"I love your voice. You have led me through the fire and the darkness of night.
I've known you as a father and a freind and I have lived in the goodness of god."

It is that goodness that gave me the resources that I will use to flee to safety and peace.

These words I now write flow freely, prompted by the sweet song of the black men who stood with their black mothers, sisters and daughters. Their voices brought to me by the African Think Tank vlogger because God told him to send balm to ease our pain.

Yes, I can see the clouds. I can feel them in my brain like cotton balls. I will keep them there until I leave this place. Until I take those winds back across the Atlantic ocean to a blue zone island.

They are there to soak up my tears and provide soft shield from the daily news of destruction.

MAGA cursed me and laughed at me following the path forward and upwards to Hope and rejecting the fall backwards to wretchedness and hate.

They said I only think thought this way because my mind has been clouded with fake news.

My God said
Thou shall have no other gods before me.
Thou shall not kill.
Thou shall not covet thy neighbor's wife.
Thou shall not bear false witness.

And his son said Love.
His son fed the poor and washed their feet.

The tears came flowing over my  fear and my despair without drowning either. How could they, for my brain and my heart burned with the hell fire poured onto them by the lies, threats, and hate of the new regime. The regime that half of what I believed to be my country worshipped.

I was one of the 92% who did not vote for this. One of the 92% often maligned and rarely praised when we lifted the hammer and cried, Freedom, Justice, and Love.

My ancestors were calling to me. Telling me to leave this place that had erased my memories of black Africa and denied me the privileges of white America. Privileges that my ancestors had earned through blood, toil, humiliation, and separation from the Motherland and
our mother's breast.

Where I lived in the blue dot in the red state surrounded by nearly 300 square miles that did not include one Sundown Town,I wept.

A black woman vlogger announced that the winds that brought the slaves ships from Africa to the United States of America had arrived to message the 92%. It was a message that we all felt and heard at the same time. It said to rest. To self care. To conserve. To go to Starbucks.

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