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My Thoughts: Why Black Lives Matter

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This wasn’t my scheduled post for the day, but considering the turmoil our nation is in, I felt moved to speak (write).

​Some of you will never know what it’s like to teach your children to love all people as God calls us to, and have to wipe their tears when someone treats them with hate because of the color of their skin.

​Some of you will never know the excitement and pride of being an American … and then learn a history lesson that makes you question your nationality.

Some of you will never know the fear that creeps up on you as blue lights flash in your rearview mirror. You hope and pray you’ll leave with a ticket instead of a bullet or an unjust arrest.

​Some of you will never know the hurt that a double take causes when a person glances at your resume and then your skin wondering how the two exist together.

​Some of you will never know the fear that comes over you as you drive through a town that has sun down laws—you know when the sun goes down you shouldn’t be there.

​Our cry is not to widen the divide but to experience the same freedoms and feelings others receive without question.

​To be treated with love as God commanded regardless of our skin color. To rock the red, white, and blue with pride that our ancestors fought for equality. To roll our eyes in derision over a speeding ticket instead of sweating bullets for carrying a licensed concealed weapon.

​To walk into a interview and not think we’re not going to get the job because we’re too many shades pass white. To explore the towns and cities of America and the history they offer without worrying about being escorted out or to the nearest tree.


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All lives matter, that’s a fact. But my cry for Black Lives Matter is to bring to light the injustices that happen on a daily basis. If you read this and felt no shame or guilt, I’m assuming its because you can look through your photo album or Facebook friends’ list and see others who do not look like you.

​If you had a retort established on your lips from the get go…maybe you’re the one I’m talking to. I’m asking you to fight for equality. To befriend the African-American neighbor down the street or the Muslim next door.

​I don’t hate police and would love to call them in an emergency. It’s just that fear paralyzes my fingers and sweat overcomes my palms when I see them. Sadly, it’s because I’ve met officers in the past who showed me their hatred and not their sworn duty to protect and serve.

​Lastly, I urge you to pray for our country. We can’t go on like this. I fear it’s only going to get worse. Let’s open the line of communication and seek to hear to understand and not to retort to win the argument.

​Blessings to you,
​Toni


7 thoughts on “My Thoughts: Why Black Lives Matter”

  1. Toni, it is so true that I don’t know what it is like to be black. But I know what it is like to be a mother, so I can cry with the mothers who weep for sons lost just because of their skin color. I know what it feels like to be called names for being the chubby girl, so I can cringe when vicious insults are hurled based on outward appearance, because of skin color.
    And praise God, I know what it is like to be His child, and hold hands with all my brothers and sisters in Christ and realize that our varied skin color is just something that makes us beautiful when we line up together, and in His strength move toward the chaos. United in love and brotherhood.
    Like you, I pray for our nation but even more for our churches. So glad you are my sister, and I’ve been blessed by your words today. Praying for peace and safety for you and your family!

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  2. Thank you Toni. I’m so glad to blessed with such a well spoken daughter who can speak for many and I can say represents me as well!

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  3. Beautiful… Thank God for your well spoken words. My heart is so heavy to see the senseless mutters due to the color of one skin. It saddens and scares me because I am raising a young black male in Louisiana. Praying for Gods mercy and protection in these dangerous time.

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