Protesting and rioting are NOT the same thing.
~Signed, NSE
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Protesting and rioting are NOT the same thing.
~Signed, NSE

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Raw Faith.
Iāve been trying to figure out why this hurts my heart so bad. I mean I know why, but to put it into words. Then I though of my childhood. I had been looking at pictures from high school and my friends (names changed) Kim and Kyle. Well now they are grown, just like me. Kyle is a tall African American men who happens also to be a father, husband, brother and son. He is a kind, gentle, loving Christian man. I have seen him laugh until he couldnāt breath--laugh, not detained. I have seen tears run down his face...not for injustice but because a joke was so funny or because the Lord touched his hear. If it were Kyle, I would break. If his dear sister Kimās car was in an accident and her cell phone was dead and she showed up on your porch, what would you do? She is a friend, a sister, an aunt, a daughter. I would fight if someone hurt or shot her simply for seeking help.Ā
And then I think of my sonās Vice Principal. He is a friend of a few of my coworkers. He has a great laugh, he loves his students. He is forever giving his students the benefit of the doubt and showing them what justice and grace looks like. I love that one of my white sonās male role models is an African American man. If the police kneeled on his neck, thousands of children who heās touched including my own child would forever hate the people who take an oath to protect them. They would break into a million pieces.Ā
Next I think of my best friendās children. All 4 are children of color. Her oldest are twins, like Kim and Kyle, they are not African American, but brown nonetheless and brown in this country is met with fear, rage and so much ignorance. Her son is tall, awkward, and gangly as many teenage boys are, but he is also sweet, funny and so very smart. Her older daughter is a talented singer, a responsible big sister and her Mamaās best friend (I love their relationship). And my best friendās youngest two. A son and daughter. Brother and sister as well. They are African American and beautiful. He is a ham, he is a love and he is the sweetest little boy. And she is my squeakers. When she was little more than a peanut, she snuggled in the crook of my neck and she stole my heart. Now a year later, she is already smart, snarky and so full of joy. And at such a young age, these beautiful babies are the victim of a broken system. Birth fathers who want nothing to do with them, an addicted birth mother, and his grandmother--afraid a white woman couldnāt raise a black man and teach him what being black in America would me. And the drugs their birth mother used? Left them addicted before birth. He with autistic tendencies he will forever have to overcome, ifĀ he isnāt judged first on the color of his skin or the texture of his hair. They may be judged by the broken background they had no control over. Let me be clear. If my friend doesnāt stop you if you try to hurt her beautiful children. I certainly will. These are the nieces and nephews of my heart. They are the children my son insists are his cousins. Because family isnāt always blood. These babies are my babies.
I may be a white woman in America with so much privilege it is coming out of my eyeballs. I am so lucky I was born with green eyes and light colored stick-straight hair. Not because I like it better or because it makes me better, but because in this country that prides itself on being Christian (Jesus was brown by the way) Iām safe, because of the color of my skin. Iām automatically respected and protected. If I knocked on your door in the middle of the night because I was in an accident, youād call 911--not for fear of me, but out of concern for me.
My nephew got in trouble with some friends a few years back on the beach. And I didnāt fear for his safety, but I feared for his black best friendās. And we all thanked God that he had been taking a walk on the beach when his white friends were detained by the police. No one is more dangerous because they are tan. No oneās life is less valuable because of how much melanin is in their skin or where their ancestors came from. That is a lie told to us by the conquerors. The ones who held the bigger weapons. The one who used force to steal what they wanted. The Conquistadors wiped out entire civilizations. The slave traders destroyed families and tribes and villages--ripped apart with oceans in between. The plantation owners and our founders decided humans were property. They decided because they were European andĀ ādiscoveredā this land and I donāt know, believe in God? They could steal everything from the American Indians. Manifest Destiny is a lie. No one is inherently better or worse or deservesĀ āeverything.āĀ
We are all sinners, none are clean. Save by grace, made new because of the blood of a very brown Jewish man two-thousand years ago. So all you white Christians out there who think āmericaā is blessed by God, maybe it is, but maybe thatās the biggest lie the devil has told. Because the Jesus of my faith wouldāve brought George Floyd back for his glory, wouldāve healed the police officer dying of Covid, would have flipped tables in Congress and stood against those using violence again PEACEFUL protesters. My Jesus sees the heart, not the policy, not the 2nd Amendment or the stand on abortion, not the amount of $ in your bank account or the color of your skin. He forgives and condemns based on your grace for others, on the purity of your intent, and the magnitude of your regret for the wrongs youāve committed. No one group of people own Him. No one has exclusive rights to being blessed by Him. He was with George Floyd and Trayvon Martin and everyone else who lost their lives for simply having the wrong skin tone. He held their hands and cried for them. He also cried for those that committed those heinous crimes--for their ignorance and hatred--that the devil whispered in His childrenās ears and they listened.
This is an evil, fallen world we live in. We should not be, as Christians, dividing ourselves along party lines or along racial lines or based on our faith. If you are a member of the human race, you should stop and fight for the safety and equality of your brothers and sisters. If you say youāre a Christian, but arenāt appalled at how people of color have been treated in not just this country, but this world, then you may want to reexamine your heart and get down on your knees and pay for a little bit of humility and a whole lot of grace--I know we all need it--none are better than the rest. Love your neighbor as yourself--He left us with just two commandments. JUST TWO. If we canāt even get that right, then how can we even say we follow Him?
I see colour.
Not of skin but,
Of souls.
~Signed, NSE
āIāve never felt that fear is my enemy. Fear is my friend. It offers me a chance to stay alert, keep growing, continue creating something new. If you donāt take that sort of risk, you learn nothing.ā - Eartha Kitt . . . Risk it all to gain more. Black female icon, Eartha Kitt, gave 6 decades of her life and talent to inspire the world to take risks and learn to love ourselves. Delve into the discomfort and the revolution can be informed and truly united. #blacklivesmatter #antiracism #protestpeacefully #organize #educate #stayinformed #earthakitt #icon (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBOLe-9DGfb/?igshid=1rlnjo2zgls5d
š¼ Listen to Yourself š¶ Trust your inner voice and remember to unite in spirit first. This jewelry concept was made as a focus tool to bring inner peace to the wearer. Rattling inside this silver and gold ear bell is a freshwater pearl. As your head and world turns, you create your own tender music inside. Meditate while practicing peaceful protests and stay tuned. #staytuned #trustyourvoice #findsupport #notalone #protestpeacefully #earbell #earringing #ringing #innerear #innerjewelry #hearingaid #listeningaid #earjewelry #nopiercing #silverjewelry #blacklivesmatter #antiracism (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBD9m6xj7E4/?igshid=f082dncncfj1

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Donāt forget about this hero #DAVIDDORN who died protecting a friendās shop from looters and rioters who DO NOT CARE ABOUT #BLACKLIVESMATTER and all the thugs that stood by recording this manās last moments on earth as he bled out. His death is just as important as all the rest. This is WHY YOU MUST #protestpeacefully and why #ALLBLACKLIVESMATTER #riotingsolvesnothing #wrongdoesnotrightawrong #savesmallbusinesses #wewillallrisetogether #daviddornslifemattered @hipsterexp https://www.instagram.com/p/CA_e4P0jOMc/?igshid=stzyg6xu90kk
Riots (violent protests) helped get Nixon elected (Wasow, 2020).
Let's avoid repeating that on November 3rd (election day).Ā
Protest peacefully.
#protestpeacefully #dontfallforthetrap #georgefloyd #blacklivesmatter LET UR VOICES BE HEARD BUT DONT BE OUT THERE TRASHING THE STREETS!! BE SAFE OUT THERE YALL (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CA6dBhDhUV4/?igshid=13987bnpce43l