I am an American. I have always loved America. And I love the Flag. But I hadn’t ever loved the flag. I am forever grateful for the blood that has been spilled to make sure our flag can fly high and mighty.
But the flag itself – I took for granted. It wasn’t until Kapernick knelt – did I start to ask questions. I questioned my own beliefs. I challenged myself to learn more. America is not perfect. No where near most days.
But that hasn’t stopped us – or at least most of us in this Country – from knowing that America stands for greater ideals. At least it can be.
America has had dark days. A merica is having dark days currently. But America has always been a beacon of hope. Not for some….but for all.
American was making progress towards a beautiful future up until he-who-shall-not-be-named rose to center stage. We were getting tastes of what it might mean to not just survive…..but thrive.
Enter 2020 AND 2021 – and those feelings seem non-existent these days.
Not gonna lie – but I am having a hard time remembering what America stood for. Breaking news story after breaking news story has jammed the airwaves. Corruption and Terrorism in pratically every family conversation. Injustice is running rampant on empty streets that once were filled with laughing children on their way to school.
I am going to stop there. The past 5 years is still too raw right now.
As someone who has lived thru my fair share of breaking news stories since my first week as a Freshman in High School as Terrorists slammed in to the Twin Towers on live TV. I ate my bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios at my Papa and Grandma’s house, slurping the last puddles of milk as I watched in confusion as the towers began to fall.
Wait…Columbine happened when I was in 6th grade. Ugh….. I am tired of living through history making moments. Permanently exhausted overe here….
When George Floyd was murdered, the rapidly failing band-aid holding back the collective pain of the BIPOC community – could no longer be contained. Allies had enough. The murder of George Floyd was the unnecessary spark of Revolution that was festering to find traction.
As his murder was replayed, as protests and riots came alive in cities across the Planet – America’s soul broke.
Night after night, injustice after injustice, murder after senseless murder… America’s soul shattered. We are not OK. We HURT. We are…..traumatized.
As an American – I can see the light fade from the Beacon of Hope. I watch as the world laughs – or stands speechless in solidarity. As an American – I know what America is capable of.
But right now… America is wounded. America is barely hanging on. The next few days, weeks, months….years – are going to be critical for the survival of the home we know and love.
But guess what…America is a fighter. America’s Beacon of Hope is going to need us all (Unity WITH Accountibilty) to bring her in to the 21st Century.