No justice no peace
No justice no peace
No justice no peace
Rings in my head this morning as I think about stepping into my power, as I think about my responsibilities and beliefs. I can’t sleep the same anymore knowing I haven’t done my part in changing the world. “Fuck them” just doesn’t do it anymore because I am no longer angry, and I’m way past sad.
Now I’m ready, no more asking for justice, human rights, and for the right to thrive in America. Now I am ready to take peace into my own hands. I realize justice is not given, power is not given, respect is not given. It is all demanded. No more asking for reparations for my ancestors and the modern-day slavery, no more asking for credit for this white country built off of black and brown people’s enslavement. To hell with your system and the rules, your laws, and your due processes. None of it works for me or my people.
Being a firm believer in human rights, they are birth born rights why do I need to ask for them? Why do I need to stand in a court and plead for them? The privilege it must be to be able to exist without being a ‘Nigga’ in America. As a person who loves and values my peace, I know that there’s a time for peace and a time for destruction. And it is now time for Pluto to bless the United States of America. Death to the 400-year-old systems and rebirth to an America that I will actively work with my community to create. It feels irresponsible clocking into my 9-5 without doing anything to directly benefit my community.
This edition is a call to power because we must rise up and find it in the cracks and crevices of our soul, we must call on our ancestors and other light beings, we must work in unison with other minorities and honor their rights in our fight to rebuild the America that we dream of. I am incredibly excited knowing I will be apart of restoring humankind. Working as a team has always been hard for me until now. Knowing divide and conquer is real. I call on my extended family from all backgrounds with all your experiences and dreams.
As a community of POC, we need to be ready to listen and offer support to all. We need to focus on restoring our energy for our fight and using it effectively, because the simple fact is, there will not be peace for a long time in our communities and there is a war waged on the people of color in America. As I write this article today, my voice is gone for now, and yet I can sleep again after a weekend of protesting and organizing with my community.
Almost as if my ancestors have accepted my work towards the movement. I carry all their energy with me, and as I go to war for my people and hold the people accountable for their silence and injustices even on a local level, my guides are there also. Knowing I am using my powerful voice and making a difference has brought me peace, even in knowing that it’s going to get much worse. I rather die than lay down my god-given rights to the people who profit off of my culture but don’t respect my pain. No longer sharing the last words of dying citizens, no more saying “I can’t breathe“ at a protest, no more asking for mercy and consideration and being more trained than officers.
It is important to be mindful at all times as we march through the streets to break the tension in the air. Racism and Genocide is no longer food you can smell, they are serving that on a platter. It is important to recognize your privilege when marching and protesting. For our allies, it is important that you are following and watching the back of the people you march with, Stop Inciting Violence. As I walked this weekend, I was faced with Allies who wanted to destroy property to make a statement, with a group of minors and underprivileged people of color.
These people had the resources. Their arrest would be looked upon like bravery and they had an institution behind them that could protect them. My people do not have that privilege, we have everything to lose. If I see a brother, sister, or an ally being attacked, I am ready to defend them no matter the consequences because this is my everyday reality. We can lose our jobs, our homes, our families, and most importantly the right to breathe.
But what I am not willing to do is a march with people who came out only for clout, the people who are bored because they’ve been sitting in quarantine. Stay at home, because you are no longer an ally once you go into war with people without the same intentions in mind. The same people going out at night are not the same people showing their face during the day.
It is absolutely absurd that my community has to depend on non-profits to make up for the lack of resources available, things such as education, food, housing, and legal services. We pay just as much if not more in taxes than the white community. The fact that we have to pay for bail for “peaceful protestors” is absurd, especially when the money is being recycled back into arresting our people. The money is being used to fund our enemies who shoot my people in the head with rubber bullets for fun, who encourage running over protesters.
Humanity has left the building the past few weeks, and people are letting their hate shine. I honestly don’t see how we can continue to try to cheat a system that is working against us. How many more letters must we write to elected officials, how many more votes must we cast for the lesser of evils? Our people are dying in the streets, the whole system must be destroyed and rebuilt, and my people no longer want a cash settlement for reparations.
We no longer want a piece of land. We want this whole motherfucking country. I’ll take the White House instead, and no I’m not asking for permission, my ancestors built it. We are taking a page out of the white history books they forced us to read, only leaving 2 pages for MLK and not even acknowledging how they murdered him. There are people actively trying to make the world worse, they’re not taking a day off, how can I?
