sometimes I think about the dullest of subjects. Some silly, some political others philosophical – all born off a shear desire I have to answer a burning question or inquiry I have in that moment or one I have been pondering for a while but have yet found the answer to. After watching my favorite show Power, a preview of the next Survivors Remorse appeared and showed the protagonist going through a bit of a pre-mid-life crisis of conscience of sorts where his next set of endorsements led him to feel the need to preach the word of hope and change for a better tomorrow. Of course in predictable fashion his friends, family members, agent and others began to warn him incessantly about the dangers of having a moral compass and the unintended consequences of carrying one positive moment into a lifetime of “do gooding”. The lead character is the typical star athlete that comes into superstardom and fame suffering through the agony of adjusting to a millionaires lifestyle while still attempting to be a normal person.
In one scene, he challenges his corporate sponsors to do more than ask him to validate their product with his face but to show real and tangible proof of their loyalty to his brand by committing their time and effort to helping kids. This comes after a major blunder where he misspoke after describing how “messed up” it was for a group of kids with a debilitating disease in the best way he knew how by using an explicative.
Its true this character is rough around the edges and it was clear that his admittidly “rough edges” proved to be tougher than he could ever imagine when the mothers of the “messed up” (ok, ok he said the f bomb it was more like …”that situation was F’d up”). His handlers spoke to him of the perils of being a star and limiting nature of their free speech rights no matter how well intentioned yet poorly communicated.
This of course greatly confused and perplexed the “rough-around-the-edges” basketball star as he knew his intentions were completely misunderstood yet never mind because as he devised a strategy for mitigating the obvious “shit-storm-a-brewing”, it seemed the storm hit cataclysmic proportions where by the leader of the mothers group he had offended, made it her business to quickly take to the “instant-ur-A-star-now” YouTube like streaming video service to denounce him not only as a player and his entire organization but also as a human being (or in her eyes less than that). By the time all was said and done, airwaves were flooded with misinformation & US Congressman were called to bring the battalion to take care of and neutralize this out of control loose stallion (no pun or inadvertent offense intended).
As aforementioned, this sparked a thought of why we get so outraged over misinformation without the vilidity of facts beside it and furthermore once a person does the right thing by vowing to change their ill gotten misstep, why do we then vilify them for being fake? We often label them, dispose of them castigating them to a fate of possibly not being capable of modification or being given the consideration to receive a thoughtful, more insightful forgiving perspective?
It got me to wondering why we don’t credit to the do-gooders for at least trying to effectuate change in their own small yet impactful way. Why do we admonish those attempting to be positive all the time? When l look back there were always ppl who Broke every last rule possible but never gets caught yet the poor schlep that so happened to be their victim of the moment, must gently move out the way or risk getting steamed over more and more brutally than he may have ever in his schlepy lifetime.
Case in point: my story – I always wondered how homeless people became homeless. I thought to myself, why did they give up on life to wander around aimlessly without a goal in life or a dream to pursue. After time I realized that there are a mirade of reasons why ppl fall on hard times & believe it or not, no matter how smart they are, how much emotional intelligence they exude, there can be that one event or series thereof, that sets them on an auderous path. I have such a story. To keep it short, I have always pursued life against all odds even though as an African American single mother, the 3 strikes your out rule has applied for years and some are not brash about expressing their distain for African Americans, Women or Single mothers. Sometimes it’s not even the usual suspects, you know the white angry guys that work in middle mgmt at your company that have no real sustainable power over most things much less the unit they work in, but one thing is for sure the have power over u if you have any of the deadly 3 traits I spoke of above. Nope, it was even ppl in my own community that were often the biggest naysayers – your a mother you can’t work in corporate America at this level, or your black! Black ppl aren’t that smart or organized – get outta here. And God forbid I say that I questioned ever getting married and that I might just want to date for a while or not at all, the howls of shame would decend upon me like vultures to newly deceased prey.
over time I began to fight back speaking truth to power, defending initially what was right for me not necessarily others yet over time I stood up for others being unjustly treated as well advocating for their rights as if it was my own. Again no self inflated sense of righteousness just principled measured thought or push back in the hopes to effectuate change for someone that really needed it even if that somebody was me. Yet this type of advocacy comes at a price and a pretty steep one at that. The pressure to conform, just do what they others do, being blind-deaf-dumb to the madness of it all, was enormous and quiet as keep near impose for someone like me to do. I read this quote on day that said: “Based on your treatment of others will dictate how they treat you. If you treat ppl good they will go out of their way to make you feel wanted, special & loved” however if you treat them bad they will go out of their way to treat you horribly.
Well, while there is a morsal of truth there, I’ve found that the quote should really define what treat means. Does treat mean blindly kissing someone’s ass until the pinkness of your lipstick becomes indullably marked on the cheeks of their maximus? Or does it mean showing someone kindness via the “golden rule”, doing unto others as you would have them do unto you. I quickly came to realize it was both. And in large percentages, option 1 was most widely used along with buckets of self loathing and fear.


