Parlae, To Me
The systematic inequity that black people face every single day in America should seem both foreign and unfathomable. Unfortunately, it is a reality that has gone on so long that is silly to be surprised by the continuous injustices.
Notwithstanding, I find myself marveling at the idiocracy of our nation and at times completely confounded by the lack of empathy and respect. It’s easier to understand when I’m being real with myself; for I know that there are far worse things that have happened to our people than the atrocities that we hear/see/read about and/or fall victim to today.
Malcolm preached that if you’re black, you were born in jail.
Jail being representative of the slaughtering of Tamir Rice, Freddie Grey and Sandra Bland.
Jail being representative of mass lynchings that took place in the south in the 40s/50s/60s.
Jail being representative of what the white people called sharecropping.
Jail being representative of slave ships that docked on the Native Americans’ land in the 1800’s.
And, truth be told, right now feels like the worst. But I guarantee that nothing can be worse than being dragged from one continent to another, in shackles, forcibly sold and then working til death.
So maybe there’s light at the end of the dark, scary, and sometimes lonely tunnel that we call life in the United States of America.
Harriet saw the light.
Rosa saw it.
Malcolm and Martin saw it.
Barack saw it.
ParlEy by definition means to discuss. ParlAy by definition is a stake that is groomed and grows into something worthwhile. Parlae provides opportunities for productive discourse on the daily iniquities of marginalized groups of people.
Parlae is an opportunity for discussion, an outlet for frustrations, and highlight of shortcomings. It is an avenue for wanting something greater – and willing it true.
In order to “be the change,” you have to address the change.
Find the light; be the light; be the change; parlae the change.
In a world filled with injustice, hate, and false hope – Parlae is the light.