I am an immigrant to this country, with an American son. Today, to me, freedom in America seems to be coming close to meaning the good fortune for my son to not get shot randomly, coldly, in a public place, anywhere, in any-town, at any-time America….
“Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more.”
Can a man die of oxygen deprivation if there’s a strong, heavy knee placed on his neck for 9 (oh, just give and take, the killings haven’t even slowed down yet, homeys) minutes? Or must we dig for alternative causes like all the ills that black folks have been heir to and victim-blamed for throughout these last great American centuries—drugs, poor self-care, poverty, despair, lack of faith in the SYSTEM and the MAN, systemic denigration [note the intended pun! The word means ‘to blacken’!] and devaluation—till we come up with something resembling business as usual.
I’m in Caldwell, TX, and I’ve been made to feel welcome.. http://www.instagram.com/p/B2rjXIvB12L/
We are the United States of America, not the United Hates of America.