By Hakim Abdul-Ali
It’s that time of the year when the leaves of autumn will soon be falling from the trees in many sectors of our country. The only thing I can say about this phenomena is that it’s spectacularly wonderful.
So, as I begin to process my upcoming thoughts for this week’s article, this natural seasonal occurrence, which is also generally referred to as fall, is hard to describe except to say that it is definitely a pleasurable joy for one and all to observe. Count me as one of them too because the essential seasons of the year are the ultimate, realistic love songs of nature to experience.
I truly adore this marvelous time of the year, and I think that it should be for everyone else also because it’s an intimately natural mind blower to anyone with even a modicum of sensitivity about themselves. What more than this significant recognition do you or I need to testify to the greatness of the Most High Alone about being alive to witness this vivid time of the year?
Continuing in my present thinking vein, I sense that some disagreeing ethnic “hue-mans” may find that assumption on my part to be an ominous question to raise, and then there are still some other “hue-mans” who can’t, or won’t, appreciate being alive in anytime of the year, no matter the season. Maybe, that’s why there’s so little appreciation for recognition of the seasons or even in considering the fragility of the living process among so many incognizant beings throughout the globe.
Today’s world of burgeoning chaotic hotspots, including the troublesome lifestyles of certain folk, reflects so much that is going wrong in the present with disastrous repetition. I must admit that I tire sometimes of reading the daily news reports of the incessant local, national and global tragedies like the covert international political killings, habitual religious hatreds, wanton inner city American gang bloodshed, and longstanding ethnic bigotries, etc.
If you’re real with me, as you should be to yourself, you (should) know that there’s too much enmity, bitterness, division and hatred existing in our nation and beyond year round. No matter the season, I think that sentiment of mine is prevalent everywhere among peace loving folk of the universe.
In this season of autumn where the fallen leaves creates such a picturesque mosaic for all to see, I’m still wondering in what season of any year will freedom, justice and equality be an actuality for all oppressed folk of our potentially great land to experience and savor. Now, that’s something all of the so-called “The American People” should really think about and meditate on. Are you?
Well, I am and just like those falling leaves of autumn, I’ve envisioned in my most private and candidly open thoughts of asking when will American apartheid fall, if ever. I guess you can tell that I’m thinking rather loudly and explicitly about whether freedom ever will come to the minorities living in the bald eagle’s mystical landscape as it does for the privileged folk of this land.
Think about that thought as you envision the falling leaves in the glorious environs of the Berkshires in Massachusetts and realize that our present “his-storical” political America is facing continual struggles in making liberty for all an intermittent illusionary reality. As a brother of color during this time of the year, I’m forever questioning, “After 400 years, how long does it take to really eliminate racism, intolerance and discrimination of all kinds in this country?”
I know that question is on the thoughts and in the minds of millions of people of color. And these countless numbers of forgotten souls in the USA are likened to me, in my head, like the changing hues of the fallen leaves that exist during autumn.
I’m hoping that doesn’t seem too strange for you to decipher because just as art mirrors life in so many odd and whimsical formats, so do the varied ethnic “hue-mans” in relation to the various contrasts of the seasons of the year. When I offer that, please know that I’m referring to the changing moods, whims and personas of “hue-mans” in my and your worlds of existences.
That’s why I’m sometimes drawn to likening some folks’ attitudes and customs to the seasons of the year, if you catch my drift. Think deeply about what I’ve just said as you think about the mores and sensibilities of the folk in and around you in your life.
As you do, I feel reasonably assured that you’ll see why “Thinking Out Loud in Fall,” as an article of worthwhile reading, hopefully, may hit your cognitive sensibilities with a little more intrusive depth of meaning.
If you do understand what I’m inferring, then you’ll probably feel why this present political meteorological autumn landscape signifies that America is on notice to get things right at the voting polls this time around.
Call it what you want to but, as for me, I’m still thinking about family cohesiveness, national unity and mutual respect in our land as the weather begins to change drastically in many parts of America. So, again, excuse me for “Thinking Out Loud in Fall.”
In writing this article, I’m sentimentally feeling that the idea of being an American of color is supposed to be a right that allows me, and all others who look like me, the same privileges of democratic citizenship without biases.
That feeling, or sentimentality, l assume is still open for debate in the minds, lives and souls of the overwhelming forgotten and underserved ethnic masses of America.
I’m sure that they all think inwardly and out loud whether the equality for all motto is really trustworthy in practice, or is it just mere philosophical words written on paper for some, never to include them or anyone else of color. To me, narrow-mindedness and inequality are also likened to cooler forms of seasonal one-sidedness that still permeates and exists throughout the year in this highly partisanship society.
In closing, I realize that the weather is always changing and, like autumn, it has come after the heat of summer. I’m wishing that our nation changes for the better in ethnic racial relations. Of course, that expressed desire is extended to the other three seasons of the year.
America has too much to lose by not operating under an assertive love for all and hatred for none policy that would make all Americans of every color, shade, hue or tint feel that they are a part of the fabric of this potentially great nation. There’s far too much hidden prejudices racism and political shenanigans going on that are working side-by-side trying to derail the ultimate scope of Dr. Martin Luther King’s dream.
With all that I’ve said thus far while “Thinking Out Loud in Fall,” please know that we all can and must make America great for the very first time by making sure that the rule of democracy includes and works for everyone of every race, creed or color in this nation. For today and always, that’s, “As I See It.”