The events passing in Portland has moved the deepest part of my anger, as a “African American”, and I let it be known.

While I am very proud of the uprising, which i knew was coming in visions, I can’t help but be the more angry. I want to support BLM but my position must seem neutral; as I am a priest with sight.

My heart cries out for all involved because we could do this in a much different fashion. The spiritual path is everlasting and they’ve chosen the path of history. Someone will have to fold or we will have blood, more blood.

I’ve closed my Facebook account for awhile so I can regain focus at work. I must, because no matter what anyone says about money… none of it is coming to me. I fight for myself and I don’t place blame on anyone… even if it was true.

I am a fool for speaking the way I do but it can’t be undone. Hopefully I don’t look foolish for being so passionate. I just want to live and find some sort of happiness.

On a lighter note, I have a home to go to now. Sharing a space with a seemingly nice woman who answered my craigslist ad for a roommate situation. I’ll tell you the details later; I must return to work now.

Be strong America.