Well, I came home tonight saying to myself that I would take a 'quick nap,' write a blog and get busy doing some work. However, my body had other ideas, like shut it down. I just awoke to Maria Sharapova kickin' behind in the 2008 Australian Open on the Tennis Channel and with a slight wheeze in my lungs. I am writing with a breathing tube in my mouth full of Albuterol! Lol!... I got the 'shakes!' so forgive any grammatical errors or glaring inconsistencies! Lol again!
What a day this has been. I have promised to be open, truthful and painfully transparent in these blogs so as to hopefully help someone else in their quest for life upgrade and spiritual maturity. Hopefully, my wounds and experiences, triumphs and encounters will have some positive effect on someone else. Someone said to me just today while riding, this is the year of 'full disclosure.' The point brought me back to reality being that I had promised myself personally to be truthful without sugar-coating and to be transparent without holding back in my interactions and communications with others. I will say this, the truth is liberating. The Bible says it best when it posits 'the truth shall set you free.'
In a nutshell, and then I will briefly comment on each one, this has been quite a memorable Martin Luther King, Jr., memorial day, one I will never forget. From early this morning and a breakfast gathering of Morehouse Men, to a worship celebration in honor of Martin Luther King, Jr., to a dinner-dialogue in light of King, it has been a full day, with a hell of alot of personal stuff in between...Enquirer, you listening? TMZ, you got the cameras rollin'?...
Being black and male in America is quite an experience that is unique unto itself. We are peroieved and treated by the 'status quo' as the bottom of the totem pole, behind the White man, White woman and Black woman. We have forever been labeled as less than and inferior except in a purely physical perspective where mental acuity is not needed. We are always 'gifted' enough but never 'smart' enough. People need labels and names for you when they fear you. We have been physically, financially and esteemly castigated. We have been consistently marginalized and dare I say there is a conspiracy to eradicate the 'black man' or at least quarantine him, hence modern day slavery in the form of the 'privatized' prison system.... but enough of my critique and soap box.
To this end , I value and appreciate beyond articulation my education on the higher level, not only at a HBCU, that is a historically black college and university for those who do not know, but for my matriculation, education and experiences at the only African-American, all-male institution for higher learning in the nation at Morehouse College. My experience at Morehouse is one that cannot be quantified or qualified. No amount of money could pay for it. It was an invaluable experience that continues to pay divindends to this day. The Morehouse experience is unique and powerful. Ain't nothing or nobody like a Morehouse man, we are one of kind. It's what as known as the 'Morehouse Mystique.'
With this being 'King' Day, I believe I should mention for those who may not know, Morehouse College is where Dr. King matriculated for his undergraduate studies. There is a bronzed statue that stands on 15 feet of marble of King standing tall and pointing towards the future in front of the International Ecumenical Chapel that bears his name on the campus of Morehouse. Morehoyuse is a community. It is an empowering community that mentors boys into becoming men. It is a institution that is a family which prepares and pushes you to discover and become the best you there is to be, and more. It encourages and creates understanding and pride in who you are, belief in what you can accomplish and an expectation to be more than the best you can be. It is an incubator for birthing personal potential with a worldview in mind. It is an indoctrination of expectation, both personal and communal. It is preparation for achievement on the highest level without apology, with a sense of right and pride. The life lessons taught and learned outside the banality of the classroom where just as significant and invaluable as every credit hour paid for. It is a family of high achieving brothers whose Morehouse blood runs deep and fraternal. Even after years removed, whenever we gather or randomly bump into each other in our daily lives, it is a buring flame that never ceases to warm and light the way. From the 'old heads' to those who have just graduated, a Morehouse man is a brother in every sense of the word, and a brother indeed... I have already made a commitment to my yet unborn son, that he can go anywhere his heart chooses for his college education, but if he wants me to pay for it, it will be Morehouse College! LOL!...
There is only one Morehouse College! Dear 'ol Morehouse, Dear 'ol Morehouse...
Well, my creative writing juices are drying up at the moment becasue my heart is sad. I just felt a wave of sadness sweep through my spirit and I must go protect my spirit and read and pray... It is all apart of the happenings in my day that I will return and continue to share with you a 'lil later... Stay tuned! Don't touch that dial, you don't want to miss!
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