It happened again.
We woke up one morning and a black mans life was snatched. His name is Alton Sterling. He was a father to five children. His oldest child was 15, a son, and now that 15 year old boy is going to have to spend the rest of his life trying to figure out how to be a man without the guidance of his father. A truth prevalent for many in the African-American community.
We wake up the next morning to find out that another black man’s life had been taken away. His name is Philandro Castile. His young daughter will have have to spend the rest of her life trying to figure out a way to deal with the memory of seeing her father lose his life right in front of her.
The day after that 5 police men were shot dead in Dallas and 7 more officers were wounded*. The dead officers names are Lorne Ahrens, Michael Smith, Michael Krol, Patrick Zamarripa and Brent Thompson. If you are keeping count that is 7 lives that were taken away from their loved ones. That is 7 funerals that will be attended in the next few weeks. That is 7 lives who won’t be celebrating Christmas this year. 7 lives who will miss out on countless birthdays, graduations and celebrations of life. And for what? Because of prejudice. Because of hate and systematic racism. It saddens me that these men will be turned to a hashtag and the cynic in me believes that not much else will be done. I want to believe that justice will be served for all the men whose lives were taken away this past week, but the reality is that justice will probably only be served for the men whose skin has less melanin in it. It saddens me that a black veteran thought it made sense to go out and shoot at innocent police officers as a form of retaliation. An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. The war is far from over, but dear God, please tell me it is coming to a close soon.
Don’t just put up a hashtag for these men and feel that you have done all that needs to be done, go out and fight. Scream for justice. Let the world know that we cannot continue to show hate to our fellow man when Jesus called us to love, simply love and to be loved. The color of your skin did not matter to God when he granted us all salvation, so why does it matter to us in our day to day lives? May God bless the souls of those no longer with us and may he give comfort to their families in their time of need.