I write this early on the first of December as I am at a loss. I have not lost hope in the fight against racism, police brutality or other atrocities, but there are moments when I step back and examine all the work I’m doing and what all we are up against…. It all hits me as hard as a wave made of concrete; literally, it takes my breath away.
Thoughts that make no sense and that are not true start to wander in…
Wondering why share things; no one is listening and if they are they don’t care… Why do any of this work, why make videos, why write, why painstakingly do all of this if no one cares… But I am always reminded people do care, and there is a reason.
As I sat here in an anguished mindset, desperately trying to figure out what is the best method(s) to use in approach to sharing this vast information of corruption- exceptionally evil corruption- I have and what it means to do so, a blessing came to me.
I believe in synchronicity; that is, more or less there are no coincidences and everything happens for a reason. I am in the process of moving and in the past I have worked with and done a lot of volunteer work for one of my most positive mentors; a revolutionist and friend, Dr. Mutulu Shakur. This was laying out on a desk in front of me but suddenly became the only focal point in the room.
One of these projects was working on a music album in memory of the man I deem my father, Tupac Shakur… I even have my name in the booklet, I am honored to say… The CD is a tribute to Tupac, and it is called “Dare to Struggle”…
That made me stop.
Now you think on that concept…
Dare to struggle . . .
If fighting against evil, cruelty and oppressors in this world were easy we’d have a wonderful place to live for everyone would be involved… It is so hard and extremely enraging at times not because there is no hope, not because the war has been lost, not because we can’t win a battle; instead, it is this very reason, because it is hard doing what we do especially 24-7-365, it is a struggle some days to remember it all matters, that the struggle is for something good and until that good comes, that change comes; I could never, ever rest knowing I did nothing about it.
Currently some people in my life seem to think my work is selfish of me because it takes away from them… But to that I can’t help but feel dumbfounded. How can they not see the fragility; the horrific, tragedy being played, still in the same key, by Amerikkka? How can they see and know yet still go on about their lives as though it doesn’t matter? And if it doesn’t matter to them, who are they to try and guilt or bring down those of us who stand and fight?
I am not sure of my point in this post other than to say… No matter what it is you teach, what it is you fight for or against, whenever you feel tired, whenever you feel like you aren’t being heard or whatever the case may be… Remember you are daring to struggle… And in doing so, while yes it complicates life, it only does so because a wrong is being committed and clashing with the truth you and I bring forth.
Dare to struggle. And dare to struggle I have for the cause since 14, and dare to struggle I shall until we get some changes made. A lot, of changes made.
Keep doing what you do. Each voice matters, far more than we probably realize. All of this may seem trivial to you, or so obvious it shouldn’t have been written. That’s fair enough; but sometimes we all need reminders. I sure as hell did.