|Where Do You Go After Leaving Selma?
1/21/2015 4:44:20 PM
By Hakim Abdul-Ali
Do you remember, if you are of age, the "our-storical" events of March 7,1965? It was called "Bloody Sunday," an event when civil rights advocates and marchers were beaten after intending to walk from Selma to Montgomery, Alabama, to seek the rights for African-Americans to register to vote.
These marchers were brutally attacked and beaten by European-American officers who used tear gas and bully sticks to impede them from walking to Montgomery, the state's capital in support of the marchers' platform. The March was led by the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
That occurrence and the topic of discrimination still resonates with me as I view local, national and global happenings with an ever-increasing concern for relief from bigotry and oppression. There obviously is much to be done in the world in regards to the masses of "colored" folk who suffer from institutional racism and systematic colonial suppression.
As I write this article today on this ever-present subject, I wonder if some of us who are my age really understand that the struggle for equal rights for the disenfranchised throngs of the world's masses who are still victimized in Alabama, the other America states and the rest of the world is still a philosophical dream deferred. To this reality, I ask "Where do go after leaving Selma?"
You see, I'm at the age where I've lived through the times when young brother Emmett Till was savagely murdered in Mississippi in 1955, and I've experienced the time when African-Americans could only ride in the back of the bus.
Also, I know firsthand about being discriminated against one or two times too many to count as I think presently of Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner and Michael Brown with solemn reflection.
I guess you could say that I take it all in stride, even though I'm angry inside my soul with a disgust that borders on the verge of revulsion. To me, that was and is the nature of growing up in an America where I felt and knew that, sometimes, for a person of color, democracy and its laws never quite worked the same for me and folks who looked like me as it does and did for some other ethnic folk.
"Where do we go after leaving Selma." I was born during the 1940s in a segregated plantation system that intended for (all) Black folks to remain in their places and to do as they are and were told to do. That's the way that it was for many of the minority folk in the bald eagle's topography which you could hardly describe as a beacon of freedom for all people of color across the equality board.
Fortunately for me, I received an in depth home education from my parents that ignited in me an ability to stand up as a man, even if it meant that I had to suffer anything in order to be free. My folks were definitively God-centered people, who never taught me hatred of anyone, but they advanced the serene premise that before I could love anyone else, I must first love myself and my culture.
I was always taught that being who I was as a creation of the Most High Alone that I inherently, I was a magnificent specimen from the Creator Alone's handy work. My mom, especially, told me repeatedly that Black is beautiful, and my father instructed me to never be ashamed of my features because God designed the way that I looked.
My parents told me that everyone in creation was created by the Creator for a specific purpose, even though some "colored" folk didn't grasp that concept with mental clarity and enlightened spiritual comprehension.
My folks were the ones who taught me as youth in our home to study and learn necessary, informative things "outside" of the box of some of any unproductive traditional, bigoted and limited educational processing.
"Where do we go after leaving Selma?" After Dr. King 's murder, I wonder what was his life, suffering and unspoken dedication to civil rights really about in the minds of some of today's populace.
I know that in the African-American community here are many who arbitrarily think about the civil rights period without concern. To some that maybe cool, but we must remember that those marched suffered and died for us and they didn't do that for us to just be cool with their efforts.
They made those kind of sacrifices because they believed we were and are somebody, and I believe that that philosophy still holds true. Selma was a visual that should let you know that the struggle is still there to be made.
Some folk I know will never get that. I don't live in a mind-set about being hoodwinked about the realities that some "colored" folk in America are still living in mis-educational realms of existences and constant self-hating denials stages in their various communities' overall mind-sets never knowing that "Bloody Sunday" ever happened.
In many norms of colloquially ethnic flavorings, the parade of absent minded victims will always follow hollow things that have no validity to their ancestry or practicing things God advised them not to do.
Just look at America's Selmas of today and witness the prevalence of misguidance run amok and whether you warn these abstract minded souls of same, they still wouldn't and don't get it.
This is not the '40s, nor is it the '60s, and global "hue-manity" is more than decade into the 21st century, so there shouldn't be any excuse for any sane soul for continuing in a state of abstract ignorances of mis-education, no matter the sphere of that corruption may take a gullible and unknowing soul.
Do you understand what I'm saying and where I'm coming from?
If you do, then you know and should realize that oppressions and discriminations of all kinds are totally unacceptable in the political world of today where many nations purport that everyone is entitled to equality without unbiased limitations. I wish that these systems were correct, but the affirmative landscape of reality for so many folk suggests that it ain't necessarily so.
The struggle for freedom, justice and equality, symbolized through the Selma March, still exists in all sectors of this country and beyond for all permanently deprived second-class citizens who want to share in the evasive American dream, and also ask, "Where do we go from here now that Malcolm X and Dr. King aren't around?"
So, "Where do you go after leaving Selma?" Hmm! When you find out, let me and the rest of minority America know, because the bus and planes leaving Selma have gone on to their next stops--destinations unknown. For today and always, that's, "As I See It."