Apology For Slavery

Today, the US Senate passed an apology for slavery and segregation although no reparations and such are being talked of. I understand how sorry everyone is for what happened to our ancestors, but these images are still going to remain burned into my mind. Sometimes when I speak to my friends at the college I attend (where the majority of the population is all white) it can be hard to explain the feelings you get when you see these things. I feel they can't understand our sensitivity when they say certain things. I wanna scream when I hear people say that race is not an issue anymore. YES IT IS!! I've experienced things on many occasions that I would not chalk up to "coincidence". If its still a struggle now, I cannot imagine what it was like for my ancestors. My grandmother who is 91 years old told me of how she couldn't even go to the dentist in town because he didn't take "colored" people. It sickens me that humans can be so cruel to one another. When I really think about it, my mother and I aren't that far away from slavery on her side of the family. I believe that my great great grandmother (or add an extra great ha) was a slave..that's not too many generations and its a little scary too. A while ago, my dad showed me this movie called Rosewood that was based on a true story..the town which was occupied by both black and white people was thrown into a riot when a white woman claimed a black man raped her (when it was her own husband who was white as well). The white people in the town then raided just about every black residence in town..killing many. The movie brought me to tears. African Americans in history were hung, beaten, shot, and/or burned to death. I'm sorry senate, but I can't forget. I think our community is slowing starting to accept the apologies but do not ask us to forget.

Knowing what Dr. King and Rosa Parks, and Malcolm X faught for pushes me everyday. Knowing what my ancestors went through to ensure a future for us today pushes me everyday.
Knowing what my close family have gone through pushes me everyday.
Knowing that my president is muli-racial pushes me everyday.
Knowing that I have friends of all different races who support me pushes em everyday.

I want to rise and fly...the lord knows I do...

Junteenth celebration this weekend.."celebrate your freedom!"

xoxo,
Danie

ps. sorry for this long rant =)