It was 6 am Saturday, August 29, 2020…and the news of the sudden passing of Chadwick Boseman essentially shook me to my core. It felt like a family member was taken away. At 43 years young, he made his mark in the African American culture in so many ways.
He portrayed the iconic roles of Jackie Robinson, James Brown, Thurgood Marshall, and my favorite…the convincing and believable King T’Challa in Marvel’s’ The Black Panther. He made us beam with pride as he gave children of color a superhero we would identify with and be proud of. He brought the fictitious Wakanda to life and into our hearts and culture. He had everyone doing the handshake greeting, followed by the arms crossing the chest.
As a black man, 2020 has knocked me to my knees more times then I care to discuss. From the pandemic to the current administration and the clown-like antics of the arch-enemy/villain #45 and his divisive underhanded, racist agenda. It’s a day to day struggle just having to wake up and face the day’s ills as a black man in Trump’s America.
As that kid who wanted to be a superhero from age four or five…I wish I had the lightning-fast speed of The Black Panther, to outrun the bullshit I’m faced with daily. It’s difficult waking up black in a country that doesn’t value or respect me and having the strength, endurance, and durability to carry an entire race on my back as we fight for justice & equality. I wish I could possess the power of his suit (with Vibranium weaved into the fabric) and absorb kinetic energy or energy in motion to use when the weight of the world is on my shoulders daily.
The point I’m making is, Mr. Boseman is yet another jewel our community has lost way too soon. He touched so many lives at such a young age with his talent. And he’ll be remembered and treasured for his excellence in the way he portrayed some of our greatest heroes. We will forever carry you in our hearts and souls, young brother.
Although we’re mourning and may disagree, I guess your work here was done. Rest peacefully. Wakanda Forever!
I read a post a few months ago, and it read, “If we kill US & if they kill US. There will no more US.” That resonated in my spirit, and my soul couldn’t rest. It inspired me to write about it. Then you factor in the lives lost to COVID-19, and the lady who posted it was right. We’re becoming the next endangered species. I’m appalled, outraged, deeply concerned, and morally defeated.
In broad daylight, Minnesota resident George Floyd, yet another unarmed black man senselessly lost his life to four Minneapolis Police Department officers. Breona Taylor was slain in her own home during a “no-knock” search warrant executed by the Louisville, Kentucky Police. And there are several other similar cases too numerous to mention.
Our country has a serious problem, and it’s time to address it. It’s 2020, and the same social injustices that my grandparents fought about and against 60+ years ago still exist today. People have had enough. It’s time for a change. But where do we start? The hatred is so deeply rooted in the fabric of America. Only now, it’s blatant and extremely obvious…plus highly visible to anyone who cares to pay attention. But we are fighting a losing battle?
The one bright spot in all of this is, several other ethnic groups are protesting and standing alongside African Americans in our fight for equality, this time. It’s pleasing, and it shows that we aren’t in this battle alone. Some things have changed since the Civil Rights Movement in the ’60s, and there are still good people in our country.
My biggest concern is the heinous and senseless black on black crime…we’ll get into that topic later. But make no mistake about it. It’s time to stop the mistreatment of minorities and end all racial discrimination once and for all. We should all be outraged and should demand systematic reform. What are your thoughts?
We met way back in 1976 when I was just eight years old. I didn’t know very much about you at that time. But my grandmother felt it was a great idea for us to meet and get further acquainted with one another. You were as foreign as a far and distant land. Little did anyone know how close we would become in the subsequent years that followed.
I remember being intimidated by your very presence. It was hard to figure you out, initially. It felt like trying to pick up a second language. And as a shy kid…I couldn’t look you in the eye without feeling intimidated. But I was determined to conquer my fear of you and accept every challenge we suddenly faced.
You were extremely fast…so very complex and even intricate…down to the slightest detail. Yet my intrigue was through the roof. I had begun to eat, drink, and dream of you only…non-stop! You had become my obsession. The more time I spent with you, the deeper I fell. You were all I wanted to do.
As time went on, people would see us together, and they knew we were a match made in heaven. You were good to me, and you made me happy. We would go to experience and accomplish many great feats together. I got to meet some incredible life-long friends. And I don’t know what my life would have been like without you.
I don’t see much of you anymore, but the memories are forever embedded in my soul. I still miss your scent, the joy you brought into my world, and the confidence I gained from being with you for so long that can never be replaced. My grandmother must’ve seen something in you. I’m glad she introduced us. BASEBALL…you will always be my first love.