i debated on whether i should use this picture for my profile, or one of young emmett as he looked before he met with the devil- clean-cut, dapper, that hint of arrogance that can only come from being young and feeling yourself,believing the world is yours.
i decided on his funeral photo because i feel somethings warrant a jolt in order for the severity of its reality to be understood.
it is my opinion that in 2011, when the internet has made the ability to have "friends" of all ethnicities as easy as clicking a mouse, people are no longer lynched or homes burned down due to "mixing the races" and the such, that we not only have forgotten that we stand on the shoulders of others who have fought and died for us to be able to live without those same realities, but we seemingly think that we are somehow home free. a "that was then" mentality.
so what, do we forget? do we let all their work and [BRUTAL] deaths be in vain? is it enough that we can now walk down the street hand in hand with a white woman or black man without incident (besides the obvious "looks" or under-breath remarks), eat in intergrated restaurants, or make a couple of million for shaking our ***es?? (to be continued)
