Rainy Monday thoughts.

 Just some of my jumbled thoughts this morning listening to the news. It's almost shocking to think that... if I were bisexual and had a son, I of course as a dad would worry about his future, his opportunities, his safety; however if I had a son with a woman of colour, the darker her colour the more I would exponentially have to worry about my son. That my son would have a much greater chance of being murdered, just because of his skin colour and not because of any action he did. He could be out for a Sunday morning jog and get gunned down. Actually even in the real world my friends did have a tense moment. One woman was worried about her husband. He is of Jamaican decent and for three weeks, he had to go work in the U.S. Midwest. People warned him to lay low and everyone was really worried about him and sadly there was reason to worry.

 This morning I listened to a man here in Canada explain how he as a black man, had to sit his sons down as they were becoming teenagers and explain to them that extra vigilance was needed by them from now on. He had to tell them that for example, if a group friends were doing something wrong, they would most likely be singled out from the crowd as the cause of the trouble, even if they were only standing back watching. He had to stress to them to remain calm no matter how frustrated they felt inside, that showing anger "while black" could get them killed.

 A Canadian mother of a little boy was wondering at what age her son becomes a threat because he's black. She said right now everyone thinks he is so cute and make comments about how sweet he is. It makes you think to hear her say, "but at what age do people begin to see my son as a threat to them".

 I always say that being gay gave me an understanding of other groups. I well remember feeling afraid, feeling being on the outside of society looking in, feeling angry because people would judge me based on a stereotype they had in their head and not on me as a person. I remember as a young man being surprised by black male coworkers getting pulled over all the time. They found that annoying but accepted it. I found it really sad that they just had to accept it. The other thing I noted, was that these black men were often the "accountant" type or "office worker" type. They didn't look like a gang member on his way to a drive-by. I remember one young man saying he gets stopped nearly once a month, I on the other hand have never been randomly stopped in my entire life.

 It's really sad that there are a bunch of dummies and also a bunch of professional rioters that are ruining the protests for justice. Also I wish people would remember Ahmaud Arbery, a young college man, starting out in life, gunned down while out jogging for Pete's sake. That kid's face is just stuck in my mind, so very unfair, he needs to be remembered. Sadly every time these things happen, it's like a treadmill of events with the same results.

A) Person gets murdered.
B) People demand justice.
C) Authorities do nothing.
D) Protests begin to grow.
F) Authorities circle the wagons.
G) Huge protests begin getting out of hand.
H) Authorities begin to rethink stance.
I)   Protests become riots.
J)  Authorities shit pants and finally take action but it's too late now.
K) Protests become growing monster, uncontrollable.
L) People don't care about the why and just want a rage party.
M) Other cities want in on the action, rage parties everywhere, burning, looting fighting.
N) Message completely lost.
O) Riots feed off themselves.
P) It begins to taper off.
Q) Message mostly lost.
R) Some people play politics for awhile.
S) Victim is forgotten.
T) Soon back to same old thing until next time.
U) Only difference this time is Covid 19 is high-fiving itself all over the world.

 Plus it doesn't help having a President that keeps mentally slipping out how much he would like to start shooting at the protesters.