I am very aware that Martin Luther King Day was 1/19/2015. I still wanted to share this with everyone because to me to serve on that day meant a lot to me. I was very elated by the fact that I got to serve with my City Year Alumna for the first time in months. Serving with them and the new corps of course was very fun. I painted canvases for a pre school classroom, I met new people and the environment was very peaceful. Seeing people of different color, different environments and different areas showed that Martin Luther King made a huge difference not just in my community but all over the world as well. Remember we are all equal and God made us in His image. Never let anyone tell you that you are less of a person because you aren't. Equality is everything and to the person who is reading this so are YOU. Keep striving!!! 💯
This topic is based is based on police brutality. Police brutality has become a big problem around the world but it's mostly happening in the black community. This is not to focus on the black community but police brutality and its affects.
Police brutality is becoming a form of racism but the affecting both the African American and white race. There are minorities of people who don't look at it as a dilemma and there are others who find it to be a problem. I am one of those people who believes that police brutality needs to be a thing of the past and it needs to be fixed immediately. Police brutality is shameful, horrific and causes so much negativity. In society we are taught that policemen/women are to protect and serve. In this day and age if we call the police, we aren't sure if we will get help at all. Of course the police has every right to do their job but they have no right ti overstep their boundaries. When they overstep their boundaries in result they abuse their rights and end up abusing the person whom they are dealing with at hand. The police abuse their rights by abusing people mentally and physically with their actions. A lot of these people they end up abusing are the African American community. Constantly, we hear on the news there is an African American man who is unarmed and maybe casually enjoy his day until a cops analyzing him to be suspicious. What could possibly be suspicious about an African American man unarmed who is casually enjoying his day? What makes a black man suspicious to a white cop? There are many answers to these questions than just knowing that as African Americans we are to be treated as slaves again. Another aspect that goes within this topic is that there are people who are policemen/women and white that disagree with police brutality but afraid to stand up for what they believe in. Those reason could be because:
1. They don't want to lose their job
2. Generally just afraid to stand up for what's right
3. To join the crowd
By looking at these three reasons shows that policemen/women are people are just likeanybody else in the world. The point that I am getting at here is anybody can think of one of those three reasons when put under pressure or in a dilemma. We are people and have reasons as to why we don't do certain things. Considering the fact that police/women are simply human think about their uniforms. Their uniforms have badge, a gun, a club and etc. to represent their authority. If policeman didn't have these rules to represent their authority, what would the law mean then?
Here are two opinions from both Idriss and David Kraiss:
Idriss-"No matter how mad a person gets they have that little voice in their head saying what they're doing is wrong. Yes sometimes people maybe in the moment but at the end of the day they control their actions and if they feel as if the job is too much, quit and do something less stressful".
I posted a tweet saying "What do white people have against us(African Americans)?". One of my followers, David Kraiss who is white responded by saying, "We live in a society that over generalizes and stereotypes without any means and little proof. Because we live in the 21st Century, racism isn't supposed to exist but it does unfortunately. Issues like the Michael Brown shooting raises awareness and it's sad that it takes tragedy to stop ignorance. The worst is a closet racist who is afraid to speak up but behind closed doors will be prejudice. In my opinion the stem of racism is jealousy and resent the fact that minorities are just as good as them if not better than them".
Thought David is white, it is clear that feels that African Americans and whites are both equal which they are. He also made a valid point that it takes tragedy to stop ignorance. Racism is alive everywhere and should be stopped at hand not when we lose another African American. If African American cops were killing whites what would be the case?
Label slave is talking about the African American community being affected in a negative way by labels. The labels that I speak of are exactly what you may think from Gucci to Alexander McQueen. Usually labels are worn for fashion, to look nice and/or to express that one has expensive taste.Those within the African American community use labels to cover up their insecurities and to make a statement. The statement that is being made is stating, "I have this but you don't". These labels are making the African American community become slaves. African Americans constantly want the next best thing from clothes to technology. As far as clothes they want anything that says Gucci, Burberry, Michael Kors, Hermes, YSL (Yves Saint Laurent), Chanel and etc. Next, as far as technology if an African American sees that you have a METRO PCS phone and not the updated version of the iPhone or the iPad, in their mind they believe they are better than you. The sad part about this whole topic is that the African American community cannot pronounce these labels. Then they would spend the last portion of their money on something materialistic instead of having a roof over their head. This generation is growing up to think that having the most labels and having an updated phone gets them somewhere in life. My grandmother and father once told me, "The most gold is in the projects". What this statement is implying is that a person who doesn't have much will do anything to have the best next thing to impress others but still in the same dysfunctional situation. Think about a broke African American man and white rich man. A broke African American man will wear a Burberry shirt , True Religion Jeans and Prada sneakers. Instead of his expenses going towards necessities they are going towards wants. The more is expenses goes toward his wants, the less money he will have to put towards his goals. The African American man is so caught up in impressing others that he doesn't realize he needs to work up to the next level instead staying in the same spot. Next, is the white rich man. As we know getting rich takes times and we have to go through obstacles to get where we want in life. The white man has worked all of his life his young life to get where his is in his adult life. While he worked towards his goals, material things were the last thing on his mind. Now that he is rich, he know that he can get whatever he wants but he knows the VALUE of money. Because he knows the value of money, he knows that his necessities are for more important than material things.
I asked two friends of mine Imani Briscoe and Andred for their opinions and there they are:
Imani Briscoe- "My opinion on this topic "Label Slaves" is that our generation has become so consumed by the prospect of owning the latest fad that we lost sight of the qualities that make each and every person unique. Labels are and have been for quite some time shackled the mind. They have led people to think with a singular mindset that we need what everyone else or we have to what everyone else needs. The consumerism of our generation can be seen as a addiction. For all intense purposes it is an addiction that is mainly fueled by media. When represented with the prospect of speaking on the topic of "Label Slaves". One of my first thoughts were how it compared to a film I had just recently watched. "The Hunger Games". The games true purpose was a distraction to those living in poverty so that they would not cause an uprising because without distraction of the game they would see all of the pitfalls of those in charge and demand better treatment and rights. Now replace the games with the labels and you have almost the same issue. The ability for those in poverty to afford clothes or merchandise that the rich and famous have is just a gimmick to make us feel as though we have been induced into the upper class of society. But there is a heroine to save the day and her name is thrifting. With the rise in popularity of thrift shopping in vintage clothing, many people have created their own style that helps express their individuality".
From Andred's point of view he isn't the type to wear labels because he can do something better with his money. There is nothing wrong with wearing labels but people wear them for the wrong reasons. People wear them for other people. Men specifically do wear them for women to be attracted and to tell the next what they have. If you take three people that shop at Marshall's, people wouldn't know what they have on unless they look at the label, Anybody can go to Marshall's but there is that one person out of those three people who has to have the label. In reality people wear labels to show off and not for themselves.
Praise God and Stay Humble.
Kendal Grace Reese is my baby sister and I consider her to be one of the strongest people I laid my eyes on. She was born May 28th 2013. The day she was born was the happiest day of my life. Though I was happy, I was also sad because she was premature. Due to her being premature she was in the hospital for a couple of months. Those couple of months, I was so impatient. I couldn't stand the thought of her being so tiny, having to wait so long for her to reach a healthier weight and arrive home at a later date. The day she arrived home, I found out through Facebook. I was so excited. At the time, I stayed the night out but when I arrived home to her I was filled with joy. Kendal was sleep, but I waited for her to wake up for me to hold her. When she woke up out of her sleep, her eyes lit up like stars. I couldn't believe how beautiful Kendal was. Then I held her and while hodling her, I immediately fell in love. The love I felt was so different. Holding my baby sister felt like I was holding a child of my own. I was so elated. Every day that I saw her I was so happy to have a baby sister and that I had someone to look over. I enjoyed feeding her, burping her, making her laugh and looking into her eyes. As she gotten older, I realized that she had so much personality. Kendal was such a happy baby. She found joy in anything at only a couple of months. Not only that, she began to watch t.v. shows but her favorite show was SpongeBob Square Pants. When Kendal watched SpongeBob her mood changed and she would get so excited. When Kendal was about 11 months she was diagnosed with a terminal illness called S.M.A. (Spinal Muscular Atrophy). This illness affects the body by causing it not to move and causing the infant not to speak as well. When my family and I found out the news, especially my mom and step dad, we were all devastated because S.M.A. causes death. Though my family and I were devastated by the news we had to remain humble and take action. Kendal had to go through many therapy sessions, doctor's appointments and put on breathing machines. She constantly had to get breathing treatment, taking medicine, physical therapy on her lungs and suctioned continuously. My mom, step dad and nurses worked hard to make sure Kendal lived a full amazing life. Through S.M.A. Kendal laughed, smiled and showed so much personality. In addition, she was such a diva. My mom dressed Kendal in the most beautiful outfits. Kendal even made it to her first birthday party. Seeing her and celebrating with her was such a blessing. I began to try to form a stronger bond with Kendal. I wasn't sure how much I could do with Kendal because she wasn't able to move. My mom and I created some ideas for my brother and I to do more things with Kendal. There were times I held Kendal, sang to her, tickled her and spent time with her outside of our home on the deck while she watched SpongeBob. Though Kendal was remaining strong there were was a time when she was in and out of the hospital due to her heart rate. Kendal always made it through but later down the line things took a turn for the worst. Kendal was losing her fight with S.M.A. During the week of November 3rd Kendal was losing her fight slowly. She was still hooked up to her breathing machine but the doctors said that it wouldn't help any longer. On November 6th, Kendal stayed up throughout the night with my mom and step dad watching cartoons. The next morning Kendal finally went to sleep. My mom cooked breakfast, I was doing homework, my brother and step brother were still sleep and my step dad was was watching t.v. The doctors came to the house to check on Kendal. Kendal needed medicine. The doctor left to go get it and about 45 minutes after she left, Kendal passed away. The moment I realized Kendal passed away I suddenly broke down, went to the bathroom to scream and my brother came to the bathroom to hold me while I cried. My mom called the doctor and told her what happened. The doctor immediately came back to our house and checked Kendal's heart rate to confirm her passing. After her passing was confirmed my family and I held her and gave her kiss on the cheek. My mom and step dad took Kendal upstairs to her room, laid her down in crib to wash and dressed her. After she was washed and dressed, the rest of my family came to the house to console all of us. I left to go to New Jersey with my God mom to clear my mind. I came back to the house filled with so much family. The pastor from my mom and step dad's church came as well to say a prayer. After the prayer was said, I walked around the house, talked to a friend on the phone and sat in Kendal's room in her giant rocking chair. Sitting her room was very hard because of the love I have for her. I miss Kendal so much to the point I cry but I know that she isn't suffering and is in Heaven. Heaven for her is the greatest place because she can watch all of SpongeBob's episodes, walk and talk. Kendal's purpose on Earth was to bring everyone together and have them realize why life is precious which she did. Everything that I do is because of her and I'm going to make her proud. Kendal Grace Reese was strong, beautiful, and fought hard. Because of these characteristics, she is God's angel's in my heart. Kendal we love and miss you. Continue to watch over us all.
My name is Kennedie. I am a young woman still learning the ways of the world and how to manage. I am currently pursuing a degree in Mass Media. My purpose in creating my blog is to inspire others and to share as well as receive different points of view.