The Heart Of The Human Problem

Yesterday I was so incredibly incensed by the story and report of a 15 year old school girl in Hackney who was sexually abused and totally humiliated by 2 female police officers, and a school standing by very much implicit in the crime. This crime was committed in 2020 during the heat of the trauma that was Covid-19 and the murder- one amongst many- of George Floyd.

I was ranting about it to my therapist this morning and we concluded that to have made that decision to strip search her in that objectified & humiliating fashion, the officers had to have already reduced her to a NO THING in their minds -aka adultification, a tenet in racism and hate..

As I was talking, I realised more deeply, and expressed that, people who treat other fellow human beings like this- especially a human child- acts from a corrupted, inhuman, frozen over soul. Loving caring humane human beings cannot behave like this… so, who is animal, if any one/race has to be…

My therapist reminded me that even animals feel. Apologies animals. Perhaps I should call these kinds of humans, uncivilised.

My therapist also said- words to the effects- that this inhumanity that they can dish out, so easily, without second thought, is what Desmond Tutu spoke at lengths about, especially about the apartheid that was and still is South Africa. I will check his thoughts out.

The subject was all very triggering for me being a survivor of sexual abuse, being black and a woman, being a mother, aunt, etc- being human. So I just had to write out this Matter of Heart. Someone once said, “The heart of the human problem, is the problem of the human heart.” I believe this to be true. Some folks are in serious need of Heart Transplants, also known psychologically as, Self – Transformation.

Time for change folks. We can’t be sitting on the fence like the old days, especially Post Covid. Go heal your heart if it is hardened & hard. We made for greater things! Rise Up! Our Potential for Miraculousness has already been demonstrated by other humans, so, is therefore, Possible. Come from behind the bushel, especially the fence-dwellers. Come out, Stand Up, and be counted…into the Good Fight! It’s Now 0 Clock.

Peace & Love,

Light..

Humane-Up, I Say, Again..

I am reading a book and it says this about the power of both action and inaction…arguing that they both go on to have their individual impact….I quote from the book,

“Remember this axiom: ‘All that it takes for evil to exist is for good people to do nothing. ‘ Hitler brought massive destruction into the world because, for a time, millions of individuals did nothing to stop him. Finally, masses of righteous men and women became so outraged that they fought back and created more destruction in order to stop Hitler. It had to be done, but the truly sad thing is that the situation need not have existed in the first place…”

If people had acted…sooner…

This is where we are with this ongoing historical, racial trauma of black folks…

This is where we are with that orange president in the USA that is “being allowed ” to say, do, and get away with all sorts of unforgivable and highly questionable things…

Humane-up people. We are all in this world together…No one group can be happy in the world if it is at the expense of another group of individuals….

All humankind are created equal…Nuff said..

Peace & Love,

Light..💛🔥

Mother-Lover

I wrote this poem in 2004 and it was born out of my feelings of desperation about the black on black crime that was also rampant at that time. This poem came to mind for a re-post today….especially the line I wrote about “Vision being restored.” Vision Being Restored in the current climate, with the true enemy working against progress and a wholesome society, being more clearly defined…Malignant Racism: racism being very much alive & kicking, and choking the life out of black people. All our efforts must be directed at this true source and the change needed there, across the institutional board. Racism, like the coronavirus, hurts US ALL- though for some, death rates are much higher…#BLM (Black Lives Matter) #BMHM (Black Mental Health Matters)

Mother-Lover..

Back in The Day we lived large, 
played hard-unconditionally loved
by the Great Mother; self-loving in Her Nature.

Then it came to pass,
a mean spirited, player hating, cold chill farce
held Her Sons to ransom; claimed Her, then raped Her.

Now Her sweet Sons don’t shine like before,
their throats are sore, from the pressure she applied
to hold them back, until such time
Vision was restored.

And as time passes by, memory fades;
whilst some of Her Sons still re-members
The Day, others buckle under the mental health strain;

Some becoming more like Gangcesters,
dis-membering, everything, both big and small
that resembles themselves at all.

But Her Love is Pure, She both under and over stands
that the rage like fire burns strong
and is still in need of being undone,

So Her offspring’s may sing
a more reparative redemption song
and like Eagles fly East-Homeward bound;
forward out of this, Babylon.

And then, The Right Time Come,
and the Grand Mother bawl-‘Fire a ga bun!
Go get ‘em Son! Regain your rightful positions!’

And with nuff love ina dem Hearts,
Her Truth upon their Tongues, their Quest?
To cut away all falsehoods from this-
Her kingdom.

So, “Fret not yourself my brothers,”

The Mother Loves us ever so much,
and as a Matter of Cause, is oh so Desirous of us
to find the Will to Live and Love.

So Remember, as it was in the beginning
So we shall be in the end; Her Sons shining,
like the Phoenix Forever Raising-
Again and Again and Again.

And So Shall It Be,

Amen!

Denise Marcia James, aka Insperience, 2004

Peace & Love,

Life 🖤💛🖤