RG3, A Victim of Willful Ignorance

RG3, A Victim of Willful Ignorance

This really irked me…but having family members who have shared similar opinions, I have a good idea where it comes from. There is a major generation gap between African American or for the sake of the argument, Black people (which is not mutually exclusive with African Americans) in the form of how races are perceived, the current scope of racism in America, its effect on one’s success or failure, and how much it factors in one’s daily life. If I state that I would rather be compared to/thought of with lauded contemporaries than being marginalized by being lumped in with only ‘black’ contemporaries, does that make me cornball? That I choose not to be a walking stereotype or conform to some closed minded misconception of how a black person should act. How can we ever move past such willful ignorance if we don’t think much of ourselves? It’s not the 60’s, 70’s, 80’s; just because that’s how your parents raised you or what you experience doesn’t mean this mentality should persist. Ultimately, the color lines aren’t as blurred or marred as they used to be; by no means is it world peace but we have more information, connection, and interaction than we used to. I am black but I am also more than that…who’s looking like a cornball now?!


It has been awhile…

It has been awhile since I’ve written anything on here. I usually post poems or rants to unload my subconscious but I think a self audit is in order. In the aftermath of a few earthshaking events, I’ve let go of tactics which utilized lies, deception, and misdirection. What I mean is…I’m doing my best to live honestly as I can and appreciates everything I have. I stopped speeding up life in my head, making excuses at every turn, and taking responsibility for what I do wrong. It’s funny how people telling you about your potential to do great things can actually spurn you from them. Nobel Peace Prize, the Presidency, or successful novelist have been tossed around…even though I smiled and indulged other people’s predictions about MY future. Internally, I thought less of myself because I was raised in struggle so I hung to the assumption that I deserved struggle. More importantly, it didn’t compute until I lost my job…which trumped all else in my life. That seems crazy to the observer but I haven’t had much consistency or stability. However, at my lowest point, my blessing became clear and there were many. Life long friends, family, students, teachers, mentors, mentees, and others I had impacted were visible again; no longer under my cloud of self doubt and repression. Ultimately, I’m on the track to become the man I know I can be…

“A difficult time can be more readily endured if we retain the conviction that our existence holds a purpose – a cause to pursue, a person to love, a goal to achieve.” – John Maxwell