April showers are supposed to bring May flowers but apparently the showers of April continued to cultivate and fertilize the seedlings and the fruit on the trees infected with the deadly pestilence of white idolatry and so-called supremacy.
Like many black faith leaders, parents and village elders, I have sat with the daunting reality of black post-modernity in the era of Trump. It is a reality that forces us to be inundated with real-time imagery of the lynching and bludgeoning of black bodies who, by their very existence – whether sleeping in their own beds like Breonna Taylor, jogging in their own neighborhood like Ahmaud Arbery or driving in their own car like Georg Floyd – presented threats to the blued-and-badged bullies.
In the words of Dr. Britney Cooper, this “necropolitical” environment beckons us to weather a pandemic, police brutality and the unelected governor in Missouri, who closed the state too late and opened it too early. Now, in the midst of the COVID-19 crisis, the governor suggests, “If you don’t feel safe on election day you should stay home.”
