The Morning After in meh...

On my Facebook, my avatar/profile pic is Charlie Brown screaming. I get a lot of questions, wondering if I’m going through something. This has been my permanent picture for about a year. I only change it to memorialize Prince when he died and when he was born.

I use to live close to the area where they were protesting/breaking shit. I understand the protest, but will never understand breaking shit. In all seriousness, the windows that were broken, the area where it happened, it will take nothing to replace the windows. I was pissed about the library. Doors and a major window was broken, some books were tossed. Since libraries are owned by the city, we are paying for it to get fixed.

An elderly woman was basically knocked down, stepped on THEN stepped over, and afterwards arrested.

They were trying to get on the highway/interstate. I don’t think this is smart.

When it got dark and they took the protest out of downtown, actually when they were downtown as well, they just walked. Aimlessly walked. They looked like a herd. I needed them to have a plan instead aimless leading and following.

The reason: another police officer killed a black man in 2011. It was finally put forth by the former circuit attorney to bring charges against him. There was plenty of video footage, ear witness to him saying, “I’m going to kill this mfr…” gun planting, etc. I don’t have to spell out what the verdict is, you know, because protest.

I went to visit my mom and when I walked in her room, I saw on the tv that protest had begun, the verdict was not guilty, and for the following 5 hours, that’s all that was being shown.

Throughout the entire time the newsreporters were sending subliminal messages, constantly repeating the phrase, “there has been no violence reported” or they found a way to say “violent” or “violence” the entire time. At the same time, “No justice, no peace” was seemingly a tag line to everything spoken by protesters

I was bothered by it all. My son asked what was the point of tearing up stuff. I told him the people who broke the stuff are often those that want to release anger for other stuff. They use the protest as a cover. Agitators. I don’t know what to tell my son that would make any sense. I’m trying to make sense of it all.

I say, raise your voice, shout in anger, clog up the streets, but don’t hurt yourself or others. We are in this place because of one person hurting another.

I have often said it’s time out for talking. Policy can be changed and implemented right now, but those in charge always want to talk, always want to survey, always want to hem and haw and then it falls by the way side.

Everyone speaks in rhetoric.
No one really wants to change.

::smh/sighs::

Hope your day is great.

Kindest regards,
Sister