The cameras are rolling and I’ll be watching.

To my precious, loved, cared for, black friends who have freely and immeasurably enriched my life with your love, laughs, music, culture, gifts, and friendship over the years:

I am so very sorry. I just didn’t know.

I always attended lower to middle income schools (read: racially and ethnically diverse for the South) and my parents always welcomed all over the years into our lives and homes. I went to what would be considered an inner city high school for two years and a fairly diverse public/private high school for the second two. So to me, we were all the same in being kids who were attending to our duty of growing up and getting our government mandated education. But before and after school, it’s clear, our narrative was very different.

On his first day after my father was elevated to a supervisory position for the railroad, he went and shook the hand of every man (including the black men, they were mostly black) on his road gang that did the work on the rails in his work region in North Florida. He told us that he didn’t know how close he was to being fired just for having shaken the hands of those men.

Though I have no idea what it’s like to be stopped while being black, I DO know that unchecked power is at minimum dangerous and at maximum, deadly. And though I know that I DON’T right away know much or anything about the narrative and circumstances and arrest records that took place before the camera(s) started rolling, and I DON’T know about the adrenaline that flows in the heat of that type of moment, what I’m seeing isn’t right. Hell, I don’t even like when a cop car is behind me on the road for ANY length of time because I know they could FUCK UP my day / week / month, “just because.”

“Well, if you don’t have a guilty conscience you don’t need to worry.” Bullshit. We ALL have guilty consciences just from being broken and messy human beings. And if I’m white and worried about what power some officer could yield in my life, then all the worse for a black man or woman.

And further, while the general assumption may be that ALL law enforcement officers are there through some sort of interview, vetting, training, and genuine desire to serve the public, I’m guessing that there is still a decent percentage that are doing it just as a way to put food on the table and provide for themselves and / or a family and they just want to go home safe (read: alive) at the end of the day and aren’t too much concerned with anything over and above that, including someone’s father, mother, brother, sister, son, or daughter.

I’m guessing there’s a decent percentage that are unhappy with their jobs, careers, and likely have given up on a dream to do “something else” with their lives and have fallen into one of many societal paths of least resistance that is honorable and worthwhile for the benefit of our fellow citizens, yet crushing for their souls. And as the dust settled from the life decisions that were made, many have ended up trapped where they’re not supposed to be doing a job they don’t want to do “to serve and protect” the lives of people they don’t really care about.

I don’t exactly know where to go from here because I’m not involved in any way with law enforcement and it’s the least of my desires, but I’m woke.

And the cameras are rolling.

And I’ll be watching.

And in the meantime, I’ll be “hoping for the best, prepared for the worst, and unsurprised by anything in between.”


Welcome to The War.

"What war?" you ask.
The War of Art and personal creativity.

You may not have chosen it, but like it or not, it has chosen you.

If you're creative and you know it, clap your hands. (This means you, so get to clapping) And stomp your feet. And punch the wall. And go to a hilltop somewhere and let loose a primal yell that awakens those who have long gone before who know your battle. And shed your creative tears when you know that resistance has kept you down for days.

Or weeks.
Or months.
Or, in my case, decades.

And then say, "NO MORE. FCK YOU, resistance."

And then write, sing, act, play, paint, photograph, draw, garden, chop wood, grow a beard, bird watch, put on makeup (not fakeup), bake cookies, and pin to pinterest, all the way to finding you.

That's what people want. You. People are waiting on you to be you. YOU OWE US, yourself. Not some bullshit carbon copy that people think Hollywood wants. Not some cockamamie, pop-culture, here-today-gone-tomorrow, fake-dakery. Because even Hollywood doesn't know what it wants until it gets punched in the face with it.

If you go to the grave without giving us yourself, we all lose.

So, own it.

And then people will buy you and will own your art because they're living vicariously through someone who is doing creativity like they really want to be doing they just don't know what they can't put their finger on yet. And then you'll exist in this place where maybe, just maybe, everything seems too easy because you're finally doing what you were born to do when all along you felt that if it didn't FEEL DIFFICULT, that you weren't doing the right thing.

Because with struggle comes change right? With challenge comes change right? Yeah, life has that. But when you're flowing from who you are into who you are it's like an unobstructed river. Like a dam has burst. Like a champagne bottle has been uncaged and uncorked and honey, there ain't NO WAY to put all that champagne back in THAT bottle.

Some ends up on clothes.
Some on the floor.
Some is drunk.
Some evaporates into micro-particles that then violate someone else's lungs and airspace and they don't even know what's hit them because hey, they don't even drink.

But then, from these dream-seeking-living-inspiring micro-particles, they become intoxicated on the possibilities that exist for THEIR lives by seeing YOUR life take flight. And then, they want that.

And what if every person on the planet, in an instant, immediately switched from doing what they HAVE to do according to the existing framework of what they NEED to do to survive and started living in a new paradigm of creativity whereby they were compensated for doing what they love and do best?

Wars would stop.
Famines would end.
And creativity would reign supreme.

This is why resources (read: finances, time or whatever will pave the way) SHOULD flow towards those who awaken that in ourselves.

So pick up the pieces from your past life and experiences, rather, let them lie there as a Hansel and Gretel-ish trail that, unlike H&G, you DON'T intend to follow backwards to the safety of your comfort zone.

And move forward to freedom in the new space you now occupy... all while putting a few bucks in the hat for the street musician.

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