This issue supersedes color and class. No matter what color you are I am writing you in plea to save the future of the Y chromosome. You are taking part in raising a generation of men of all colors who disrespect you, themselves, each other and future mothers. Most of these selfish acts lead to unnecessary deaths and the extinction of groups of our global population. Before you get on TV and the internet, or sue law enforcement, or sit in therapy, or buy thousands of dollars in "band-aid" resolutions, I ask you to think on a couple things...
We cannot live for your cries for help when it is too late to act. We cannot uplift your son's physically, emotionally or spiritually dead body after you send him down the river toward a life of selfish destruction. We cannot march on the backs of his and others, if the sacrifice is faulty. This issue supersedes color and class.
You are the first line of defense. Ask yourself if you've done all you could to save him and guide him? Have you spiritually grounded him? Psychologically molded him? Mentally nourished him? Emotionally cultivated him? If you cannot say this, then you cannot ask us for our tears and prayers, candles and crosses. We cannot waste our time with work you did not do on the front end.
This issue supersedes color and class. Beyond all the external distractions and challenges of life, motherhood is a sacrifice. And if your road is a solitude of fathers unavailable on all levels, that sacrifice of motherhood is deeper. We cannot throw blankets of our disappointed failed love on our children. It's not their fault they're here.
So my two hands go up, as an offering. Begging you to raise a man with dignity and asking for help before it's too late. My two arms go up not surrendering but uplifting the potential future partners of my daughters. My hands go up waving to find the island of loving parenthood. My hands go up as a beacon, no an oath to "practice what you preach" doctrine. None of us are perfect and our children may not become the people we intended. But if we give them high standards they may fall within a range we can accept.
Mother to Potential Future Mothers of Future Michael Browns