SELF DESTRUCTION: "HOW BLACKS HAVE BECOME THEIR OWN ADVERSARIES"
As devastating as it is children are dying everyday from gun violence all over the country. For many reasons this is happening, many reasons some of us choose to ignore. Bullets, they have no name. The intended targets are saved by innocent souls and it's heartbreaking. What can we do to stop the violence and promote peace? It's easier to point fingers and place blame then it is to take responsibility for the things we condone and the problems we create.
Black people aka African Americans have become their own adversaries, starting with the new generation of gangs. Gangsters today are what you call powerful degenerates corrupting the innocence of society. To live the life of luxury they sell poisonous drugs to relatives and known residents of the neighborhood. They promote violence by terrorizing their own community. Low poverty and heavy drug addictions have led to violent crimes such as armed robbery, assault, breaking and entering and attempted murder. The sad thing about it is when you become an addict it affects all of those around you and it starts with family. They plot and pull scams on their closest relatives. As the condition worsens addicts begin to confiscate their loved ones valuable possessions, selling them for as low as $10 or $20. Drug addicts will do whatever it takes to maintain their habit not caring who they hurt to get it. Unmercifully, some have even went as far as trying to sell their children for $10 to $25.
Where we live, where we come from, our neighborhood, our community, is supposed to be a safe haven, a place of refuge. A place where we can have block parties, a place where we work together to protect the youth and our families, a place where we help with the needy and less fortunate. Where did it all begin? How did this happen? Our ancestors didn't fight for what we have by battling and working against their own. Back then they didn't have homes to live in, beds with mattresses to sleep in, or washing machines to wash their clothes in. They live in handmade shacks and slept on cots and wooden floors. They washed their clothes by hands in buckets and hung them on a clothing line. Back then blacks didn't work in banks, department stores, grocery stores and restaurants, and if they were they couldn't be seen. There were no black police officers, fire fighters, post workers, railroad conductors and bus drivers. During those times black people were called field workers, foremen, sharecroppers, janitors, chauffeurs and maids. Luxury cars and lavish living was the least of their desires. They