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This matter is pressing on my heart because we’re seeing not only wars going on across seas and in other countries but in our country also. Right in our back yards. There is a thing going on with the police brutality and it’s not just in our minds but it is real and it’s sickening and disheartening. I know that many people look at the riots as it looking bad on those who are rioting part. Which it does and I don't excuse any of the behavior. The question is not why they are tearing up their own communities. The response is not, they should have obeyed or shouldn’t have done what they did to have it happen. The closer look is WHY they are rioting. WHY they are so upset. WHY they are so angry. WHY they are so hurt. WHY they are so disappointed. WHY have they lost so much respect for authority.

A sheep without a shepherd will always go astray because there is no covering. There is no protection. When kids feel like they are alone and are left to figure things out on their own what else do you expect for them to do. We don’t know where these kids come from. We don’t know their living environments. We don’t know the things they have to face each day in their own home let alone outside of their homes. Then when the reality sets in that they really can not only be mistreated but killed on any given day at the hands of someone we are to honor, respect and obey, it only breeds more fear and abandonment. We all know that fear brings torment. Fear will cause you to act out in the strangest of ways. Take a look at Maslow's hierarchy of needs. Among the top two are Physiological and Safety. When these things are out of whack, there is no peace nor rest in the individual.

I don’t agree with what is taking place but I do see their hearts and the frustration behind it. If you have never had the pleasure of being intimidated or interrogated by a policeman abusing their authority, I don’t expect you to understand the kids’ frustration. That is a feeling that no one should endure. No one. To continue seeing lives taken of men by the hands of a man or woman in uniform is unacceptable. To expect others to see this and not have an outrageous response is unrealistic and it won’t stop until the okie doke killing without proper punishment stops. Not only do we begin in our communities but there must be something done at a higher level. There must be training on both sides. Will things ever be perfect, by no means no nor do I expect them to be. Can we see a drastic change for the better, by all means yes. We all have to and must step up to help make a change. Even the simplest of change will help.

Praying for my generation and the future generations.

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  1. As always, I thank you for taking the time to read. I pray that your reading has shed some light in your life even in the smallest way. Be blessed

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