An hour long awkward silence, interrupted by two young men discussing something of the other, becomes a disturbingly surreal reiteration of every cliche "black folks" quotable. An irrationally tattooed middle-aged man, centered in the back row of the bus, is slightly bending his attention toward the two younger passengers conversation. One of them mentions a name that strikes interest to the prehistoric Lil Wayne impersonator. Suddenly, along with a kind and friendly nod, "Big Wayne" concurs and continues on about the judge by saying, "Yeah, he coo..." The man's reason for having favoritism toward this particular judge was inspired by how light the sentences received were, through the ruling of that court. "Shoot first time, he was just like probation, second time probation, and the third time ninety days house arrest. Psh! What's that gone do?" Apparently, lightly punishing a criminal is the thing to do, in this judicial system. He continued mocking those who faced time for traffic violations, as if the goal of everyone should've been to become the greater threat to society. As always, that incident lead to the question at hand. What makes my people think in a paradox?
It seems as though Americans, African-Americans in particular, have the notion to reverse everything to stand for the exact opposite of what it really means, by definition. For instance, why is it that this old-young man feels so confidently righteous about his exceptional criminal record? Although it's true never to judge a book by its cover, there comes an even more difficult task to deny the book of its title, when each page repeats itself in the top right corner. Leave it up to lower class black people to remind you that fantasy, idealism, and denial are the cornerstones to reality, and all of its adversities. As we all know, entertainment is the exaggeration of all that is real. Listen closely to the music. The constant reminder that making an honest living in society, with the hopes to raise a complete family and leave a legacy of strong morals and even stronger foundation, is most definitely NOT the way to live. Fast cars, high priced fashion, little clue of what is to become of the future, and a predominately torn relationship with God and self seem to hold a stronger position in this kind of truth, than the truth itself. The question isn't where did all of this start, but, "What the hell?" If being blind has ever had a language, it has to be exposed in the careless twisting of words of wisdom such as, "God save us...", "There's gotta be a better way...", and the INFAMOUS, " It's all good...". Would you like to know why? Because, oxymoronically, they all coincide with one another. The order goes, blame everything around you with the obvious idea that you are the only reason for your predicament, become motivated enough to at least express your opinion with a weak and cliche cry for help, then when it's all said and done, submit and accept the corruption and chaos that surrounds you, then cultivate and emerge in it.
The story is extremely sad but true, that our people have forced themselves to, not only grow a comfort but, take part in the destruction we are so often associated with. Why? Take a long look at the history of this country, alone. In all unadulterated honesty, there is something that can and has been done to fix the current mindset of the masses. The only problem is the very solution itself. The people sitting down, are set in the way of the people looking to stand and move onward. The race to genetic superiority is always the main criteria, but as of now, the fight is attained between ourselves. The moral of the story wasn't that the man somehow matured and took a different path, but when was someone going to reach out to him, and show him that path. Bliss is the silent agreement. When one decides not to speak on an issue, they've just signed a rhetoric approval of the circumstances facing them. Now is the perfect time be real, or foreal.
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