Singing, “Wake up everybody!” Everybody’s colorblind Yet hindsight still 20/20...

Disambiguation =

The discontinuation of indoctrination, deliberately provoking uniquely intelligent ideas . A process of resolution, when apparently more than one resolve can be reached. The breakdown and understanding of the message from a critical thinking stand point.

For example, negro can refer to a color, a person living during post civil war yet pre civil rights era in North America, or someone of probably sub-Saharan descent, many other interpretations can be assumed. When analyzing the first 6 months of this year I can’t keep Fromm humming the song Wake Up Everybody by Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes.

In the spirt of selective color blindnessand genuine transparency; allow empathy to penetrate your soul.

7/4/2020

My mind wanders as I sit in my living room casually browsing youtube, searching for nothing in particular. The sun is setting, gunshots, startle me enough to accidentally press play on the remote. The O’Jays Backstabbers starts to play, a parade of fireworks or gunshots or both whistle outside my window. I currently reside in Las Vegas by way of about 13 other places. Sin city is pretty sinless due multiple pandemics. I live two blocks from the Strip, right next door to LV country club but not quite on the white side of the fence.

My great grandmother was born in 1903. Her grandmother was born into slavery and listed as property. Her daughter was Negroid on the 1916 census. There were 8 people that lived on their Plot. They found themselves sharecroping (slavery by a different name). Sadly, I use to considered myself privileged that they escaped to the redlining bigotry of the north. They would soon learn that inevitably you take you wherever you go and in the instance of pigment there is not much that can be manipulated.

I am a descendant of trafficked Africans still enslaved under systemic racism. I am a disabled veteran. I am a woman blessed to be a mom. I consider myself educated and due to my moms relentless efforts, I look extremely white on paper (even my gender is neutral) My name is Blair Barrett, I was on the swim team and worked at the YMCA as a lifeguard. My siblings are named Chad, Courtney and Brad. I was one of 3 African Americans at my high school (student pop. roughly 4,000)named Blair, so I guess not only my mom felt it would help to look good on paper. If ever asked to numerically order those categories, MOTHER would hands down be number one on my list. There is no comparably important or fufilling privilege than that of a mother.

We love our mother’s even when we don’t want to. Boldly attempting to comprehend how they could possibly be mortal. The first to hug, kisss and supply oxygen to our lungs. Our author and incubator. Our Trail Blazers and no hostage takers. Our Championions.

I have been recently personally affected and extremely overwhelmed with the absence of life. With death, subtraction, distance.... I don’t think alone is ever a place that are actually destined to arrive while on earth. I feel like we should all just wake up and slow down so we can live and let live.

In light of current events, I find myself questioning everything going on around me. This is like my yoga! It allows me to access and accept my feelings. Breathe slowly and evaluate realistic beliefs and consciously disassemble the message! Thank you Amerikkka... a country that is annoyed By the Powers of the three letters #BLM but for generations denied the very existence of the #kkk

My letter home just in case...

Mom.....

I know you probably are looking at this letter in confusion because we more than likely just talked. I still feel the need to express to you that I have (Or will ever) no plans on leaving this earth before you. So I am listening when you advise and appreciate your persistence. As a mother myself, I would never intentionally subject you to any feeling that didn’t bring you joy. So yes, I’m apologizing with clear, sound and sober mind. The pushback I gave, the slack you allowed, I acknowledge the end does justify the means! So grateful to genetically bound to gift that is you!

You have been the best mom I could ever even dream of , I think of you and I know how awesome God is. He knew exactly who task with the guidance of my life. A caregiver by nature. Born positioned to fail you trudged they the swamp to guide my path! 😘