We Are Watching

HTGAWMI can believe the covert narrative of lynched black bodies.

I can believe the coward assassinators on roof tops far from sight.

I can believe the angry mobs hiding under white hoods.

I can believe drunk bigots raiding homes at night, burning crosses and terrorizing our families.

I can believe the racists who occupy privileged seats of power and legislate laws behind closed doors to systemically disenfranchise, criminalize and annihilate black people.

But I cannot believe the public, overt and unapologetic massacre of black bodies.

We are watching

Live streams capture Ferguson police shoot an unarmed black boy named Mike Brown;

His corpse shamefully laid in the street for 4.5 hours.

We are watching

Videos recording the NY police illegally applying a chokehold on Eric Garner;

He pleaded for his life screaming, “I can’t Breath.”

We are watching

Broadcasting of a terrorized unarmed Trayvonn Martin before he was killed by neighborhood watchman George Zimmerman;

Skittles and tea outlined his dead wet black body.

We are watching

Footage rolling while rookie police instantly kill a 12 year old black boy, Tamir Rice;

He was playing outdoors when trigger-happy police decided it was game-over

We are watching

Cell phone cameras recording the LA police killing peacemaker Oscar Grant at the crowded and public Fruitvale train station;

It was New Years Eve, but the countdown ended his life.

We are watching

Pictures snapping unarmed Sean Bell who was murdered by police on the night of his batchelor party and on the night before his wedding;

Smiles captured his new beginnings but sad cries mourned his brutal death

We are watching

History books and current narratives document spectacles of white people smiling while hanging black bodies like strange fruit from poplar trees;

History repeats itself with new voices for old fights requiring new revolutions

We are watching

Black bodies die

and white murdering racists go free

We are watching

Cameras rolling

Videos going viral

Social Media handles and hashtags trending

Conversations recording

and revolutions brewing

We are watching

We are posting

We are tweeting

We are writing

We are preaching

We are protesting

We are praying

We are voting

We are resisting

Our eyes are watching God

Their eyes are watching blundered black bodies

We are watching

But we are still unseen

We are watching

until we are seen

We are watching

until there is justice

We are watching

until black bodies matter

We are watching

until the revolution is televised

We are awake, and

We are watching

We are watching

We are watching

Faith and Ferguson: A Call to Action and Response to the Grand Jury’s Decision Not To Indict Darren Wilson

ss-140825-michael-brown-funeral-10_d7040a9661fb813f9d3722e742114487I awoke this morning still numbed (paralyzed even) by the pain, sorrow and defeat I saw on the faces of our black and brown people, especially our brothers and mothers of sons. I could only offer sacred silence as a refusal to desecrate their righteous despair. It stings deeply that Black America has its home at the cross with the uninvited guest of injustice. In the twenty-first century (so far from antiquity, the atlantic, the auction block, the lynching tree and the back of the bus) we are still unconsolably grieving devalued and crucified black bodies that are wrongfully considered seditious and criminal because of the color of their skin and their marginalized position within oppressive systems of power. Amid this grave miscarriage of justice and derailment of morality, I cannot help but to wonder when we will all sing together in the tenor of that old negro spiritual:

Well old Mister Satan he got mad,
Missed that soul that he thought he had,
Pharaoh’s army got drowned,
Oh Mary don’t you weep.

Brothers and sisters, don’t you cry,
There’ll be good times by and by,
Pharaoh’s army got drowned,
Oh Mary don’t you weep.

Oh Mary don’t you weep no more,
Oh Mary don’t you weep no more,
Pharaoh’s army got drowned,
Oh Mary don’t you weep.

But today, this is not our song. On the night of this inhumane and unjust decision not to indict Darren Wilson for the senseless killing of unarmed and college-bound Mike Brown, Pharaoh’s army did not drown and along with Mary, our mothers, our men and our community, we weep. I want you to know, that as Mary wept and as Rachel refused to be consoled, so do we have a place to lament. Let us lament with cries of righteous indignation and action until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness a mighty stream. We can begin our lament weeping but let us also lament with action.


I call for a tripartite plan for resistance with Political, Economic and Prophetic action. Effective resistance for these times necessitate an element of surprise to strategically disrupt power. Here is how we can achieve this end:


Please sign this petition by the NAACP that demands the Department of Justice to pursue a federal, criminal rights investigation into Michael Brown’s Death.



On Black Friday, let us act with our dollars. Do not spend money to buy merchandise. Here is why:

“Several stores along South Florissant Road in Ferguson, where protests have continued on a near-nightly basis, say that their business is down nearly 80 percent since August. Many retailers, including restaurants, nail salons and grocery stores, have been forced to close early in the last few months. Some said they had cut their employees’ hours because there was so little for them to do.

Now, with the grand jury’s decision on whether to indict Officer Wilson expected any day, businesses fear that another round of demonstrations will disrupt the holiday shopping season and its opening day, Black Friday, so named for the first time retailers traditionally show a profit, or move into the black, for the year” (New York Times, November 20th at http://nyti.ms/1r2qSuo).

Thus, let us empty the pockets of capitalism and show why the defaulted promissory note of justice is a debt to us all!


May we “stay woke” to injustice. Prophetic action requires that we are intentional about incorporating our indignation into liturgy, bible studies, prayers, sermons, meetings and agendas. Justice is a biblical mandate and serving the least of these is the locus of Jesus’ ministry and also the imperative of discipleship. In Luke 4:18, Jesus makes this his first priority as he announces his earthly ministry. He read from the scrolls of Isaiah saying:

“The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, 19to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.” 20And he rolled up the scroll, gave it back to the attendant, and sat down. The eyes of all in the synagogue were fixed on him. 21Then he began to say to them, “Today this scripture has been fulfilled in your hearing.”

Dearly beloved, a year of favor and the fulfillment of scripture may very well depend on our political, economic and prophetic action. Let us show up in numbers and prove that black lives matter. May we surprise capitalism and capitol hill, white supremacy and politics of respectability with our resistance and disruption of oppressive system of sacrifice that scapegoats black and brown bodies.

In the words of WEB Dubois,

“But we do not merely protest; we make renewed demand for freedom in that vast kingdom of the human spirit where freedom has ever had the right to dwell: the expressing of thought to unstuffed ears; the dreaming of dreams by untwisted souls.”

Today, let us protest with renewed demands for freedom! Let us walk together children and not grow weary. Let us continue looking toward Jerusalem with our hands to the gospel plow and refuse to turn back. Let us keep dreaming in color because black lives matter

With lamentation and hope for justice,
Reverend Daughter