Beach Day

Beach Day for these three. Rocky dressed himself down to the yellow bandana. Don’t worry, I had a ton of spare clothes packed, but I enjoy seeing his style unfold, so I let him go for it.

With three black boys in the family, I’m convinced now more than ever that we need to do whatever it takes to protect our own. These criminals, disguised as officials sent here to protect us, are out here putting little girls in handcuffs and throwing them to the pavement... Our sisters are falling asleep peacefully and waking up in heaven, murdered by the same hands that are pulling the triggers - shooting our fathers in their backs in front of our own children.

The audacity of people to formulate their lips to say, “Blue Lives Matter” is baffling. You can choose to be an officer of the law. You cannot choose to be black. How, as black people, are we expected to innately feel a sense of belonging to this country...or pride for the flag? And then when we protest and express our reasons, we are called none patriotic, it’s horrific... described as wild gangs coming to a town near you to steal, pillage and burn. What do they want from us?

Our people have long ago been stolen from OUR country, had our homes and towns burned. Our ancestry has been pillaged, our culture - appropriated...all while being forced to actually BUILD this nation with our bare hands, little food/home, and spirits weakened from being separated from all that we knew! 
Sigh. Now, more than ever, is the time to strap up and rise. Arm yourself with knowledge, control, and patience. Because there’s a long road ahead and we’re just getting started. ☮️