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So I have been following the Mike Brown case for weeks now and I find something that shocks me everyday about the case and about America. When justice is an innate part of your being, it is hard not to get infuriated with the state of Ferguson and what occurred there weeks ago.

Before I get backlash from anyone let me summarize it for you guys: The reason why so many of us are enraged is because an 18 year old got shot 8 times when he was unarmed. Whether he stole something, whether his body language was aggressive, the police officers could have used so many different things like body force and taser to arrest Mike Brown. This is justice. Stealing shouldn’t justify someone’s death. And saying that Mike Brown deserved his death for this crime is absolutely abominable.

Same with Kajieme Powell who was screaming “Shoot me now! Kill me now!” while having a knife in his pocket. Could the police not have tased him or used force to put him on the ground to arrest him? If deadly force is the first go-to solution for controlling a black man and bringing justice to this country…well America, you are doing it wrong!

Powell was arrested after he was shot multiple times. Why? Why was Mike Brown’s dead body left out there for hours? Powell gave a powerful message to America. He was a mentally unstable man but perhaps he knew what he was doing. The video shows us that if a police man sees a black man screaming and mad he must be violent and they resort to killing him right away but how can a young white man who shoots a public place or school senseless not be shot down and killed on the spot?

This is not about hatred for cops. This is about hatred for injustice.

This is not about white people being racists. This is about racist people.

What is infuriating to us who support Mike Brown is that people who have been so guarded and inexperienced in life experiences and adversity can claim that racism does not exist. That the lives of people today are not affected by racism and opportunities are not taken away because of racism. That racism is an excuse used by blacks to justify their high jail rates, impoverishment, and overall unequal representation in the nation in terms of power.

The African-American community definitely has its problems. It is a fact that slavery ended not that long ago, that the 60’s was just yesterday and that racism exists today. The scope of history extends for thousands of years and the history of blacks in America has just recently started. You cannot expect generations of enslavement, illiteracy and then little rights to all of a sudden within a few decades to become a generation with a culture that is all about academics and makes their way up to control the system of capitalism.

What really motivated me to write this all is an article talking about Ferguson on the Economist. The comments were so appalling that I decided to give my take on this. This newspaper is meant to be for more educated individuals and the comments reminded me of the early eugenics movement. People still to this day blame genetics for so many things in order for their little brains to ignore all the social, economic, and cultural implications history has on people.

This article is called “The Lessons of Ferguson.” It is a great article, however the comments were so racists and kept saying that black people were inherently dumb and inferior and deserve all these problems because it is all their faults for being inferior. A perfect example of a comment such as the many on these is:

“A race-based quota system is ALREADY in place. The problem is that blacks cannot pass the entrance exam. They cannot read or write. If they cannot read or write then they cannot read the law and apply it fairly, and they cannot write reports that are admitted into the court system.

Blacks are failing in every school system in the US. The reason is genetic and IQ. No matter which country Africans live in, even when attending “enriched” school systems, they continue to fail and have a “flat” IQ of 70…with very few able to read or write above a 5th grade level.

We are different and no progress is going to be made until that fact of our differentness based on genetics is realized and only then will the research come out that will affectively assist blacks and Africans in reaching parity…or as a class, be classified as ‘special’…and accomodations made for them.”

So you are going to tell me that people with this mind set do not exist? And you are going to tell me that racism has no impact on the opportunities and mindset of blacks in America?

So when you want to ask why Mike Brown’s body was left out there, why the police officer was donated more money than Brown’s family, why being black and walking down the street would get you more attention from the police than being white? Why why why can continue for a very long time.

The answer can be definitely linked to this:

Because racism exists today and has been a long part of our beautiful and “fair” American system. If you are not black or other minority you may not experience this and see how it affects you everyday. But to say that it doesn’t exist and impact the DAILY lives of African Americans, you are being foolish and idealistic.

Racism leads people, even highly educated people to think so illogically and unscientifically and then act on those beliefs. For as long as rampant racism exists telling our brains that every young black man is violent (even genetically so) injustice will follow.

So to my Black Americans, understand the state of America but I encourage you to lift each other up, to read to your children before bed and encourage them to seek higher levels of education. To teach them about budgeting money and saving (something my Honduran mom did not teach me and now I’m not the best with money) to get them to be proud of being black and knowing their history but to be eager to change the future of America. If you are already doing this and encouraging the success of the community, keep doing it, you are shaping the future. Let’s use this horrible time in our history to gear up for the future and new history and new ideologies.

For us all, let’s open our hearts and mind to justice and love. If we get thoughts of hate and intolerance lets reason with our brains and let those thoughts leave us and not reflect our actions. As humans were are so alike and all these differences made up by the world, history and egos must be minimized so that we can evolve our minds in order to create a better world for the human species.



I have always been an animal lover. Since being a little girl I remember connecting deeply with animals and feeling like they understood me. Some of the strongest and most vivid memories I have of being a child involve my pets and animals. When I was about five I remember there was an ant who could not walk because her feet had been squished. I grabbed a little stick and prodded around her legs separating them and lifting her. I did this so meticulously and patiently that it took me about two hours of just devoting myself to helping this little ant. Finally she was always to stand and walked away from me, completely fixed. I felt ecstatic and so accomplished that I was able to help the little ant.

I had a dog named Osa who gave birth to a litter of puppies. It was late at night probably two a.m. in Honduras and my aunt who knew how much I loved animals woke me up so I could be a part of Osa’s birthgiving. I held one of the little puppies as she came out, and as it rained my aunt, uncle, and I sat there with Osa’s new offsprings. I went to bed so happy and excited to play with the puppies. Osa was a mutt and she loved leaving the house and walking around the beach of La Ceiba looking for things she could eat. I had a cat named Michu in Honduras and I absolutely loved her. She was my favorite. Anytime I was sad or cried, Michu was  there to cuddle with me. I remember how close I felt to her being and even though she did not utter one word, her presence comforted me and I felt accepted and understood by another living soul. When Michu was dying I was devastated. I asked the older people in the neighborhood on advice at how to save her. They told me to make a solution out of milk and lime and feed it to her for 3 days. Michu was clearly dying, but after two days of feeding her the solution she got a little better and I thanked god for giving me my friend back. On the third day however, Michu died and I felt like I had not done enough to save her. I buried her under the sand of La Ceiba beach.

When I got to America I had many pets: cats, dogs, hamsters, bunnies, birds. My mother hated animals because she is a really clean person, but because I urged her to have these little critters in my life she tolerated them. I suffered so much from having these animals because they always died too soon, ran away, or my mother gave them away. I decided to not have any pets for a long time because of that.

Last February I decided to adopt a little cat, something I gave thought to for about 8 months. Getting this cat has been wonderful and she brings joy to my life every day. I am so thankful for her company. However last night, as every single night, as silly as it is, I get really sad that she may die soon. I adopted her old, unknowingly and every single day I fear the day I’m going to have to say goodbye. These thoughts make me extremely sad, and as silly as they are, they happen every single day. I finally analyzed this and wondered why I do not worry about losing my family nearly as much, and came to a conclusion that it is because of my past. I have been extremely blessed by not losing any of my family members so its a fear that I have never experienced (thankfully) so I don’t even know how that would feel, however I have lost many animals before and it has caused a lot of distress. That little girl who weeped for her animals that she truly loved is still alive in me and is scared of losing again.

Many of our actions today are probably based of our childhood. Analyze this and maybe you will find some thought today that relates to a fear or insecurity you had as a kid.

Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.

Anatole France

You can easily judge the character of a man by how he treats those who can do nothing for him.

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,


I am at a state of peace. Nothing seems to worry me and nothing seems to bother me. I am at peace with all that is. I had a situation happen to me that would normally humiliate me, anger me but instead I just shrugged my shoulders and said that it would pass and not to bring negative energy into my day. So I continued having this state of mind uninterrupted. It has lasted me a good two weeks, and I feel joy and balance in my life. Previously before this I felt an emptiness within me and loneliness. I felt so far from everyone I loved and so alone, and after coming out of that I became filled with a huge sense of peace that runs through me. I came to appreciate my loneliness and use the silence that surrounds me to make me grow as a person and instead of filling it with outside noise to grow into a better being.

There really is no good reason to be so content, and there’s so many small excuses I could bicker about but instead I have this brightness in my mind and happiness in my being. I am here, I am healthy, I am alive, and I am full of love. More importantly, I am patient. I am patient for all that will be, and I am content with all that is now. I have more blessings than I deserve and for that I am grateful. I will continue practicing this train of thought and letting my mind be in its most purest and beautiful form. May  ego, worry, stress, loneliness, power, anger, jealousy inferiority not disturb this tranquility I feel in my being and if it does, may I get back quickly to this state of mind.