Drive Slow Homie…….

Growing up as a black male in Fayetteville, NC was an experience unto itself, one marred with bigotry, indirection and uncertainty. I couldn’t tell you much about where I wanted to go in life, I never knew the path. I couldn’t tell you much about what I wanted to be, I never saw a life past 21. For teens like me, this was the mindset. We knew the trappings we could fall into but knew not of the routes to escape. In a town with very little to do, we mainly just cruised around on Friday and Saturday nights. That was our fun. The local Wal-Mart was the rally point and the road was the way. Girls were our main goals and ego was our main faults. For us, innocence wasn’t an option because we perceived innocence to be for the naive. We knew enough to know that naivete, for us, could get you killed. In my world, life forced you to grow up fast. Its unrelenting nature never allowed you to slow down and enjoy the scenery. We’d cruise through life, exceeding the speed limit 10 fold, the same way we’d cruise through the night, unconcerned with who we hit. I can’t recall much from my adolescence, it seemed like I was always in a rush. Maybe I wanted to grow up because I wanted to be able to defend myself from a world my mother couldn’t. Maybe I wanted to grow up because when adults left it was just “leaving, not “running away”. I still don’t know the answer to that. I look at the events going on in the world today like the events that just recently happened in Charlottesville and I can’t help but worry for the kids that have the same upbringing as myself. I wonder if they too are rushing away from their situation. People think about the awful things that happened that day but we never consider that fact that we just collectively destroyed the last iota of innocence that this generation of black youth had. All for a statue. All for a position. All for nothing. At this point, I could understand us seeing a hyper mature group for black youth who’ve grown faster than they needed too. To defend themselves from a world their mothers can’t, to get away. I’m sure this Friday night these youths will collectively meet up at the local Wal-Mart with a completely new view of the world but the same life prospective. I’m sure they’ll cruise through the streets at dangerous speeds, just because. But I just hope they learn that they can find a lane to slow down in and enjoy life for what is is. Drive slow homie, the life that you save might be my own.

Black Youth of America,

I’m very sorry for what happened recently but as a person who’s

been there trust me. It gets better………