By JOSIAH TAKANG (@jtakang22_7)
Photo credit goes to democraticunderground.com.
I weep for my America, in America tonight.
I weep for a nation in the throes of painful anguish and unrestrained anger at the needless death of #AltonSterling.
I weep for a nation in which bitter, vociferously, virulently vexed voices like those of Tomi Lahren carry such credence, and most sickeningly, reverence and unbridled admiration, among so many, and so many share these odious viewpoints.
I weep for the fact that I can write an article assessing a present-day national threat in a nation that prides itself on free speech and free political discourse and be greeted by not genuine commentary or critique in response, but by vincdictive, acrimonious slurs based not on my ability as a writer but on my ethnicity and skin color.
I weep for the fact that upon being exposed to said racial slurs, I am, in effect, told to “suck it up,” to quit being offended by something oh so *apparently* trifling.
I weep for the fact that I was born on March 3, 1998, and on July 7, 2016, I'm watching events
that mirror those that happened on August 28, 1955.
I weep that in 2016, some still hold beliefs that compel them to write the vicious, impossibly outdated, outdated, and acerbically racist slur of "nigger" in bold, black, barbarous, letters upon my door.
I weep for a nation my West African immigrant parents came to in order to make a better life for their children, a nation that claims "all men are created equal” -- though time and time again, the claim is proven to fall short of its noble Jeffersonian ideal.
I weep for a nation in which parents of my skin tone hit their weather-beaten knees, pitted by daily hard work aimed at providing a better life for their families, each night praying their son or daughter doesn't become the next viral hashtag on social media, ala #AltonSterling -- that their progeny survive and thrive, only to have those children repeat the process with the succeeding generation.
I weep for a nation in which people find it within themselves to angrily defend the senseless killings of -- while imperfect -- perceptible, genuine human beings. Civil discourse has been unceremoniously swept from its pedestal in society, replaced with stubborn partisanship, angry ad hominems and vicious slurs. Understanding falls by the wayside, as it is replaced by the rat race involved in chasing the next soundbite, viral tweet or "ratings.”
I weep for a nation in which I have seen the likes of journalistic savants Walter Cronkite, Edward R. Murrow, Dan Rather and Tom Wolfe replaced by Tomi Lahren, Sean Hannity, Bill O’Reilly, Don Lemon and the ilk of Breitbart.
I weep for a nation in which, even as I type my anguished screed, a law-abiding father of four little children has needlessly lost his life -- for what? Smote in front of the love of his life he was, as his lifeblood drained pitilessly from his eyes.
Eyes that would close for the last time Wednesday tonight.
I weep for my country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, that has so tragically lost its way. And I can do nothing to stop the freight train barreling its way down the tracks on its merry way to national oblivion.
I weep for my America tonight, in America tonight.