in the end.
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