Lest we forget

For a few days I could feel the fear and the sadness. The need for “revolution” was palpable. Solidarity in the movement could not be mistaken. And, allyship may have been as strong as ever.

 

But, I don’t feel that way today.

Today, there is a still quiet in the air. An undertone of buzz.

Yesterday, too.  

It is not silent – as there are protests, and vigils (and funerals), and town halls still taking place all over the country. But, it is contextually fairly quiet.

People are breathing a little easier.

Shoulders are are little less tense.

Conversations have shifted back to normal everydays.

And it makes me wonder. . . have we forgotten, already?

The hurt, pain, chaos, anger. The solidarity, unity, community.

The traditional news outlets sure have, so maybe we have to.

We’ve retreated back to our normal. Mind you, the one that has been forced on us for so many years. But, a normal nonetheless. Our normal. And, maybe, just maybe we’ve gotten too comfortable there.

Why are we comfortable? At the bottom. Because we’ve been given no place else to be?

Lest we forget, the bus boycott of Montgomery, Alabama lasted 381 days.  

Lest we forget, a huge chunk of sit-ins also lasted more than a year – and yielded some 70,000 participants and 3000 arrests.  

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Lest we forget, the Civil Rights Movement itself lasted an entire decade; from 1955-1965.

 

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I don’t have the answers. But, I’m hoping someone does. What is our next move? What’s the next play? What do we have to put into motion that will guarantee some 20 years from now, someone will be able to say, “Lest we forget. . .” about our time?

– Shamira

 

 

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Months ago I said that something was about to go down, and when it did I wanted to be Ready.

Well, it is here.

The moment is here. It has come full force. It is both figuratively and literally hitting us in the face.

 

And, I’m not ready.

I’m overwhelmed.

I’m sad.

I’m nervous.

I’m amped and hypervigilant.

And, still, not ready.

 

Everybody has an opinion – as we’re entitled to. And, as we join ranks, I want to be sure that we remember that as black people and that all that we’ve gone through together, amongst each other – we don’t all learn, and live, and grieve and fight the same way.

 

I want us to remember solace as we stand together, organize, and fight.

 

Let’s not condemn one another for not standing at the front of the lines in protest all across the country.

Let’s not push or force each other to watch #another live, on camera, cold-blooded murder.

Let’s not turn on one another because our solemn expressions aren’t “enough.”

 

Let us unite, in many different forms, but as one.

 

Some of us will write. Some of us will paint. Some of us will express our grief through a song or a dance.

Some of us will pray.

And, some of us will organize, some of us will march and some of us will fight.

Not matter what our roles are – – – no matter what YOUR role is – – – let us remember to stand together.

– Shamira

 

 

 

 

 

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