I’m writing this with a heavy heart. News just broke that rapper Nipsey Hussle, 33, was gunned down outside of his store today. Gunned down in broad daylight. A son, a father, a friend, gunned down – and for what? For what? Why is everyone so trigger happy these days yet there are no solutions to gun control?
As an African American in the United States of America, I have seen my share of gun violence throughout my whole life on TV. Hell, there’s fun violence in my neighborhood that doesn’t even make it on the local news. Yet here we are, another man gunned down, and for what?
There is no reason, really, no reason for these senseless murders to continue. As a community, we cannot get upset if a white cop shoots one of us yet we kill our own. Why does black on black crime get a pass? Why is this not glorified as much as the others?
Murder is Murder
It will NEVER be okay for a loved one to get that call saying that their child, sibling, relative, friend, husband/wife were shot to death. It will never be okay!
It will NEVER be okay for parents to be afraid of to send their children to school in fear of them being shot.
It will NEVER be okay for families to continue to suffer when a relative commutes suicide out of guilt as a result of gun violence.
Murder is Murder
I am sick of turning on my TV or scrolling through social media to see something about about a mass shooting or someone being killed over differences, money, power, lack of respect, whatever the case may be.
Even with their being gun control, at this point, what will it solve? What difference will it really make? People can get their hands on a weapon so easily. It’s as easy as a click of a button to get one.
There’s so many layers to this that it’s hard for me to put in words what’s going through my head. I’ve tried writing this post before, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so.
Here I am, at 10:41pm posting this here on my platform. It’s not all about productivity and getting your life right here on Chaotic Critic. It’s about looking at the bigger picture.
We live in a scary world. There’s no other way to describe how hurt I feel. My heart is heavy. Another senseless murder. Another life lost.