People have asked me, why haven’t I written about the Sandra Bland case. I have my reasons for taking my time before I bring it to light. I could state facts, I could write an obnoxious, angry vulgar opinionated piece, but instead I’ll write from the heart.
The Sandra Bland case is one I have no words for.
I am Sandra Bland…. I am a young African American woman. I am a believer in human rights. I am a voice for black lives matter. Some say all lives matter, this is true. I however, can’t focus on all lives when black lives are continuously being hunted like we’re in the older days. I can’t focus on all lives when people care more for a damn lion over people.
I am Sandra Bland. Someone who isn’t surprised by PEOPLE brutality. I am someone who knows good and well that slavery is still present. I am NOT someone who thinks racism is a thing of the past.I am NOT the oblivious person who THINKS slavery ended when the Emancipation Proclamation was signed, I am NOT someone who joyously celebrates July 4th because my ancestors Independence Day didn’t come until two and a half years later in June, hence Juneteenth.
I am Sandra Bland. A young African American woman.
I am Sandra Bland. A person who drives through or passes Prairie View, Texas to get to my destinations.
I am Sandra Bland, someone who at times forgets to use her turn signal.
I am Sandra Bland, someone who believes in what’s right and taking a stand.
I am Sandra Bland a person with many words
But yet as a writer, a voice and a human being. I for once have no words.
This case cuts deeper than any other case I’ve read, seen and researched because
I AM SANDRA BLAND.
