I don’t get the attachment – no – the attraction between American White Supremists and the New Balance shoe and I wonder at that because I like knowing the answer to most things.
Not that it matters.
I’ve never in fact owned a pair of New Balance sporting shoes or any kind of New Balance.
Growing up it was Adidas, Converse, Nike. Nowadays it’s still Adidas, Clarks, Nike, Vans and boots. A lot of boots. Black leather. Desert.
I’m seeing swastikas, white hate/survivalist/neo-nazi/white supremist/KKK rural slogans and urban graffiti that’s terribly antiBlack, anti Immigrant, antiQueer and misogynistic in Atlanta and Decatur, Georgia. This is unusual to me when I know first-hand the majority of Atlanta’s talented street artists are young, urban, millenial black men who are fearless and often carry skateboards in their other arm…but not all are.
It is a harbinger that the sleazy slick, dirty veneer to America’s Nazi, Neo-Nazi, KKK Party or white nationals are showing their faces in the light of day days after the national presidential elections.
It is also alarming to me when I am warned to dissuade me from attending or to not pay attention to the “TRUMP IS NOT MY PRESIDENT” or Black Lives Matter gatherings because it’s considered “disrespectful of the Presidency” or the President Elect.
I’ve stopped making lists mentally about my community’s taking horrible under the belt punches and blows to my right, left and teeth buckling during elections, and now to see revoltingly blatant examples of Government representation?
Blah, blah, blah.
I’ve stopped thinking about the very intimate effect from The Election’s losses to and in my life’s meanings now and that my broken heart and general grief witnesses the nation and country that I currently reside in, fall head-first into what are terrible beginnings of apocalyptic storms ahead of us.
Months ago I envisioned our standing at the crossroads of hope or a post-apocalyptic future, dry, dusty, hot, dirty, everything ruined and gone. Ghosts. Civilization murky.
I have been pulled chained and dragging, but not bloodied, bruised, down the other terrible pathway but I go not freely.
I will not cooperate.
Nor should you.
Remember that above all else, to thine own self be true.