December 18
I had a very good run through Harlem this morning. I ran past the school children the construction workers the bottle collectors. I ran through pigeons and broken glass. Then I started to think about the young kids in the neighborhood killing each other. It made me sad to think that we are killing each other off. The amount of love we have for each other is based upon how much we love ourselves as a people. I thought to myself how can I maluwa make a difference in all this. What is my purpose on this earth? Can I somehow provide a space for us to learn how to love each other more… no matter what society projects on us. To respect each other for our believes. To agree to disagree without the end result of death.
As I crossed the street …I found myself running in front of the state building. I picked up my head and came out of my thoughts. At that moment I was running past a sea of cops. I guess they had just graduated. Wearing all black I ran by the men in blue and looked into all of their eyes. Will these men and women stop the youth from killing each other? Do most conformist think about the people? How many of our young black men will be killing each other. When I got past them I started to cry and continued to run with tears falling to the pavement.
