Why Our Childrden Hate Us (book study)

Hey guys...I hope everyone had an enjoyable Father's day weekend. You may remember me talking about this book, "Why Our Children Hate Us" (How Black Adults Betray Black Children) by Eric K Grimes and Butch Slaughter, well I FINALLY got my copy, and I'll be sharing portions of it with you all throughout this week.

A Letter To The Ancestors:

Can you see us...? This isn't what you had in mind is it? We're not where you thought we would be. We're not who you thought we would be. It's hard to recognize us, isn't is? Same skin color, same faces, same blood, but that's where it ends. We're changed, mutated, integrated, disintegrated.

We don't fight like you did. We march. We protest. We vote. You fought with you hands, with you life. You fought for you children. We bargain with ours. We leverage the lives of our young for cars, houses, clothes, contracts and jobs. You died for your children. We kill ours.

This isn't what you had in mind, is it? Bet you're a little disappointed. You thought we would have come home by now. Come inside to avoid the rain. You didn't know we could be so thoroughly turned out. You didn't know we could be so cowardly, so weak, so stupid. Well...

You're probably not impressed with our millionaire athletes, our millionaire entertainers, our millionaire entrepreneurs. You must have heard about what's happening to our families. About all our brothers unemployed, in jail, dead. About all of our sisters struggling to keep it together. About all our children abandoned. You thought we were like you. You thought we were going to stick together. Oh, no...we can't trust one another anymore. We just look out the ourselves. Let everybody do they own thing, you know?

I know. This isn't what you had in mind. I guess that's where we're different; you had minds. We don't. You had faith. We don't. You had determination. We don't. You had direction. We don't. You remembered. We forgot. These days we simply float without purpose-like lost spirits.

Oh, by the way, we're not Black anymore. We don't have to be. We can just be American or whatever. We can change our hair, our eyes. We've got that kind of freedom now. Free to be anything or nothing at all. And we don't need minds. We just do what we're told to do. We don't plan. We wait until something happens, and if we can't handle a problem in our lifetimes, we'll leave it for our children to deal with.

I know. This isn't what you had in mind. We're sorry...Really...sorry.
But thanks for everything.

Good-bye!!!