In the Twilight of Time

The sun hovers at the horizon announcing it’s supremacy by lighting the sky with its brilliance splashing multiple shades of orange across the vastness of space before descending down into the twilight of time. There was a time in this country when black people were slaves. There was a time in this country when black bodies hung from trees called “strange fruit” by renowned singer Billie Holiday. There was a time in this country when black people could not vote. There a time in this country when it was against the law for black people to be taught to read. There was a time in this country when many schools were segregated.
Blood has been shed over time in the name of justice and a little over 50 years ago much blood was shed during the non violent demonstrations of the Civil Rights Movement which were seeking to win the right to vote for many black people, seeking to desegregate schools, seeking to eat where you wanted to eat, seeking to be treated equally in the job market, seeking to sit in a seat of your choice on public transportation, simply seeking to feel like a respected human being. Time has passed yet in some ways conditions remain the same. Conditions created by impoverished circumstances passed through time and flourishing in the now.
Many young people living at poverty level are hoodwinked by the glamour of sports and flashy sneakers that can make you jump right into the NBA; and then of course there’s the music industry where you can rap your way into a garden filled with money trees. Many young minds are blinded by the "benjamins" and unable to envision where a good education might take them. Indifference now is the name of the education game.