• "Touchy subject" Thinking about opening with a life experience...I feel I need to share it...It seems to give me the right to say the controversial things I am about to say about the "victim'...and his role in what happens to he/she

  Black Versus White? How about Right versus Wrong?

  This Black Woman's perspective

  My only son died in the Michigan Incarceration System, at the tender age of 40 There is no doubt in my mind he was murdered. There were many lies told, many facts covered up, and a downright disregard of, and disrespect toward me. In the end...another nigga bit the dust. My son was a rebellious child. My strong-willed child. He insisted on allowing a drug addiction to control him. He would call me from jail complaining about his rights. I would constantly remind him he gave up his rights when he allowed his addiction to convince him to break the law.

  His charge was intent to do bodily harm. Take somebody's possessions to feed his lack of control and slavery to drugs. Did he have legitimate grievances? Did the man drive him to it by denying him a chance to participate in society? Yes and Yes..

  Greedy, self serving white men has indeed stacked the cards unfairly. They indeed hold the upper hand. My son died because the system was bent on breaking

  his will. My son, always the MAN...would not give up his need to be "a man" When they could not break his rebellion, his spirit, his need to

  survive...they broke him. He would complain about smelling urine in his food. He would strike the cell doors...cuss em out...etc...of course he

  was probably right...Lord knows what goes on behind those steel doors..they would rush into his cell 10 guards strong...subdue him...He was a big

  boy...tho by then...he was very frail...and smaller than he'd ever been...place knees in his chest, cut off circulation...(he developed heart

  problems over those 7 years) I remember looking at an online photo of him, taken shortly before he died. Honestly, I looked into his eyes, and nobody was home. He had been humiliated, abused, beaten, denied food and to top it off...his 7 year sentence became 20 years. When he went before the parole board, instead of letting him out, they informed him they had given him the max...this happened 2 weeks before he died. Like many young black men...he could have avoided all of this if he'd only have taken advantage of the blessings around him. He decided, of his own free will that it was his way...or the highway.

  He was raised in a military environment, exposed to much...Sports, Academics, The Arts...He was a natural A student. He just had an awesome brain He was one of those kids who rarely had to study for a test....I used to tell him "You went out of your way...to be a thug...

  Many years ago..at the church in the photo below...my son was asked to stand by Clarice Richards a traveling evangelist...she told him he would have a prison ministry...He had just dedicated his son to the lord....he was excited...We did not know she meant...from the inside..."

  I can't bring him back. I gave up the fight to prove his murder...Who knows...maybe God allowed his body to be broken....maybe it was mercy..We sometimes don't recognize mercy....When I looked into his eyes in that photo...he was broken...good...Just where God wants us..Dead..to this world..Jesus said "When we see him, we would be like him...If Jesus is to live in us..If we will be like him...to self....We have to die...I know God took him while he was still saved....All is well...That little boy in his arms is 24? and full of the Holy Ghost...

  

  
  Matthew 25:35-46
  For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.’ Then the righteous will answer him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink? And when did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you? And when did we see you sick or in prison and visit you?’ ...