The Orlando Shooting and the Never Ending Fight over Gun Control

 

I think the most frightening world is a world in which everyone is frightened of each other, where people no longer recognize themselves in the other person and only see what they’ve been taught to fear. What’s even more frightening is when frightened people carry guns. I don’t know about you, but knowing that everyone is strapped doesn’t make me feel safe at all. My life becomes even more threatened, and the chances of getting killed by a bullet over a misunderstanding or misidentification, or a combination of someone’s poorly channeled anger coupled with their equally poor aim, doubles. So when Trump gets behind the mic in front of a mass audience professing that the Orlando shootings could’ve been prevented if other people in the club had a gun is completely asinine. The ignorant and moronic statements this man makes sends shivers down my spine and leaves me utterly bewildered.
Question: WHO GOES TO THE CLUB WITH GUNS, TRUMP??!!!
Oh! …that’s right, NO ONE!
“Why?”, you ask, because it’s F*#KING STUPID!

Solving gun related issues by bringing in more guns is not the answer. With the media only aiding in our suspicion of each other, we all will be looking at each other as a potential threat. When you have a nation of people who are scared of each other, you get a nation of people who have neglected reason and logic and compassion, and, instead, walk around with their finger on the trigger ready to go after anyone they assume to be dangerous for any number of reasons.
Black people have known forever what it’s like for the world to look at us with suspicion, prejudice, and hate. Now the focus has shifted to the Muslims within our country, and it’s outrageous how one group of people become the targets of such bigotry. We forget that the majority of us all want the same things and desire to cause no harm. We forget that we all want to live out our days in good health, safety and security, and live long enough to see our kids grow up. Unfortunately, our similarities get lost in the frenzy of death.

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The murderous attack that happened in Orlando tragically follows a string of horrible gun violence that has taken place in our nation. As I watch CNN and look at the faces of all those who were murdered, my heart breaks yet again. It’s becoming too frequent, too normal. It’s like getting hit to the point where you feel numb: The Inland Regional Center in San Bernardino, Umpqua Community College in Oregon, Planned Parenthood in Colorado, Emmanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church in South Carolina, the Washington Navy Yard in D.C., Ft. Hood Texas, Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Sikh Temple in Wisconsin, Century Theater in Colorado, not to mention a more recent threat at UCLA. The list just keeps going.

I don’t know how many more times I can watch President Obama address the nation with another grief filled speech asking for the nation’s help to enforce more strict guns laws, requirements and background checks.
Whatever your stance is on gun control, I think we all can agree that something has to change. I don’t understand why people are fighting about this. Clearly the rise in body counts has not been enough to get people to lessen the grip on their stance and come together to actually solve the problem. How many more people have to die before we set aside our pride and egos? How many more funerals have to be attended? How many more mothers, spouses, and children have to cry out loud in pain, anger, and disbelief? Something must change.

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Meanwhile, I pray that we do not become conditioned and confused by what the media puts out, and remember that one person who does a horrible act does not reflect the attitudes of an entire group. I pray that we don’t trade in our humanity and common sense for a safe full of fire-arms. I want safety just as much as everyone else, but protection will not come by building walls and putting snipers on the roof. Safety and protection comes from a unified effort, where everyone rallies against the ignorance and hate that permeates throughout our communities, and awaken to the fact that we have more in common than not.

A Letter to my Unborn Son #Ferguson #MikeBrown

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Son,

I loved you at the moment of conception.

Your father and I decided to extend our timeline through you. You were our eternity.

As you grew inside me, I enthusiastically prepared for your arrival.

But my enthusiasm turned into fear – fear for your survival.

I realized that the world may not be as excited to have you here.

The world may not be ready to swaddle you in their arms like I would;

may not be ready to align your path with the golden opportunities our ancestors paid in blood for.

Why?..you ask.

Well you, my love, are a Black boy.

With skin of obsidian – smooth and flawless ;

deep and vast like star-studded galaxies;

warm like an indian summer in september.

You, my love, are beautiful.

But the world has yet to fully incorporate your beauty into its’ pallet.

They walk blindly, speak ignorantly, & kill unmercilessly.

They will try to color you out of history.

But I will not let them, I refuse to let them.

Your beauty, your genius, your art, your strength, your fight, your compassion, your style, your poise, your voice will live on as long as I have breath to declare it to the world.

I will write your history down.

Whether they acknowledge it or not, whether they honor it or not, whether they choose to do better or not,

it WILL be written.

Your birth will be your day of crowning and the start of your reign.

And I will be there to properly adorn you with the love and guidance they tried to deny you.

And your story – our story- will be an epic tale of triumph and glory.

So come now, and rest beside me…

we will leave the world outside for now…and dream.  

~BEpifani 2014

Taking Flight

 

 

The older I’ve gotten, the further I’ve evolved, the more people I’ve shed. Learning to fly light felt lonesome at first. But now I’m able to soar higher with those of like spirits, without the weight of fruitless attachments. 

~B’Epifani~

Oneness

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To Love means that you recognize yourself in the other. I had an experience today that reminded, yet again, that, as a Global Community, we have some ways to go before the weight of ignorance is shed; and the ideas of “brotherhood” and “sisterhood” are no longer simply utopian concepts, but rather serve as the foundation of a civilized society.

~Bepifani~