I've said this several times in the past few weeks and the question remains, where is the village?

We have heard the defund the police rants, the police hate rants but where are the rants of those against our own race rants. The rants against self hate because truly if your brother or sister is destroyed at your hand its self hate. After all we are a reflection of one another.

Yes we are in the midst of systematic and governmental racism but let's not negate the race hate we possess. I know this is so taboo to say but we have to be honest with ourselves if we plan as a people to evolve. We wonder why the black lives matter movement has been tainted but we dont respect/value our own. Black lives must matter to us. Support, ending violence, encouraging, endorsing each other is a mandate we have put down.

I cant help but think the demise of our people also seems from the fact we have lost the village. One of the very things that kept the previous generations and we need desperately to get it back. We need our Kings and Queens in the streets not slain, not slanging but standing, building and restoring.

Just 4 months ago we thought the government was plotting to break down our race with covid 19 as we were the ones most affected. Yet here we are 4 months later and our race is being attacked, killed off and broken not just at the hand of the government but at the hand of own. The very hand of our sons and daughters we advocate and march for.

I know we want separate the two and people dont want to address religion but the kingdom of darkness is rising up because we have left our post. We've lost our connection to our source, that which sustains us. Go to whatever God you serve because this isn't about Christian, Muslim, Buddhist,.etc Go to God and seek direction on what's next, then put your hands, feet, voice and pens to work.

My heart breaks at this thought
What happen to the village?

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