I refuse to try to explain it any further. Unless you are Black in this country, or Hispanic (I will not use “of color” since White is also a color-pale but still a color) you simply just will not get the slogan BLM.
It is obvious to some of us, yet not all all of us, that Black lives Obviously still do not matter to some.
If you watch the news and witness the many biases, you will clearly see why the BLM slogan was created and I hope it exists for a very long time, like forever. Until we can all truly say we are ALL treated equally in this country, then I will shout it to the rooftops BLM! (I still cringe when I think of the many contributions African American/slaves have made to this country but yet are still treated so poorly at times).
I will suggest to those of you who still do not get it, to simply read and read and read some more! If you need suggestions on a few good reads, get back to me. I am done trying to explain why we need the slogan.
Although I believe in Freedom of Speech, I also believe we should check our facts and think before we speak.
In response to Mr. Gingrich’s idea: Poor kids who live in housing projects don’t see people working and therefore, “literally have no habit of showing up on Monday.” Instead, they gravitate toward, you, know, pimping and prostitution.
Please allow me to add my two cents on the matter:
As a young girl who grew up in what was considered “a poor neighborhood”, let me first start off by saying: I witnessed my mother, a woman with little education and not a lot of money, (obviously) rise out of her bed at 3am to go to work in a suburb of Chicago. You see, she had to ride public transportation, and leave that early, in order to arrive on time.
Why did she make this sacrifice? So that she could put food on the table for her children.
My father, oh yes, he worked also. It wasn’t a well -paying position not by a long shot, but he wanted his children to have things in life because that’s what parents want for their children. Around Christmas time, I thought we were rich! I would see all of these toys, and this huge feast (food) that my “poor working parents” were responsible for. I had no idea I was a “poor little black girl” because somehow my parents made sure that their children had what they needed and wanted, and ensured they made it to school on time on Monday morning. (I just had to throw that one in there). My parents might have chosen to not pursue an education, but they knew the value of a dollar and they instilled values in their children. They knew the importance of arriving someplace on time, hence, why my mother would leave out early for work.
By the way, I also had friends who grew up in my “poor neighborhood” that also had parents who went to work every day. So I am coming to their defense as well.
Now let’s fast forward: It was because I saw how hard my parents had to work, that I knew at a young age, I would remain in school, pursue an education and “make something out of myself.” My mother tells me she can still recall how when I was about seven years old, I told her I would “make her proud of me one day.” Hmmm, but yet here I was the product of
a “poor neighborhood.” I wonder where I learned the importance of “showing up on Monday” and not resorting to “prostitution” as a way of taking care of myself.
Keep reading I have more: .I have a brother three years older, who grew up right alongside of me, (the same poor neighborhood) who has since 1988 enjoyed a successful career with the Chicago Fire dept. He has since been promoted and he is now a fire engineer. He explained to me what his current duties consist of, but I don’t have all of the details. I do know that I am proud to say I have a successful fireman/investigator for a brother.)
Let’s see, what have I accomplished? I completed my B.A., went back and completed my M.Ed., educated myself on fitness and nutrition. I have completed several marathons, recently started the sport of bodybuilding and competed in my first Figure Competition in Oct. This all takes determination, discipline, and “GASP”, oh my, arriving someplace on time (insert day of week here).
Did I mention I also just became a published author? Just call me Ambitious with a capital “A”.
So, in spite of what Mr. Gingrich had to say, poor kids are capable and do learn the importance of all of these things.
We learn them from our “parents or guardians” who although were considered poor, they knew the importance of being someplace on time.
Mr. Gingrich indicated after the fact that he was not speaking of the “working poor”. Well, many times we want to take back what we said, or make it seem that what we said was not “what we meant.” Only Mr. Gingrich knows what he really meant. But on behalf of the “poor kids” (I’m thinking he was more than likely referring to the poor kids of color) I felt it necessary to share my view on the matter. That same “poor kid” living in a housing project /or poor neighborhood, regardless of his/her skin color, has dreams and goals. This is obviously something that Mr. Gingrich does not understand. But I hope he comes to understand this, before he makes another speech that says otherwise. To say that these poor kids gravitate toward “pimping and prostitution” is just downright insulting.