Since it's inception, I have kept abreast of the activities of the Black Lives Matters movement. Just today, I read a rousing speech made by Elizabeth Warren, a commendable endorsement of the work that the group is doing. I've rolled it around in my head for months now, always willing to support the group in any way I could.
I admit, though, that I have been troubled. I've prayed about it, discussed with others. Most of my friends and family did not see the issue. I couldn't... convince them of the importance of my stance. I don't think Black Lives Matters should be a movement. It troubled my loved ones, those who knew I would write this diary. It was important enough, though, to speak what I consider to be a greater truth. We don't need a movement.
Now, this actually came to me from the most unlikely of places. It was a monologue done by Tommy Lee Jones in the movie Under Siege. He spoke quite eloquently, for a homicidal maniac, about how the Civil Rights Movement, the Women's Rights Movement, the Suffrage Movement, became inadequate and dated. Why? As Tommy said, a movement eventually stops. Eventually it's over. The vigilance is gone. The spirit of fight, the need to make what is bad better, is gone. What to do?
Black Lives Matters should be a revolution. Revolutions go on ad infinitum. They never stop. They are ever vigilant, ever protective, ever in the face of those that make them feel less than. That's what we need. My 14-year-old son should become a part of Black Lives Matters when he reaches his majority. The revolution is in the air. People are ready for it. We are bold enough to revolve and revolve and revolve again. Won't we?