I once sat where this young lady sits right now. Not on the witness stand, but in front of the piercing eyes of judgement. I was also nervous and my Black skin was a curse or so I was made to believe. I was uncomfortable and angry and I just wanted to not be nowhere. That was a lot of years ago and from what I have been reading about Ms. Rachel Jeantel, ain’t shit changed. She is doing a good thing, but the people that at look her choose to remain superficial and childish, much like the way we they have been trained.
I did a Google search of Ms. Jeantel and I was almost brought to tears from the absolute bullshit I was reading. I thought about putting some of those comments here, but it would serve no purpose, you have all seen and read them. So now this young lady, trying to do the right thing will have her self-esteem buried right along side the person she’s trying to defend.
I often say, “when you know better, you do better”, I’m starting to think we don’t know any better. Unless Love and Hip Hop breaks for a commercial we remain in a childlike state of drooling and looking for something to smoke or eat. This was suppose to be the year, “I should heal”, but it looks like I’ll be stuck at “my heart remains broken”.