The more Charleston profited financially from tragedy tourism as folks played in the blood of our families members and friends, it got worse. As people ignored the on-going pain of the family members that lived and had to see the world make the site of this assassination and massacre a place to simply pour money into while the families were still seeking to have folks pour love and upliftment into them, it got worse. Each year that people do not realize that Pastor Pinckney was a leader for land rights for Gullah/Geechee people and that is no doubt why he was targeted to be assassinated, it gets worse.
When the bullets flew and the words of negativity and denigration did too, they all hit my heart and soul equally. A murdered soul caused by constantly hearing and speaking negativity is a much slower death to detect than a body shot down, especially if those closest by are high on whatever their drug of choice may be-sex, alcohol, sugary foods and drinks, weed, religious ecstasy, pills, heroin, powdered coke, crack, etc.-are the ones that would have to be left to determine the time of death. The scenes on screens make it look like the time of death for entire communities was called before the babies there were even born. So, as the lights went down, a tear fell too because if folks have no consciousness in their midst and their destruction is funded by the layers of governmental entities that they are taxed by, how can they live on beyond that planned date of their expiration?