This title was inspired by the song as sung by Joss Stone whose first line is "Been a lot that I've been through I've cried a tear a time or two".
My tears are for the African American family which has slipped below its normal strong powerful pillar which has always been a force in holding the generations together, promoting positive leadership and instilling desires to strive for a better life. I am hoping the black family has only been bruised but not broken. I am finding too few families which have continued the traditional strengths known to be in that family. Not enough children understand where we have been as a people nor or they familiar enough with details of how we have reached the levels we have thus far.
When I see fathers struggling with the idea they have a child or children yet have no visible means of supporting them I cringe. When I see young women not dressed enough for public view I cringe and am sure my grand parents are rolling over in their graves. When I see youngsters on street corners with receptacles saying, "give me", for whatever reason, I cringe. We were not taught that way. We were taught to work for what we wanted and needed. If it had value we worked for it. I washed a many car and bar b cued a many gospel bird to raise money for whatever. My soul would not allow begging of any kind. It was not the family way.
Has the family been broken or is it just bruised? I hope it is only bruised. What makes one child spend time in schools then go on to college to be an architect but another simply hang out with their friends attaining nothing? What seed did not bloom to fruition to cause those youngsters to not succeed and be a wholesome part of the family and society? What emptiness set in to fill the spot where hope should be? What road did we cross which took us from sweet honey in the rock to addictions? How did a holiday toast with Morgan David Wine jump to relying on some cheesy cheap wine or some other poison to soothe the pain? What makes Mamas keep a plate waiting for one of her kids to show up to eat who hadn't been around for a while?
I have no idea. When did it get broke? Is it broken or just bruised?
What did some lose inside to get too tired to fight the status quo while others got recharged to take up the battle? What made some just give up while others refuse to accept the way life has put a boot in their rear end and fight harder? What makes me so different from ones I grew up with who seem to care less for what is happening to our families today while I struggle to keep the pieces together. Is that why so many seem to levitate to my house round holidays to talk about old times and those who have passed on? Is that why I get those panicky midnight calls from someone whose child has been arrested? Could that be why some lady wants me to talk to her child? Is that why all those kids on the busses talked to me so easily?
What am I feeling and saying that others are not? What are they missing that I still hold on to? What makes the preacher try to avoid me? What makes that child's dad walk away when he sees me coming or his mom offer herself up as thanks for helping her? What the hell happened to our family to cause so many teens to be homeless or on the verge? Did grandpa die too soon? Didn't grandma bake sweet potato pies and cook greens and fat back? Didn't she cook smothered chicken and roast beef in a big black cast iron skillet? Mine did and I've got her skillet. Is there something poison in all that fast food so many eat? Is that part of the reason the family is loosing its grip? Hmmmm, I don't know but it might have something to do with it.
Joss Stone's song was talking about hurting because of a lost lover. I am speaking about the black family wavering on the rocks but her words certainly apply here.
I'll get back on my feet
It's not the end of me
My heart is still open
I'm bruised but not broken
Sure hope the family is only bruised, not broken.
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Comments: 27
Thanks for sharing.
My inspiration for a solution comes from Desmond Tutu:
"When will we learn, when will the people of the world get up and say, Enough is enough. God created us for fellowship. God created us so that we should form the human family, existing together because we were made for one another. We are not made for an exclusive self-sufficiency but for interdependence, and we break the law of our being at our peril. When will we learn that an escalated arms race merely escalates global insecurity? We are now much closer to a nuclear holocaust than when our technology and our spending were less.
Unless we work assiduously so that all of God's children, our brothers and sisters, members of our one human family, all will enjoy basic human rights, the right to a fulfilled life, the right of movement, of work, the freedom to be fully human, with a humanity measured by nothing less than the humanity of Jesus Christ Himself, then we are on the road inexorably to self-destruction, we are not far from global suicide; and yet it could be so different.
When will we learn that human beings are of infinite value because they have been created in the image of God, and that it is a blasphemy to treat them as if they were less than this and to do so ultimately recoils on those who do this? In dehumanizing others, they are themselves dehumanized. Perhaps oppression dehumanizes the oppressor as much as, if not more than, the oppressed. They need each other to become truly free, to become human. We can be human only in fellowship, in community, in koinonia, in peace.
Let us work to be peacemakers, those given a wonderful share in Our Lord's ministry of reconciliation. If we want peace, so we have been told, let us work for justice."
You said : "What makes the preacher try to avoid me? What makes that child's dad walk away when he sees me comin..."
When you stand for something so many will not want to deal with you, or look you in your eye. I had parents who raised me on scripture and as I got older I took hold for myself. I believe in the existence of the Devil as much as God, I believe his influence on society is intensifying, scripture says in the last days things would advance from bad to worse. It's affecting whole families, and because more children have no spiritual roots and don't know about their heritage they don't have any values to hold on to.
But as long as God is still a fact, I say bruised, not broken.
Thanks for sharing.
Thanks much for your input.
They are starting off at a loss when they come from lost families with broken ties to their past. But one bright glitter is common in so many of these kids.....they want that spiritual tie to their past and are hungry for love and passion in their lives. And what I am appreciating is that many of them are estute enough to discern when someone is real or just pertending.
Thanks so much for sharing.
I am smiling and huggin you as I write. :)
Thanks
I too grew up in the hood but it was thriving at a higher level than it does today.
To me the greatest gift you can give them when growing up is to say you "can always come home," and you can "Tell me anything, even if it is awful, I love you">, then you have to make them believe it. Your poem is so understanding and well put for such a sad situation, and breakdown in our society. Ellen B
You need to get out there and use that voice for all of the good that you've shared in this article. You have a voice and a mind that speaks loud and clear about what is happening to the black families. Do not be so alarmed as it isn't only the black families that are bruised honey, their are plenty of hispanic families and white families that are bruised and I am afraid may be too broken to fix my dear friend. But you have a voice and the Lord knows it as he has more plans for you Spencer. Heed his call to serve and educate those that you can reach and the riches in heaven will bestowed upon you when you reach those pearly gates. God is all knowing and sees everything that we say and do; and you my kind sir have alot of beauty within you that yearns to come out and speak and spread the word.
Thank you and Amen.
Now mothers or fathers work, and there is nobody home who loves the child. Or who has the ENERGY to raise the child when mama is working. Then the breakdown starts. We are into the third and fourth generation of folks with no mama and no grandmama to love them in the day.
It is a lonely world true.
Loving one at a time is the only way.
Seems futile, but it's not.
Thankfully, though, there are those that speak...like you...and God is there to support your efforts!
This is excellent, by the way...in itself...even though the message is the key thing...
Z'
Thanks for sharing.
Thank you much.
Thanks for sharing as always. Hugs.
Like you've expressed, there before us we found a many American lies which applied to most citizens but practically left us out of the loop. Once we struggled to own property and move into our own homes "white flight" left most cities bare with the American Dream gone to the former farmlands outside the cities they called suburbia. Along with them they took not only the higher tax base but stores, banks and jobs. Somewhere near the end of the civil rights movements many blacks used those gains as a stepping stone to move on out to what they thought was a better life. The dream again moved further away from them leaving many in a mental quagmire and with a lot less hope and collective consciousness. The powerful drug of hope turned into drug addictions of whatever was available and lives and humanity suffered till we arrived where we are today. Far too many with little or no hope believing the Amreican Dream is dead or at least not for them. The single most common thread I find in those who live on the edge of society is "dispair". When one looses hope the soul dies and humanity suffers.
America likes to be the innocent party though it is doing wrong but will constantly point an accusing finger at those who somehow do not fit its vision of the Dream. All my life I have heard accusations against me about crime and as many negative situations as one could create. Yet, America, needs to ignore her own negatives to keep the lie alive. While I am being berated I hear so much about how glorious George Washington and Thomas Jefferson were in their helping to make this such a wonderful nation but somehow in the midst of the dialog all is forgotten that those wonderful men owned slaves. When so many espouse the leadership of Abraham Lincoln and how he worked tirelessly to unify this nation many ignore his own words when he said if there was anyway he could unify this country without freeing the slaves he would. Part of the reason he had to make that move was to bring some relief to poor sharecroppng whites who were barely a step above slavery themselves. But...somehow that American lie is able to continue with so many willing to ignore or hide the truth. It disturbs me how some keep a separate and unequal mentality about some groups of people when at this time in our history most common folks share in the suffering.
Lots of hugs to you, Liz.
Being Black in America is an experience that is completely UNIQUE!
There is but one -- but ONE group of people who came here against their will -- the African people, and therein begins the history of the Black man in America.
WE know this, and NO ONE else could and/or would ever understand it, except to have lived it in our skin, and they can NOT.
Sometimes the better part of wisdom in these things is SILENCE, when lack of experience can not yield any thing, except foolishness.
Period. The END.
Thank you for the article.