Surprised? You should see it from this end.
When The Domino Theory went dark in 2016, I had grown tired of blogging. I was tired of writing about dead Black people. I was tired of writing about racism. I was tired of writing.
So I stepped away. Here we are entering Year Three of President Pussygrabber’s occupation of the Oval Office and while I haven’t been entirely silent on social media, I definitely receded into the background. That was not an accident.
I never intended to blog for eight years, but my intentions aren’t always dead on. The whole idea behind this blog was it was going to be where I kept my writing chops sharp in-between freelancing gigs. As it turned out, it became my primary outlet when I stopped freelancing.
In a perfect world, I would have parlayed my blog into a contributing gig with some newspaper, magazine or website, but that’s not where most journalists are ending up these days. Most of my colleagues are out of journalism. Some left it voluntary and some went back to college to get a Masters and a few up and quit and a few passed away. Whatever the reasons, I now know more former than working journalists.
In the end it seemed a good time to step away from blogging, from writing, from being concerned, from being committed.
But this is not a time to be uncommitted. We are at risk. All of us. There’s a madman in the White House and he has the nuclear launch codes. Passivity is not going to cut it and neither is hunkering down. As Audre Lorde said, “Your silence will not protect you.”
The dominoes have fallen and the theory has become an ugly ass reality. It’s time to break my silence as Dr. King did in April 4, 1967, a year to the day before his assassination.
I am convinced that if we are to get on the right side of the world revolution, we as a nation must undergo a radical revolution of values. We must rapidly begin…we must rapidly begin the shift from a thing-oriented society to a person-oriented society. When machines and computers, profit motives and property rights, are considered more important than people, the giant triplets of racism, extreme materialism, and militarism are incapable of being conquered.
A true revolution of values will soon cause us to question the fairness and justice of many of our past and present policies. On the one hand, we are called to play the Good Samaritan on life’s roadside, but that will be only an initial act. One day we must come to see that the whole Jericho Road must be transformed so that men and women will not be constantly beaten and robbed as they make their journey on life’s highway. True compassion is more than flinging a coin to a beggar. It comes to see that an edifice which produces beggars needs restructuring.
A true revolution of values will soon look uneasily on the glaring contrast of poverty and wealth.
MLK was a great American because he challenged America to be greater than it was and he didn’t need a stupid red hat to get the point across. Don’t think for a moment I’m trying to compare myself to King. All I aspire to be is the kind of strong Black man he was and like my father was.
That is why I have zero tolerance for silence including mine. Especially mine. Now is the time to be the creative extremists MLK wanted us to be.