Posts Tagged ‘love’

I am still outraged that George Zimmerman was acquitted of murdering Trayvon Martin. I am suspect of Florida’s Stand Your Ground Laws. I am convinced that mandatory sentencing guidelines are overly harsh in most cases and affect black folk and other minorities disproportionately. And while I reeled from the news of Zimmerman’s acquittal, I was hit in the gut again by the news that Marissa Alexander faced decades in jail as she defended herself from an abusive mate. Her defense rested on the controversial Stand Your Ground Law after she fired a warning shot near or at her abusive husband. Marissa claims she was protecting herself from another attack at the hands of her man. She “stood her ground”. Instead of Justice, Marissa was sentenced to 20 years in prison, igniting a firestorm of objection and protest across the country, particularly from black Americans still reeling from the Zimmerman verdict.

The anger I felt as this woman’s picture was showing up time and again in my social media timelines, usually accompanied by the headline or status update that all she was doing was defending herself against an abusive male. I saw images of an innocent mother. That’s somebody’s sister…. another innocent sista trapped in an abusive relationship… There are so many stories like this in our community, I was thinking…. I was like dag.. yet another brotha beating down his woman…. I had sympathy for Marissa…. Compassion. I joined in the voices that said “INJUSTICE!! DISCRIMINATION!!! UNFAIR!!! Yes. On the surface, it appears that Marissa would be yet another black person unjustly consumed by the court system in America. A fact made worse because the case is in Florida.

Then I began to seek the facts. Facts that reveal why Marissa’s Stand Your Ground defense was turned away at pre-trial hearings. Facts that also demonstrate why Marissa was convicted on multiple charges and sentenced to a mandatory 20 years. After only 12 minutes of deliberation, the jury convicted Marissa of three counts of aggravated assault with a deadly weapon. (Click here to read the actual court documents) So then what happened?? How did we get to this point???

(Note: As of June 10, a retrial was postponed to December, while the state learns if the New Warning Shot bill will be passed or not)

On July 31, 2010, Marissa left her newborn child in the hospital days after giving birth to visit the home of Rico Gray, her husband. The couple had gotten married in May, but Marissa had not lived with Rico for two months prior to the shooting incident. When she got there, Rico wasn’t home so she parked her car in the garage and waited. She spent the night but Rico did not come home until the morning along with his two sons. Sounds like everything is cool, because they all sat down and had breakfast. Everything is great. But then Marissa gave her phone to Rico so he could see pics of their newborn who was still in the hospital. She gave him the phone and then got up to go to the restroom. Rico found text message conversations between Marissa and her Ex. Rico got mad and confronted her as to whether the baby was even his. You know that set it off, right? And so it was on…. Rico prevented Marissa from leaving the bathroom at first, but she managed to get around him and exited. According to experts, this is where the Stand Your Ground laws went awry.

Marissa’s actions at this point made the difference. Marissa exited the restroom and went to the master bedroom. Rico left the bedroom and headed to the living room. His sons were there. Marissa then leaves the bedroom, walks past Rico and the kids, straight to her car where she got a gun from her glovebox. She came back into the kitchen and pointed it at all three(Rico and his two sons). Rico put his hands in the air but Marissa fired anyway narrowly missing Rico’s head and sending a bullet through the kitchen and into the ceiling of the living room….. dayum!!!! Rico got the heck outta there with his sons and called 911. Marissa stayed at the house but never did call 911. It should be noted here that Rico did have a history of abuse against Marissa and other chicks. One such incident sent Marissa to the hospital with head injuries after he shoved her into a bathtub.    Court Record of Gray's 2009 Domestic Battery ArrestIn the following legal actions, they decide to depose Rico. And wouldn’t you know it.. the couple is now conspiring to keep the laws out of their business. Rico said he had all but threatened to kill Marissa. He said she couldn’t leave the house through the garage because it was broken and that she never pointed a gun at him or his kids. But that was a completely different account than what he gave to the cops. Then, after swearing in court that she would have no contact with Rico, she continued to see him. In fact, when the court dismissed Marissa’s Stand Your Ground defense, the judge noted that not only did Marissa continue to see Rico even after swearing not to, Rico and her discussed what Rico should say during the deposition!!!! Shady…

Rico says he lied in his deposition to protect Marissa. Further, after Marissa was convicted and sentenced to 20 years, she requested a retrial. At that hearing, Rico said he never threatened to kill her and said he begged and pleaded for his life when she had the gun. To make things worse, while she was out on bail and awaiting trial from the shooting charges, Marissa was arrested for domestic battery against Rico. Apparently she came to drop off their child at the house and they started arguing because he would not allow her to stay overnight. Police were called but Marissa had fled the scene. But not before she left Rico with a swollen eye and bloodied.  Po- Po caught up with Marissa about an hour later and of course Marissa claimed to not know what “this was all about” – she had an alibi. But as he police kept questioning her, the story changed with Marissa claiming that in fact she had gone to Rico’s house but he attacked her with his fists because she wouldn’t stay overnight. But Marissa had no visible injuries….Marissa Alexander's December 2010 Arrest Report Marissa was arrested and her bail revoked.

Needless to say, Marissa’s case has a lot of issues. She had choices when she felt she was in “life threatening danger” – leave through the front door, back door or garage. She stayed in the house and although she and Rico said the garage was broken, police were not able to confirm.

Marissa says it was only a warning shot, but she shot at Rico, narrowly missing him. The fact that she shot at him and did not hit him in the body presents the argument that she wasn’t trying to kill him so why fire at all. She was never in life threatening danger. She never called the police. If she was in fear for her life, she should have dialed 911.

She kept returning to the house even after the court ordered her not to. She did not fear Rico as she had previously claimed.

The last arrest for Domestic violence while she was out on bail coupled with the fact that she lied to police about even being there demonstrates that she was not in fear of her life…..

In the end, this case is sad. It is the story of a tragic and, in my opinion trifling couple with severe anger issues. Marissa clearly has issues within this relationship. Rico clearly has violence issues. But they keep seeing each other… They keep trying to protect one another… Thier relationship is a messy mess and now Marissa will have to do major time for her actions. The pictures we see with the status sentences and twitter updates present an entirely different picture of this woman. We are led to say poor Marissa…. but in fact, this relationship was a mess. Clearly Marissa is not some helpless victim of domestic violence. They maintained a messy, violent relationship. Abusers of one another. They clearly need anger management and mental health counseling.

Now I am not saying the sentence isn’t too harsh. I am all for seeking justice where injustice has been applied. I am saying that I need to sit this one out and see how it shakes out. I am saying that besides whatever the courts are going to do with Marissa, this couple needs mental health and anger management treatment. This dysfunctional relationship has caused a world of pain.

Marissa Alexander. A symbol of American injustice? not so fast is what I say…. I wish her luck…. It’s all unfortunate. But this one? Not so fast…..

And so this weekend, we celebrate Mother’s Day. My mom has joined the legions of the angels in heaven. And yet, I love her. I miss her…

I was blessed. My mom was always there. Loving, nurturing, supportive…. I was definitely blessed. And at the core of all my life’s goals, was a burning desire to make her proud of me….

I realize that there are those who were not as fortunate as me. There are those who would tell us that mom died when they were very young. Others would say moms died during childbirth and they never knew her. Some would tell us that mom was an addict, sick and unable to care for them properly. Others would tell us of losing mom to illness or accidents…..

Some moms have demonstrated a level of neglect that leaves the children psychologically damaged. Some teach their children a moral standard that would appall the status quo…. I have heard stories of moms teaching their children to smoke weed, drink and smoke cigarettes…. I have seen the neglect of children through their hygiene and dirty clothes…

How does a mom willfully and intelligently give up their children. Isn’t a mom emotionally and physically connected to their child? How does this happen???

Over the last year and a half, since I have had custody of my grandsons, I have encountered and witnessed so many moms. I have attended PTA and school meetings where I was the only dad/granddad in the room…. I have witnessed moms on the football team and track team, struggling to make sure that their children are active, responsible and responsive young people…. I have interacted with moms as we worked together on projects. I see moms struggling… I see moms sacrificing…… I see moms nurturing…

yes. I have a whole new appreciation for the role a mother plays….. We have to love and appreciate what mom is doing to take care of us…… In our house, we have a song… We gather around Babi (that’s what the grandsons call their grandmother and sing “I worship you oh mighty babi!!! there is none like you!!! I worship you oh mighty babi.. that is what I long to do… I give you praise… cuz you take good care of us…. I worship you oh mighy babi… there is none like you!!!!”  yup, some will recognize this lyrical interpolation from church….

As a grown man, I often wonder about the issues I took my mom through. I wonder about the sleepless nights… the stress, the worry, the anger that I may have brought her. Have I ever embarrassed her? Was I so out of line that she had a problem with me?

No matter what my issues were, mom loved me….  I appreciate all those days inside the Borden School writing, doing math…. for it made me more focused… I appreciate the piano lessons for they molded my current appreciation for music…. I appreciate her insistence that I go to church… I appreciated our paper route.. I say our because mom was down to load up our station wagon with the papers and roll about the neighborhood throwing papers right there with me…..

I love mom… I appreciate mom…. I miss mom…..

I went to a funeral this week.
It was the most recent in what is seemingly an unending string of such gatherings since my father’s passing in 2005….. The essence of the latest homegoing was that I saw many people who have been a part of the “industry” for years, as have I….

As I looked around, I saw so many associates and friends who have been laboring in the entertainment industry for years….  Still looking the same, perhaps older and wiser….It was a completely reflective day…. A day that most will agree gave pause to take inventory of the value of life….

Tonite, I sit here in the dark, randomly prognosticating about life….  The gift of the Life….. The essence of life…. how valuable life is……

But what is life?

Sometimes we get caught up in our titles…. our jobs…. our positions here…. our status there…. but is that really what life is all about? We judge one another by the clothes we wear…. the cars we drive….. the complexion of our skin…… is that life? is that how we’re living???

Even in our spiritual walk….  Is this the life we strive for even as the Word specifies life????

On the street, brothas in the hood battle even unto death over the color of a handkerchief….. is that life? of course not….

We work so hard towards material goals, but is that life??? We strive so diligently in pursuit of our careers… is that life?

Sometimes we rush to and fro in search of that which is most important (or not) in our lives… but is that thing really worth its place as center of our lives??

In recent times, I was in a season where I commuted more than 300 miles daily to and from work. I burned up two cars and was involved in a major accident in the third… I now had to walk from my house to the bus stop early in the morning. This bus would connect me to the trolley which would connect me to the AMTRAK train. If I missed that bus, my entire day’s timeline would be destroyed….. ( if you are so inclined, you can relive my daily journey here...)

Every other day, there would be this elderly man on a scooter who caught the bus at my stop. And every other day, this guy would have a problem getting that darn scooter on the bus… We would have to wait while this old guy manuevered his scooter safely inside the bus- his problems often causing us to miss the trolley…. everyone on the bus would get an attitude when he was at the bus stop.

Even as folk would get an attitude with this guy, he would turn and apologize to everyone and offer everyone who would listen a butterscotch candy…. he would look each person in the eye and say hello…..

After a time. I began to talk to this man. I learned that he rode the bus because it was his only way of getting to his vital dialysis sessions…. He was up at the crack of dawn so he could get to the health center where he would have tubes probed into him all day. If he missed a session or two, he would face dire health issues….

“Hey man, I’m just trying to live” he says to me one day…..

Here I am, getting majorly angry with this guy whenever he came to the bus stop…. He was in my way… he was upsetting the delicate balance of my life…. He was in the way….. But in the real, he was living….. and living in this moment…..

Our time is appointed and anointed….. it is up to us to embrace the essence of life all around us…. promote the love that emanates from our hearts…. and celebrate the energy of our people and from whence we came….

We cannot re-do the past…. so live…..

We cannot control the future…. so live…..

We can only regulate the now, and even then only up to a point….

Each fleeting moment is a gift. Don’t waste it.

No matter what the situation is, if you can breathe the breath of life, it is a gift….

Life. This moment in time…. is so precious…. so fragile…. so valuable…..

What will we do??? how will we live??? How do we treat others???

That is the individual choice of everyone in this world…. but one thing is sure….

Life is to be lived with love…….

I am at the stage in my life where I have to confront the unfinished business of my past. I have pushed to make a career as a broadcaster. I am fairly well known as a broadcast media marketer. I’ve been on the air occasionally as a host and co-host… I made my mom and dad proud…

And now, mom and dad have passed on… My dad made his transition on May 18, 2005… Mom left us suddenly on October 30, 2006. These events landed me in my hometown for lengths of time far longer than I have ever been since the age of seventeen, when I went off and joined the Marines…. Oh sure, I would come home for a weekend… talk to my dad and kiss my mom, but never in my adult life had I spent more than two – three days at home… or maybe a short leave of 14 days or so…

Now, here I am… In these brief years since my parent’s passing, I have spent more time in my hometown than ever before. I am like a fish out of water here… After a lifestyle of continuous music and media, I am now in the midst of quiet solitude. I am closing out my parent’s lifetime of success, spirituality and collections…

It is very very quiet here. I do not have any connections to any of my friends from back in the day. My home church is not the place as I feel I have outgrown it spiritually. And so I commute two hours on most Sundays so I can attend my church… or watch it on the Internet.

The good thing is that I have connected with my daughter (from my first marriage) in a way that we have never been connected before. She is a young woman with four (yes. 4) children. Wow!! I have four beautiful grandchildren. I have been able to help her in times of trouble, but it is still a work in progress… pray for me here…. Nonetheless I am able to spend time with the young ones… and that is a huge blessing!!!

I learned about my first love. I have often wondered where she was and how she was doing… Over the years I had even found myself looking for her on the Internet…. I found her sister on Classmates.com, and we made contact… I learned that my friend was murdered more than ten years ago and her body has never been found. I was devastated. I had to share with them the news of my parents as they knew them too… My mom and her mom were in the Navy together… They shared tidbits of the story with me…. This event tripped me out because I did not know… I had not heard the news… I even wonder if our episode in life caused her to make the choices in life… Was I the cause of her destructive lifestyle?

In the ’70’s, When I went away to the Marine Corps, I had no real claim to a girlfriend. But this girl and I had an unspoken love between us… In high school we went on quite a few dates… We spent quality time together… And in the years after school, even when I did not purpose to see her when I came home on leave, we would run into each other, and go out….

Somehow, I planned to marry my baby’s momma. I really should have never done this, but hey that’s a whole blog by itself…. I ran into my friend and asked her to dinner specifically for the purpose of telling her I was going to get married… I even had the rings in my pocket. We went to a nice place… we even got on the subject of marriage, but I did not have the courage to tell her…. On my wedding day, there was a reception in the hall next to mine… Coincidentally it was the wedding of a young lady who went to school with me… I kissed my mom and thanked her for pulling together such a beautiful wedding ceremony and went to change my clothes… As I turned from my mom, I bumped into someone… it was my friend…. I was devastated. I really did not know what to say… She was visibly hurt…. deeply hurt.

I never saw her again……

I talked to her on the phone once or twice.. just to see how she was doing and to apologize… My marriage lasted a few months and I moved on to Los Angeles.

This was years ago…. and as time has passed I have wondered every now and again how she was doing, was she happy… how many children did she have… did she ever realize her dream of being a veterinarian…. But instead of all that, I learned of her demise… And I did not learn of it until more than ten years after her death.

I have to admit, I cried for an entire weekend after learning this.

I have been married for more than 23 years. My spouse is my best friend, no doubt. She is rolling through this part of my life right with me… The passing of my parents changed her too as she was really close to them particularly my dad.

The passing of my parents has been a life changing experience. I am back in my hometown now… commuting to the City for work, church and events… I am spending quality time with my daughter and her children… I am in a space of quiet solitude where I can hone and increase my creative gifts…

I don’t know how long this will last…. This town is not me… But for now, it is what it is… and the next generation needs me….

wow. The Circle of Life…