We approach this week's Killersode with struggles and tears. It involves the killings of four beautiful African American girls in church during the1963 infamous church bombing in Birmingham, Alabama perpetrated by cowards. We jump into racism in its most wicked form. Shattered was a place for worship, celebration, activism, and being seen. Loss of childhood innocence and carnage becomes the order or day. How does the search for progress bring out such vile, cruel intentions? Looks like ripping worlds apart births moments of stronger opposition. A search for understanding shows we're still not there yet. Racism continues to plague. In the quest for united states, it seems we are still divided we fall. Discomfort needs to become the order of our day. We sit still clamoring for justice. Our rage is reignited yet again. When will we as a nation start to reach for understanding of what's beneath our skin is what keeps us whole as a collective. Our tears flow for justice. Are we ever going to wake up and decide we all matter...that there's beauty in our differences? Life and the pursuit of happiness is a possibility for us all. Well, if we decide or choose that we want it.
