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          When it comes to civil rights activism, the thing that confuses/angers me the most is that not everyone is on the same page. Namely, how non-Black and non-PoC individuals are content to drink in the nosebleeds or obstruct passively from the sidelines. And when the field is taken often times it is with a bout of “Whataboutism”.

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“This is a protest”: Black and White photo of MLK
“This is a crime”: Color photos of looting
“See the difference?” (not posting the picture because I don’t want to give clicks and reposts)

          Yes. But do you want to know what else I see?

          From the past, I see people in their 20s, 30s, and 40s marching so that their children and all those that follow them don’t need to fight the same battles. From the present, I see people who are opportunistic. They don’t care at all about justice. They are using it as a cover to seize what they covet. They indulge their avarice and use the protests as a scapegoat.

          But do you want to hear what I know? Too bad. I’m telling you anyhow.

          Martin Luther King, Jr. marched 50 years ago, circa 1963. Sure, Jim Crow was legally abolished and voting rights for Black America soon followed. But not every minority group held the same rights. There was more progress to be had and more equality to be meted out. Substantial progress was made until recently. But now, those original marchers are in their 70s, 80s, and 90s if they’re still alive at all. They have to watch as the banners under which they stood have to be picked up by their children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. That was the whole blasted reason why they stood up in the first place. For change. Peace. Prosperity for their descendants. So their descendants didn’t need to fight. Instead, we have fear. Apathy. We have to continue to prove that we are worthy of human consideration. We have to convince people that death is unjust. Technology now lets us show the truth that has persisted. And only if it meets a narrow band of criteria is the injustice oh-so-magnanimously (<sarcasm) given credence.

          I'm young, but I'm tired. I've seen that the world is messed up for more than a quarter-century now. Nothing works.

It doesn't matter how nicely I dress.
It doesn't matter how verbose and well-enunciated my speech is.
It doesn't matter if I am a CEO, soldier, or civilian.
It doesn't matter if I vote.
It doesn't matter if I cry out for justice. It doesn't matter how many echo my howling.

          The Civil Rights Movement didn't end. It expanded. People who don't want me to live freely are completely content with the fact that I am afraid in this country. They want to push me down further. They want their sense of the old empire. Those that do not serve to be silenced.

deep breath followed by a long sigh

          Think of World War II veterans. Do you think they’re happy considering they went halfway around the world to end the Nazi regime only to see American-raised Nazis in their own country in their twilight years? If they had the vim, vigor, and vitality of their younger selves, how much anger do you think they would have?

          Is it so unreasonable then that a community, making no progress after half a century, has anything left but pain, rage, and sorrow?

          If your focus is the looting… if you think THAT is the true tragedy and what is worth wagging a finger of shame about… BLEEDING FINE. You don’t want looting? Stop the protests. How do you stop the protests? Stop police from using deadly and unbalanced force on people who are not being forceful at all. Be with us in our agony. Shout with us. Vote with us. Do something besides kicking back and being holier than thou. (Normally I’d opt for absolute politeness, but I am genuinely raging, so a little needs to make it through.) Help me/us feel at ease in this country and you don’t have to worry about an insured corporate outlet getting ransacked. Join with us so that the inciting incident, an unjust death, doesn’t happen again. Ever.

Until I feel like justice can be done on my behalf, I will not live with a measure of true peace.

May 16, 2015

As I close my eyes to sleep
I entreat My Queen my crown to keep
And if Death’s Kiss my soul does take
I entreat My Love to rule in my wake

To view the world from atop a spire
Two hearts as one fused by immortal fire
In face of light, of rain and thunder
Nothing in Creation able to rend asunder

Stars shine high casting ceaseless Light
Forces able to withstand Night
Under eyes divine like The Sisters Three
The Eternal End, So Mote It Be

Final Fantasy XIII Series


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          Possessing the dubious honor of bottom ranking in my (soon-to-be-retired) rating system, read my reasoning why this sub-series is my least favorite branch of the lauded franchise.

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Pardon Our (Digital) Dust

          Yet again I am seeking to end a hiatus. I have had lots of ideas while I have been away, and it is difficult to pick a singular place to start. At the very least, I will prop the tents up and slap “Coming Soon” signs on them. While this is not nearly as a refined and finished product as I like to present, starting sloppy is better than honing a perfection that will never come.

Just a reminder…


          I consider this my own corner of the internet. While much of what winds up being posted pertains to video games, I have further interests and concerns. Just as my game reviews have the aim to inform and perhaps entertain so to do my other articles serve a purpose. Sometimes I just need a place to vent and expound that is not the comment sections and threads of friends and acquaintances. Occasionally I want to research something and want a concrete memory of what I learned. What I write potentially cuts a wide swathe. But, to date, the content of this site is written solely by me. Thus I am just as much a burgeoning brand as a complete individual. Sometimes I look at the world outside my window rather than the one projected from a screen.

          All that said, I already completed the story based portion of Kingdom Hearts 3 and I think the review for it (spoiler free, I promise) will be my first written work in as many months. I may as well while search engine optimization favors it for a change, eh?

          To my friends, followers, and new visitors, thank you as always for your time and interest in what I do. Be it ever so humble, I am happy that my works get read.

Getting the Rust Off

          It seems that in my rush to get back on track, I let a lot of typos slip through my last two articles. I have gone back and changed what was glaring, though I am glad to see people found it useful in spite of the raw form. Let that be a lesson in “haste making waste”. While I may not return to regular posting (as that is something I have not managed to date), I am working to ensure that quality, proofread articles are more frequent.