You Mad or Nahh?


"Why does it matter when we hurt each other all the same to this day? We as black people kill each other for pointless reasons. We enslave ourselves every day."

This was a quote I read on FaceBook earlier today, and it really struck a chord with me.

Emmett Till. Trayvon Martin. Eric Garner. Mike Brown. Why do these names matter when it's black on black crime happening all the time? Is it like family where you could talk about your mother, but no one else better not dare? We should be outraged whenever someone is senselessly murdered regardless of who did it.  We should be able to come together to express outrage when we lose one of our own at our own hands just like we do when a white person, or member of law enforcement takes a life.

Why can't we do so? What makes it all right for us to kill each other, but not anyone else? Why do we get all out of sorts when another race / ethnicity murders our youth but not when we do? Is it all right because it's just one "n" word killing another "n" word? We should always be upset over a senseless killing (especially gang violence) no matter what the color, race, or ethnicity of the perpetrator. Don't make cops the scapegoat. Don't always make whites the enemy because truth be told, we are our own worst enemy. We are helping them eradicate us. Stop ignoring the elephant in the room. We are killing ourselves a whole lot quicker than they are right now.
So I leave you with this question: "You mad bro, or nahh?"

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