The Lies We Tell

The course of every persons’ life shape and mold their perspectives, their tolerances and their intolerances; some for good and some for bad. I try to be as aware as possible of my own unnecessary intolerances to improve as a person. I try to strengthen and exploit my tolerances (or positive personality traits) because those are my strong points and the traits that I have to better the people that I come into contact with. So I face deep internal conflict when the worst of me start to overcome the best of me.

I hate being lied to… and it is wearing heavily on my patience.

Now I blame my father for the way I feel about being lied to. Growing up I could get away with just about anything; anything but lying. Lying shows direct disrespect for someones’ intellect or mental ability for solving common sense problems. It shows that you do not believe the person you are lying to, cannot connect the dots that will expose whatever it is that you are attempting to cover up. So every time my father caught me in a lie, I would be disciplined to teach me that I am not as smart as the truth. Truth will always show up. It taught me that lying does not work, and it actually makes every situation worse than it could have been.

(Side note: You know that ugly sweater you got for Christmas? Put it on and smile. You cannot tell your kids the truth about that. I say that just to say that I do not believe the raw truth is the best way to handle every situation. Lying to deceive and manipulate is what I’m referring to right now.)

My patience has worn so thin when it comes to waiting and looking for someone change and improve the condition of the social climate in America. That is for the best though. I see now that I cannot wait for someone to do what I can start to do myself. This is my America; and if it needs cleaning, I should start doing my part first. Besides, I’m sure I have better cleaning supplies; Christ, love and hope. I may only be able to do it through a kind word, a few sandwiches and some mentoring, but it would be getting done. So I stopped looking for any politician, activist, celebrity, actor or entertainer to clean dirt that they rarely see; dirt that they are barely unaware of; dirt that does not even effect them. So my patience running out in that area actually pushed me to not complain. Instead, I now attempt to do more myself to change whatever it is that I come into contact with.

As I carry on though, I have to push through the media constantly lying to me. The other day I turned on my television and noticed that the Kevin Harts and Chris Rocks and Tyler Perrys are constantly making movies and TV shows to make me laugh. Don’t get me wrong, I am not faulting anyone for doing whatever it is for them to earn a living. But at that moment in time, I realized I’m being lied to. I am constantly being distracted from the realities right outside my doors with comedy and feel good stories. The reason I feel as though I’m being lied to is because I have not heard nearly as much as I thought I should have from these people to support the turmoil that our country is going through. I feel as though between all of the black entertainers and people with a voice, there could have been some type of camaraderie amongst them to get everyone else to follow.

You are lying to me.

You want me to pay my money to watch your shows and movies, while I cannot pay you to ask your opinion or where should I send my money to contribute to your funding to help the condition. I do not need to see you in a t-shirt. My newborn godchild can wear a t-shirt. What should I do with my money? Go see your movie?

You are lying to me.

You are acting as though there is not an escalating problem in this country that is affecting and oppressing the very people that you are marketing to. To be fair though, I know that those three blanket names I called (I would hope) have donated to the causes. I would be ignorant to assume that they have not donated anything. I would also be ignorant to not see that there is only so much that they will do or say to not cut into their financial losses. I’m not going to be too critical because I don’t have millions to lose. Therefore, I pray to God that money at any level never becomes so important that I would let it silence me to keep it. Since I’m not in their shoes, I will reserve some judgment and place a majority of the fault on people like me who can talk a mile a minute, but won’t donate five bucks to a change you say you believe in. Luke 16:10 states, “He that is faithful in that which is least is faithful also in much: and he that is unjust in the least is unjust also in much.” I was talking with a guy one day, and he was telling me how much he would do if he was a celebrity with millions at his disposal.

He was lying to me.

Whatever you do with the money you have now, is the same thing you will do if you had millions — just on a larger scale. So instead of constantly being lied to, from those at the top all the way to those like myself, I have decided to only do whatever I can do as an individual. The culture is changing, and there are people nationwide deciding to do the same thing. I just hope that whoever does decide to make that individual push for change, has enough strength to continue, because it can be extremely frustrating when your ideas are grand but your voice is insignificant.

Ferguson Riots

Last night, Officer Darren Wilson walked away free of all charges in the shooting death of 18-year-old Michael Brown — The city of Ferguson is still burning.

Rarely do I neglect my opinion on what should have happened, but in instances like these when everyone is already decided and have a straight answer, there is no need for persuasion from another.

Yesterday evening at seven I went to the store to pick up a few items before the announcement was made at 8pm. Not that I was in a rush to see the announcement, but so that I would be back inside before the announcement was made. Yesterday on my way home from work, from downtown Atlanta to the park in my neighborhood, police and ambulances lined my route as if this was Ferguson. At the store, a few employees were allowed to go home early for the same reasons; no one really wanted to be out for fear of rioting.

I went back home and watched the announcement. At the first signs of rioting, I went to bed. The fact that destruction is thought to be an option for improvement shows that we are missing something somewhere. The greatest changes that have ever taken place were done peacefully, from as far back to Moses leading The Great Exodus, up until as recently as Dr. Martin Luther King in the Civil Rights Movement. I hate to preach things that I don’t feel I could preach, because if I was placed under the right circumstances I may have potential to be a Hall of Fame rioter; but it doesn’t negate that it’s wrong.

So, I don’t know if we lack leaders or we’ve just become to rowdy to be led. It seems that at the request of Michael Brown’s parents, the night should have never seen those extremes. We already lost what should have been justice for Brown. Then I feel as though we gave the nation exactly what they wanted on the other end — a show of unruly people that need more restrictions and monitoring and less freedom. In rioting we only hurt ourselves.

It’s a cloudy day in Perspective Park.

Week 10 Recap

I completed week ten with the omission of yesterday’s post. No matter how much I read over it, reworded it, completely changed it, I just couldn’t get it to the point where it clearly conveyed what I wanted to say. Therefore, it was scrapped. It did, however, prompt me to address the issue of “Quantity or Quality?”, which will be posted next week.

Last week was much needed as far as blogging was concerned. I had not had a relaxed week of fun rambling, since week six. As far as Perspective Park the blog goes, I never want to become so involved in social issues that I neglect the imaginative and strictly fun sides of writing. Writing for me was a hobby first; through storytelling and creating. This week, I got back around to it even though the last blog was not posted.

I did the previous recap a day late, on Monday the 17th. On Wednesday, the 19th, I discussed the importance of keeping friendships strong with those that we do not see as often as our day-to-day friends. For most people that have those relationships though, you may not need that type of attention because that’s the chemistry of it, but check on it to make sure. True friends are not always easy to come by and it would be silly to lose ones that you already have because of lack of communication. I can’t tell you how to treat your friends, but I know you don’t want to lose any.

On Thursday, November 20th, I did a “Thirty Seconds Ago…” post recalling that weird moment when my dad discovered something about me that he hadn’t noticed previously. It’s a good read and I would hate to give away the punchline. So if you are interested, check it out — “Thirty Seconds Ago… Transitional Awkwardness”. I don’t mind laughing at myself and accepting my flaws. I find that it plays a part in keeping one with a sense of humility, and it’s funny! Side note: If it is not rude, crude, or nude and in good spirits — I WILL LAUGH AT YOU! Laughter is a part of life that I will continue to enjoy… thoroughly. I will not be stripped of it, even at my own expense.

Unfortunately, the occurrences taking place in Ferguson, Missouri are no laughing matter. Depending on the outcome of the case in the shooting death of Michael Brown by a white police officer, Ferguson could see many dark days ahead. That goes either way too, whether the decision is guilty or not guilty. Whatever the outcome is, will cause waves across the nation. It would be nice if we could keep the city, both families, and the residents of Missouri in our thoughts and prayers as the time of decision draws near.

No matter what happens next week, try to keep a positive perspective and show compassion wherever you can. Another thing too, is that it may not always be easy to stay encouraged drawing strength from within yourself. Make sure you have a friend or two that will encourage you and support you with the love of Christ. You may be surprised at how much easier it makes your day.