The Grace of God in Reflective Thoughts of Racism

by Brian Foulks
R3 Contributor
For all intense purposes, I should be a bitter black man. I have trained for a position that I can’t secure a job within; I am without a full-time job; and I continue to read and see the injustices heaped upon black males with a myriad of other things as well. I have seen how the city of Philadelphia bombed the MOVE headquarters where black children were living. I have seen the blatant injustice around the Trayvon Martin case. I have seen countless video of young black males being killed by cops. I have read numerous articles, books and personal conversations with those who experienced Jim Crow, segregation and parts of slavery. Last but not least, I saw how the poor (a disproportionate amount of them were poor blacks)were subjugated to treatment as if they were criminals, exiled on the Isle of Patmos, known as the Superdome during Hurricane Katrina.

As I reflect on those things, I almost want to say what the f— is going on as reconcile this is my mind. I am amazed that we have made it this far with such obvious resentment placed upon us-and when I say us I mean black folks. Yes, whites go through things at an alarming rate but they do not have to deal with that silent killer known as racism. Racism is an ingrained retardant that if not restructured mentally will cripple you. Everyday, I have to wrestle with the notion that my neighbors are calling me a nigger. (all of my neighbors are white) Everyday I have to wrestle with do I leave off certain schools on my resume because it will show that I am black. See, I am a proud graduate of Benedict College which would denote my blackness because it is a historical black College. These are by products of racism that as a black male ,I deal with on a daily basis.

Most read my blogs, tweets, posts would think that I am a racist because I appear to deal with black issues and racism on a consistent basis. Well, I am not a racist or spit racist taunts but I am a realest and there is no such thing as post-blackness. I grew up in a white city, went to a white high school but I am a black man that loves black people. That is not to say I hate others but I put such emphasis on that because of the way black people are treated via the media. It is almost a crime to love black people.
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