The Eloise

“Idk how to feel about anything” was the tweet that I sent on August 13, 2014 at 3:19 p.m.  It wasn’t days later until I realized how powerful my 6 word tweet really was.  It had been about something completely different, then I started to really think about my perceptions and feelings when I look at all the things that I’ve seen seeing go on around the world this past week.  I look at these things and wonder about all that was lost, such as common sense, love, and accountability.  The Mike Brown situation that’s occurring in Ferguson is so bizarre to me.  It’s bizarre in the sense that just a week ago this young man was living his life.  It’s bizarre that the media is trying to bend our minds by presenting information that, in my opinion has nothing to do with that fact that a young person is dead for no reason.  Who gives a fuck if he did rob a convenient store, does that automatically mean that his murder is justified? Some people feel that it does, and that in and of itself is disheartening.   

I know how to feel about them treating the city of Ferguson like a war zone when all it’s people want is an explanation. The images are hard to look at.  The stories of black people getting shot or beaten by police at random is crazy.  The fact that this is supposed to be 2014 and all of this is still happening is…well, ridiculous.  I wonder, did we stop fighting too soon.  All the different views and opinions make it hard.  Having Twitter has been both a blessing and a curse for me at times.  Twitter allows us to follow and be involved.  It creates a push when we are all able to come together and voice our thoughts.  It also shows me that not everyone in the world is progressive.  Some people are stuck and always will be. There’s nothing more to be said about them because they don’t need the attention.  

Generally I try and stay quiet.  I’m quiet because in my mind I’m trying to configure how things like this happen.  The world does not always use logic. But sometimes the answers are there, in the logic.  It wasn’t logical to kill Mike Brown, or John Crawford, or Ezell Ford.  But it happened. Do you hate us?  Why? You drug us over here. Why? This blog post was for me and only me.  I just needed to write so I could try and figure out this puzzle.