My Kids’ Lives Matter

Featured imageDo black lives matter? Do white lives matter? Does any life matter? Or do we just like to hear ourselves scream…Because we’re angry.

I’ll tell you what matters to me. My kids. My kids’ lives matter. They matter more than your rage and your politics. And I’ll tell you what threatens those lives:

When a police officer abuses his power and disrespects the law and shields his buddies from prosecution, my kids’ lives are threatened. But don’t cheer or boo yet, dear reader, because that’s only one side of the coin.

When a citizen disrespects cops and publicly calls for their deaths and shoots them unprovoked, my kids’ lives are threatened.

When cops make innocents fearful, and when the people respond by giving cops a reason to be even more quick on the trigger, my kids’ lives are threatened.

When the police and the citizenry stop viewing each other as individuals, when they put on tribal lenses like we’re in some kind of war, my kids’ lives are threatened.

When people are shamed or granted license based on the color of their skin, my kids’ lives are threatened.

When political activists take center stage and chant for the murder of cops, my kids’ lives are threatened.

When our highest level of government fans the flames of racial animosity while doing nothing to unite us, my kids’ lives are threatened.

When saying “all lives matter” is a radical statement that can get you bullied off a stage, my kids’ lives are threatened.

When powerful and respected voices claim me and my offspring owe a debt for someone else’s crimes because we lack sufficient melanin, my kids’ lives are threatened.

When justice is measured, not by right and wrong or by obedience and disobedience to our nation’s laws, but by whether we can “even the score” of how many blacks, whites and Latinos are in prison, my kids’ lives are threatened.

When a generation is taught to blame the system for their own failures, rather than empowered to earn real success and respect, my kids’ lives are threatened.

When Louis Farrakhan tries to start a race war right here in South Florida, my kids’ lives are threatened.

When, under the banner of “black lives matter,” a racist calls on his fellow blacks to murder cops and whites indiscriminately, my kids’ lives are threatened.

So keep raging and screaming all you want. But the madness stops at my door. In our home, there are no colors, no tribes, no scores to settle. We will raise our children to live. They will respect the police, respect their neighbors, respect the laws of the land, and, above all, respect and honor God.

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2 thoughts on “My Kids’ Lives Matter

    • Certainly. But I save my justified violence for action rather than words. I get tired of people talking big about their guns and fists and bravado from the comfort of the Internet. All things considered, I’d rather the situation doesn’t escalate to that point. That’s why I’m speaking out now.

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