I start by a quote from Patrick Henry… “Why stand we here idle? What is it that the gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God. I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!” In the early 1800′s man’s plight was freedom, a battle to the Constitution of the United States; Declaration of Independence (established July 4th, 1776).
“The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America,
When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.–That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, –That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness…”
In this Pursuit of Happiness, the “Blacks” were left out. There has always been a price to pay being Black in America, whether in the 1800′s or 2013, Black people still were and are not free, but tied to stipulations like in the 1800′s when you had to walk with papers proving your legitimize to be off slave quarters. Walk down the street, stopped because Black, plus you look suspicious. Black, dying in the back seat of a police car after beating beaten. Black, shot in front of his mother and when police come they detain the mother while her son dies in the street. Black, wearing a hoodie and the vigilant has a right to kill you and be praised, and you were only a 17 year old boy walking home. Black, standing fighting against oppression & suppression and you are a threat to public safety. Black, making up 14% of the country population, but 49% of prison population. Black, 7,000 boys between 15-25 (of course younger & older) die every year to gun violence. Black, 70% of households are single mom families. Black, our community owned, brought and sold by everyone who looks nothing like us.
Where did we go wrong “Black” America, who build the “White House”, nurtured the land, traveled the seas of invention? Where are the reaps of rewards for all our hard work with each and every stipulation? Where is our 40 acres and a mule? How did the American Dream touch every finger, but the Black hand? Is our “first” Black President all we have to show? Or… is this 1800′s Black plight still kicking our azz today. ”Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death”, I say God will have the final say anyways.