Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Who Gives A Fat F**k!!!
Please forgive the title. I have acquired a need to do put this post right where it belongs ....in the moral, and social basement of our minds. I mean, who really gives a flying fu*k about our youth and the rest of the rolling stones of moral decay, lost hopes, and dreams long gone. Sure, it's easy to say "I do" and write a post about it.
But listen to this analogy. It's disturbing to be awaken by an alarm clock. That menacing noise that interrupts our sleep, is a rude awakening from a peaceful slumber. But alas, with our eyes half shut, we can stop that noise. By rolling over, before we even glance at the clock, we can throw a lazy hand in it's direction and turn off that sleep interuption. Later that day, we can even talk about it or write about it.
Really, no REALLY, who really cares about events outside their own lives? Wait, answer the following question, but let me go first. Years ago, I was asked the question "what did I value". Okay, I have to admit that I didn't really understand the question. They broke it down for me like I was mentally handicapped. I was told to make a list of things that I never want to see leave my life. Things that were important to me was at the root of their question. I was in a small office, me and another person, I thought long and hard.
Struggling to impress this person, I went into deep contemplation in a quest to find all the right answers. Pretentiousness was my soulmate. But see, the question was sort of a trick question - or was it? My family is important to me. My mother, my father, my sisters and brothers are important to me. It goes without saying that money plays an important part in all of our lives. My health is an integral part of my survival. Friends, and their opinions are also essential elements of my existence. Of course there's religion, and my faith.
I finished the list with a smile on my face. I took my time completing that list. Surely my friend would be impressed by my collegial list filled with expressions of love and family responsibilities. I even included my love for my PC and cell phone. I had plenty of time to think about my answers, of which, numbered near 100. What would be at the top of your list? At the top of my list were people and things that I would die for. But now, looking back, I've come to believe it was a very selfish list.
But let me go back a little further so I can explain where I'm coming from. One day, some years ago, I quietly and cautiously prepared to kill a man because he had harmed my son. Borrowing a page from the Godfather movie, I packed his things and put him on a plane. I didn't want him to be a suspect in this murder, nor be questioned about it. Before he embarked, I shook his hand and told him I would see him soon. He knew what I was going to do, we talked about it. I told him not to call.
A week went by, the day was getting near. His mother, my wife, asked me if I was sure this is what I wanted to do. She asked me what kind of message would I be sending to my son? I felt I was about to do the manly thing; no one could harm one of mine, and not pay for their crime. Street justice was my motto. I could care less about a trail by a jury of my "peers". Theses peers were white folks, my son was black, the perpetrator was white. After 2 months, my son came home. I never told another person, or my son, what happened to that man. Were my motives selffish?
What would be on your list? Who's really listening, and who really cares? Sure, people talk about a myriad of issues. From world hunger and the greenhouse affect, to gang violence and the illiteracy rate of young black males, people talk about it. Scholars, bloggers and world leaders, write and talk about the worlds ills. Check this, despite minority student populations of about 44%, less than 2% of teachers in the USA are African-American men . But wait, there are programs in place to increase the percentages of black male teachers. One such program has predicted another 250 future teachers in the years to come. Don't run to your local school to meet Mr Tibbs or the black PTA. To improve the national percentage of black male teachers to even 3 percent, another 45,000 would need to enroll. Who really cares? Who really cares about the front line of black mentors or lack there of? Sure, we can talk about the lack of positive role models, and absent fathers, but who really cares about the core issues of black underachievement, and the real solutions? We can talk about it.
I mean, who really cares enough to sacrifice, suffer, or maybe die for something they merely "care" about?! Who's really listening to those that have gone before us? Nelson Mandela said ..."When we are liberated from our fears, our presence automatically liberates others". Malcolm X said, "A man who stands for nothing, will fall for anything". I wonder what value we put on our "cares"? What was at the top of your valued list? Domestic Violence? Was it teen pregnancy? Was it the war against drugs? Was it better school systems. Was it about your neighbor or your fellow man and their well being? Or was it all about ........YOU.
Btw, my list was all about me and my family and things or events that make me comfortable, or unhappy. It was basically absent of issues or events that I thought were out of my control. I care about social change but.....
I care, but I am left to wonder how much I really care and what do I REALLY care about?