The holy trinity of Civil Rights was stamped on the top right wall of the house I grew up in: Malcolm X, Nelson Mandela, and Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. I was raised by Pan-Africanist Baby Boomers and Gen Xers. My DNA is filled with both the revolution and the Holy Ghost.
I’m often choosing something in between, though.
I recently overheard an elder talking about God saving us in these coming elections, and respectfully, God ain’t gon’ be the only thing that saves us. I felt real tension as I reckoned with the reality that maybe our elders are tired. The only thing they have to lean on now is their worn Bibles as their weary bodies finally get a chance to rest.