The Hate You Give, not the movie

Dear Readers, 

Hate, an intense or passionate dislike for a thing or person

Hate has always existed since the beginning of civilization began the struggle for group A to dominate group B. Even though group B is stronger in population, however, it is the resources that group A has in their procession that helps them to suppress group B, making them seem like the weaker group and deemed less qualified for basic human needs. 

Some people claim that this current atmosphere of HATE is caused by our 45th President. There is no denying that #45 has made his position clear how he feels about immigrants and people of color. His desire to “Make American Great Again” is a vision and mission for the white race, the wealthy, and  the elite. Our 45th President boldly verbalize what many people like him believe , but they are crowds and hide behind #45 who has the guts to be honest. Regardless to whether we the people feel #45 ideology is wrong and he is destroying this nation, and he isn’t bothered by the HATERS. 

HATE was here long before #45 was elected President, and there is no denying since this administration has taken office there has been an increase in racial tension. The swell in anger and protests is due to political leaders who claim to be knee deep in the fight against the corona virus and overseeing the economy. They claim to have no time to commit to working with leaders in the black community to engage in conversation about change and helping to create new policies that can help solve this dividing race line, W. E. B. Dubois referred to this as “… the color line.”

Political Leaders’ failure to acknowledge that there is a problem based on their viewpoint that it’s not that black lives don’t matter, it is the issues that challenge the black community that don’t matter. Police brutality, racial profiling, stop and frisk, segregated schools and neighborhoods, class status, increased incarceration of black and brown men and women, low wages, housing discrimination, double standards in healthcare and due process. This is a short end of a long list of problems that have manifested this fog of HATE.

I know that it’s going to take more than just talking and nothing is going to be solved overnight. It’s going to take honest men to stand up and admit that the only way to HEAL the land is for them to admit there is a problem, that  they are a part of the problem, and be bold enough to be a big part of the solution to stop the HATE. 

Chants at corner of 5th and Pike St during the Black Lives Matter protest, in Seattle, WA, Friday, Nov. 27, 2015.
(Alan Berner / The Seattle Times)

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Hold onto Hope. We Can Win

Good day Readers, 

I want to encourage people to hold onto HOPE. Not for a day, a week, a month or for a year, but hold onto HOPE until change happens.  I know change will happen, are you paying attention to the movement of people who are gathering to shout with a collective voice for change. I call your attention to what is happening and not to what you think is not happening. We are faced with many challenges. First, political leaders want people to think that the worse of the coronations is over. I say, it is important that people fight back against this falsehood, get tested and learn how to take care of yourself and your family. Second, politicians are withholding financial funding from a population of people who are in desperate need, they are doing this in hope they can scare people into re-electing this current administration.  

The Trump Administration and other Republican politicians have ignored the rascal tension that continues to divide this nation, these are the people who should lead by example and work together to stop this war on the black and brown communities. What these politicians want the masses to believe is that we are weak and powerless and they are strong and hold all the power, this a falsehood that we must dismantle by VOTING them out. This is how we the people use our power, our voices. I know it seems that we are beginning beaten down by budget cuts, mass unemployment, the virus, increased police brutality,  reopening of schools placing our children in danger, while the wealthy children remain safe. 

Most people are ready to write this year off as a loss, as we continue to face the warning about a second wave of this virus, while businesses are struggling to stay open. We are experiencing the loss of people who are of great value to the black community. But we are not beaten. One by one other organizations are no longer standing by the sidelines silent. We have witnessed the action of the NBA, NBL, and the NWBL. The black community made history once again when the young Yolanda Renee King, granddaughter of Martin Luther King the 3rd, raised her voice at the recent March on Washington, reminding the masses how crucial it is to remember and revive the vision, the dream to end racism.To continue the fight towards true emancipation from shackles of a system of dominance that have kept black and brown people locked in a crippling cycle of poverty, ignorance, and mental anguish. After more than 400 years black people are still considered intruders in a land where white supremacy threatens to kill the dream. We must collectively must hold onto HOPE for this generation and future generations.

Please stop the looting, fight and continue to march in the name of progress, keep taking a knee in silent protest, we must push back against this current administration, THEY HAVE FAILED US. 

Thank you for stopping by dragthepen.

The big pay back

 

Detective Mici woke from a deep sleep he thought he heard a noise. He reached for his gun; and left the bedroom slowly making his way down the dark hallway. He walked down the stairs keeping his back against the wall, entering the living room, the light from the street shone inside the room. Mici saw the shadow of a person holding a bloody knife standing over a body. When the person heard the clink of the gun, he quickly escaped through the broken glass door dropping the knife. Detective Mici waited a few minutes; he walked over to the window, surveying the area, there was silence. He knew not to touch the evidence, searching for the phone, he called his old precinct.

“Hello, 29th precinct SGT. Moore, what is your emergency?”

“This is Detective Mici, I have a situation at my house that requires police assistance.”

“Are you injured?”

“No.”

“Can you give me a description of the situation?”

“Yes, there is a dead body in my living room.”

The officer dispatched all units in the area; within minutes Det. Mici’s house is surrounded by police activity. Among the officers is his old friend Chief Jefferson. Walking through the house and he Det. Mici siting in the living room being questioned by an officer. The Chief interrupts the interview,

“Thank You officer I will take it from here.” Chief Jefferson sits next to Det. Mici, He whispers, “How should we handle this situation?”

“By the book old.”

“Ok. I’ll leave you alone with your thoughts; this is going to make a hella story.” Chief Jefferson said.

Det. Mici flashbacked to the previous night, He remembers staring at the bottom of a bourbon bottle after gulping the last drop. A voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Det. Mici, I was told to escort you to the station.”

Looking up at the officer he said, “I understand.”

Chief Jefferson awaits Det. Mici at the precinct. As they walked through the precinct, the Chief announced….

“This is Det. Mici, he is one of our top veterans.”

“He is a suspect shouted one of the officers.”

Chief Jefferson replies in a threatening tone. “How would you like traffic duty for the next six months’ officer?”

The officer exited the precinct…

“Let’s go to my office.”

“I’ve been reviewing your cases; you have some unhappy people who could be out for revenge.”

Det. Mici paced the room “I have turned this situation over and over in my mind, nothing make sense.”

“Take a seat, I’ll call the Medical Examiner maybe she has made an I.D of the body.”

While the chief dialed the number, Det. Mici, recognized a of Scotch on the desk.

Ring…Ring…Ring

“Hello.”

“‘This is Chief Jefferson, from 29th precinct calling to get an Identification of the body found earlier at Det. Mici’s house.”

“Can I put you on hold for a moment I need to check the logs?”

Moments Passed……

“Hello Chief, you said the body came In from Det. Mici’s house?”

“Yes.”

“We haven’t received a body from that location.”

“Can you look again?”

“Chief, I’ve been working since 5:00 AM, and based on our logs we haven’t received a body.’’

Stunned by the M.E.’s reply the Chief opened the bottle of Scotch. He poured two drinks.

“You might want to drink this.”

Det. Mici looked at the Chief, “I’ve seen that look before.”

“The body has been misplaced.”

“I don’t understand.”

“The M.E. says they don’t have the body.”

“We have a report, there is the knife. What about the finger prints?”

“The only prints on the knife are yours”

“How? I never touched the knife.”

“Don’t know; let’s take a ride back to your house.”

They left the precinct through the back door. During the drive, they did not speak; arriving they walked around the outside of the house. The glass door was repaired. They slowly entered the house. Using their flashlights, looking around, there is no sign of evidence of a crime.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Someone doesn’t want this case to be solved.”

Suddenly, the house lights came on. There is laughter throughout the house.

“Come out fellas” announced the Chief.

“What the hell is going on Chief?”

The chief burst out laughing “all these years I’ve waited to get back at you for bringing that stripper to my bachelor’s party.”

 

THE END