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Just teach the truth. Stop with stupid books saying Africans came over looking for work. Stop it, just stop it, if your ears and eyes can't hear or see the truth, seek help, now. We were kidnapped, and all the horrific things people make movies about happen to us. That's truth. Stop trying to add other groups into our tragedy. We talk about the horror of the Holocaust, we didn't enslave Jewish people, so if you talk about that right, give us the same. I don't care it makes you feel uncomfortable, it happen, we can discern it wasn't you directly. Be truthful, just talk about real history that happened nobody asked yall thin skinned folk to dwell, but be truthful, it helps with the healing. Every day I learn something new about the History of these United States. Stand in your truth, peel back that bandaid so we can put some healing salve on it.

So a journalist wrote a scathing piece of the life history of George Floyd. It listed out every mistake and poor choice he made during his life. There were many. The journalist then said no he didn’t deserve to die, nor did he deserve a day, an invite to the White House and blah blah blah. I reflected on the words of the journalist and then, there is was glaring up at me. Blindness, you still fail to see that, this poor soul became a martyr due to the fact you refuse to see blue violence for what it is too often. The bullying, the hate of those communities which they feel are under them. Young children have fallen prey while playing with their toys, good citizens, sleeping, sitting, walking, driving, just existing, all while being Black or a person of color, you are continually blinded by your willful ignorance to believe there is a PROBLEM. I read the comments of those in agreement and felt, too many are still blind, you refuse to acknowledge it, even though, your daughte

I, us, didn't ask for a ...DAY. We asked for voting rights!, We ask for reforms, We asked for our narrative to be included in history, we asked for equal. We didn't ask for a day for they, them, those to hi-jack and make a car, or white sale. We ask that Justice for All, include us in the All. We celebrated the day by ourselves, we didn't extend no invitations and say come on board! It was just our thing, but randomly, ooh let's give them a day? It's like dating someone seriously for a while and when the time for committment arrives, you ask for an engagement ring and they give you a necklace.. It's like asking for a banana split with all the toppings and they bring you a fro-yo with granola. Could we once get what we asked for? It's like going to Burger King asking for a Whopper and getting a Big Mac, wassup with that. America do better. And we, us, me know the reason Juneteenth happen, They, them, those, knew people were to be freed, but greed

All of that to keep a life of grandeur by keeping others underfoot. The words, “our slaves”, how does or did that ever sound like the right thing? So growing up as a little black girl in these united states, my mom who hailed from the south talked about growing up, it’s what she didn’t say her or grand that stuck with me. They spoke in hushed tones about that “slavery spirit” of the Ole South. She let me read Gone with the Wind and later watch it and discern the things I needed to understand life as a person of color. Gone with the Wind taught me All I needed to know about the civil war, the ole south, and the feelings of whiteness. When the movie first came to t.v. my mommy and I watched it, as a child I noticed a few things, how happy the plantation owners were, how the only thing their sons and daughters had to do was be pretty and handsome. That every need was taken care of by, you guessed it us. I watched as little black girls like me, were fanning the pale skinned ladies

All this hard work motivating people to vote, to be active, to be a real part of change. We get a decent human and human helpers in, and suddenly they want to be Switzerland. We need to get everybody together, seriously? They, them and those had no problem, cutting down rules like a heavy duty lawnmower. They smashed everything and one in their way. Things need to be done, messes need to be fixed for the greater good of everyone, but nah, yall, you all are too busy trying to be in the middle, to extend the olive branch of togetherness, when clearly they are sowing the seeds of disharmony and disrepsect because they did not get their way. I tire of town hall meetings and empty words that lead on journey's to deadend paths. You have ye Ole Rich man Manchin and the outta touch lady that are acting contrary to the citizens they are supposed to help. You sit idle whilst they wittle away voting rights and do all type if nasty things, but yet you want to be their friend. Sick

All history matters, the good the bad and the really ugly. All this "whitewashing" away the people of the world. We know it was ugly kids are smarter today than we ever ever ever were. They can read about it and inquire. What is truly sad, is that people try to deny it, oh it could not have been that bad? Slavery? really, they had a place to stay, it was just picking cotton, or in the rice fields or in some horrid job you nor your family would do under awful circumstances.. but not that bad. You want books to say Africans came for work and a better life? That would be fine if they volunteered to come, not kidnapped, snatched torn from family, friends and home and bred like cattle. Nope, the lies must stop. In order for us to be better, we must face and deal with the ugly past. Otherwise you don't grow, you stay stagnant trying to figure out another excuse for treating other humans so awful. I need no one to say slavery was a long time ago? So why you still fly