There are times where I say eff school, without the euphemism. I procrastinate, I dream about hitting the lottery for big money and leaving this thing behind. But then I remember why I pursued getting a college education so much: the fight.
I couldn't really live without challenging myself. Life would be so boring. To lay down and not carry out the will that God has place within my soul, through my heart, pumping through my veins, is a disrespect to his name. It is a disrespect to all those who died for our right to be called 5/5ths of a person. Who perished for the privilege to vote in elections that at times, don't even work for us. Who were murdered for the seemingly inalienable right to obtain an education that was brutally denied 40+ years ago, and brutally refused today...
Brutally refused to a bloody, abrupt end....
Violence, like that seen in the sickening (that's the only way I can describe it) death of Derrion Albert can be a symbol for this refusal of rights that plague my demographic. However, violence of this magnitude is seen in any color, White, Black, Hispanic, Asian....the reaper is the most unprejudiced individual one can think of. But in this post, I am specifically referring to the thing I see everyday when I look in the mirror, the experience I live when, God willing, I open my eyes and take the inaugural breath of life each day. And in this post, I am declaring, I am imploring, I am YELLING: THE FIGHT NEVER ENDS.
As long as a man gets denied the right of enjoyment because of the color of his skin and not by the content of his character, THE FIGHT NEVER ENDS.
One Third of African-Americans are categorized as being impoverished? THE FIGHT NEVER ENDS.
As long as a BOASTS about its EIGHT PERCENT AFRICAN-AMERICAN POPULATION, and it actually being one of the most diversified Tier One universities in America: THE FIGHT NEVER ENDS.
Life is a struggle. But we have to fight to LIVE. And I plan on living a long time....
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