Here's the article: Family Of Twelve Needs Your Help
My reaction to the article surprised me and I'm trying to come to grips with why.
Yall know I'm usually the first person to have empathy for my fellow man. I normally don't worry about the why's or how's of a particular situation...I just help when I can. If it's something as simple as giving a bit of money...I don't have a problem with that either if I'm compelled to do so. I do it and hope the energy from my giving is received, processed and returned to the Universe by their future movements.
I read that article and I thought to myself, almost immediately, where is the father of her children? Why can't he help pay for them to have a place to live?
And then I was annoyed at the article, because it listed the ages and names of the children. I thought to myself...was that really necessary?
And I know it wasn't.
IT PUT A BAD TASTE IN MY MOUTH!
So the person who wrote the article was basically trying to draw a picture of what this mother is like by pointing out her kid's names being that they're um...erra...a bit non-mainstream. And I got annoyed at that BIG TIME. I thought about the older children and how they must feel, or, how I hope they feel regarding their business being out there like that knowing that it's sometimes a challenge even as it's a goal to not allow your past to dictate your future.
And I went into a full blown place of quiet rage within myself for this entire damn situation and all the implications.
And all the energy that would be directed at this family while a fundraiser on their behalf to raise $20,000 was being conducted.
I wondered...why them? There are lots of people in need, I'm sure. LOTS of people. Why this particular family? Is it more propaganda to paint a picture of the Black single mother and her offspring? Was it a GENUINE call to rally and help this family? Or were motherfuckers sitting back pointing and snickering doing that fake shit by putting these people on front street all the while having it disguised as charity?
But hey...maybe it's just me.
It often is.