I have such a heavy heart. I'm taking it to my blog, because it never fails that I can get my thoughts out, and you guys always seem to get what I'm trying to say.

So, lets get to it. First, and foremost, let me start by saying that we all go through different experiences, and we all have different upbringings, and that's what makes us unique and beautiful. I love that there isn't another soul in the world that is just like me. I am at a point in my life to where I can see, whether they were good or bad experiences, why I had to go through them.

Every single thing that I went through, molded me, and shaped me into who I am today, and I'm thankful to God for that. I take pride in knowing that I overcame things that were meant to break me. I am humbled that I have been gifted such selfless souls, that can pour into me, and guide me, and help me when I'm lost, or down. I am grateful to be me.

With that being said, I am a black woman. I was raised by a black mother and father, my great, great grandmother was a maid that worked for a white family. My ancestors were taken from their home in Cameroon, and forced to come to America to be worked and beaten to death. And out of all that, I am here.

When we were brought over from Africa, we were beaten, we were worked, we were hung. Burned. People killed us for fun. They brought our children, and wives to watch us burn as we hung from a tree. They treated us inhumanely as they laughed. We tried to run away. Some escaped. Some were not that lucky. We asked for our freedom. We were mocked

You? Free? What makes you think you deserve to be free? You're black. Hey, at least you are alive. Just be grateful that we are allowing you to live. Eventually, we were awarded our freedom, but we were still not equal. We were segregated. Given the lowest of the low. Treated the worst of the worst. People spat in our faces, and officers sprayed us with hoses.

We marched, we prayed, we boycotted.

We were on the right side of history. They were on the wrong side. You've seen the pictures. You've heard the stories. What I'm presenting isn't new. There were people that were disgusted by our movements. Even when we just stood in silence. It was disrespectful.

We were desegregated(in some places) We were thrown out into the world with little means. But we survived. We moved into good neighborhoods, and were not welcome. We went to restaurants, and were refused service. We were on the right side of history. They were on the wrong side.

We made a name for ourselves, we became doctors, and lawyers, and public servants, and celebrities. Our children were doing better than we ever did! Still, we are being judged by the color of our skin. We are being pulled over for driving a car that doesn't look like we can afford. We are asked at the checkout line if we will be using a food stamp card to pay for our groceries. We hear things like "you're the prettiest black girl I've ever met" and "you talk so proper" and "are all your kids by the same man?" We can't walk around wearing a hoodie without someone clutching their purse or locking their car door.

Our sons are murdered. White supremacists march yielding torches and spurring hateful words. But they don't say a thing. They are just exercising their right for free speech. We put together organizations, we make shirts and we march, but we are deemed a bunch of thugs that need to get a job, and get a REAL organization. You're alive, right? Just be grateful you're alive.

We peacefully protest, and we are disrespectful.

What side of history will you be on? What will you tell your great-grandchildren when they read about this in history books? Will your facebook statuses be a demonstration of how supportive, and empathetic you were towards a race of people that have been suffering for so long? Or will they see you listing all the reasons why they were wrong.

As history clearly shows, everything we have ever done has been wrong. There have always been people against us. History also shows that we have been on the right side of history. Where are you today?

People are hurting. People are being killed. Segregation still exists. The town I went to college in just desegregated their schools a few years ago. Think they are the only ones? Don't you dare tell us to stand when we choose to kneel. Don't you dare tell us we have it good, and to be grateful. The day I can drive down the backroads of Misissippi, and not seriously fear for my life, will be the day I will be silent.

I will not, WE will not stop, until we are equal. We will not stop until people start listening to what we are "whining" about. WE WILL NOT STOP UNTIL WE ARE EQUAL. Let go of your insecurities. Get out of your comfort zone. If you truly want to make a change, BE the change. If you have nothing to say about white supremacists marching and spitting racial slurs, DONT YOU DARE tell me how to protest.





-Mama Banks