I am not going to write about one of our Queens – Sandra.
There is much to be said. There is much SO much to be said.
I have written about so many things regarding injustice over time, and not to take an iota away from Mike Brown, Eric Garner, Tamir Rice, Freddy Gray or the SC9 – but Sandra hit home in a different kind of way. I’m talking 2 to 3 degrees of separation. I’m talking…I am Sandra Bland. I would’ve responded the same way she would’ve. I could be dead. This time last year I was in the same situation ( please reference “2 Cops and LT Heinz; Badge #698” ) and I could’ve very well died that night in San Diego. This has brought about some sleepless nights, this have brought tears several times…and I’m just at a complete loss of everything.
My dear sister Sydney contacted me and told me I needed to get off of social media, take sometime off and do something fun. So I did. I became inactive in my activism and the temporary mental and emotional balance it has provided is monumental. The funny thing is…even though I took a break from the innanets, it has not completely released me from my duties as the waker of the sleep. People have sent me texts, people have called, and people have started conversations with me face-to-face. They do this because they associate me with the cause of black progression, and justice regarding marginalized people groups; in this case, the blacks. I guess I shouldn’t be annoyed by this, I mean i could be associate with a myriad of other things. Soon, I’ll be back to researching, posting and educating others in the way of social justice and activism….but for now I’ll continue to listen to Janelle Monae and Jidenna and dance in my room like I’m in Step Up 9.