What More Can I Say?

 I woke up this morning in a fog.

You know, the kind that envelopes you with pending doom.

In some ways, I've had that pit-in-my-stomach feeling every since November,even more so since January and every day since then.

What new cruelty is being unleashed upon us now?

How much more inhumane can these people be?

When is it enough?

Then, like many of my fellow Americans, we watched in sadness as Senators voted to advance the big-horrible-ugly-depraved bill and as one woman senator from Alaska said, they were hoping the house would defeat it.

Where is the courage?

In the dark of night on July 3rd, the weasel-of-a-house-speaker called the members into chamber to begin the debate of the bill and to call for a vote. While the rest of us were sleeping or at the writer's hour of 3am, he called them into session.

So they went, and they spoke, the representative from Brooklyn held it the longest and after he yielded, they had a few more and in the span of time of me running a quick errand to the post office, they passed it.

It is unconscionable.

It is beyond evil.

The harm will be generational.

And that was the intent.

And we tried to tell you.

So many of us.

I have been writing and talking about this since 2008.

A couple of women ran for office and tried to tell the nation.

Yet, so many allowed themselves to be swayed by their emotions, by hatred, and by bigotry. 

Facts could not sway them.

Telling them it will come for them first did not sway them.

Teach-ins could not sway them.

Showing this goes back to 1964 could not sway them.

They wanted to harm someone. And with this bill and before it, with the ways their out-of-shape masked-sons have been snatching, assaulting, and r@ping women because of their not-from-here-status, have been wrecking evil on the streets of this country. Not ironically, in all the places where they drop-shipped people as a stunt last year.

So, what do I do now on this morning of not independence on this not america day?

I'm checking in with my heart. 

I'm checking in with my soul.

I'm checking in with my spirit.

The evil they enacted yesterday is designed to come-out-of-nowhere after the midterm elections. They hope people will forget and by next November be unwilling to hold them accountable. Or they hope they will be just too scared to move since the immediate funding was for more of the masked-kidnappers-posing-as-law enforcement.

Foundational Black Americans know this demon.

We've known this enemy that comes to steal and kill.

And we tried to tell you.

The 92% tried to warn you, encourage you, sway you, cajole you.

We tried everything to save this country from herself.

But, in reality, we are only 7% of the entire population.

64% of those being snatched up off the street, from construction sites, from farm fields - voted for this.

81% of those who claim to be evangelical Christians - voted for this.

55% of the same women who voted for this the first time did it again.

We already know.

So, no, we can't save you this time.

This time, we are attending to our own hearts and spirits.

This time, we are just being.

Because what more can we say?

©2025. Antona B. Smith, Tayé Foster Bradshaw Group LLC.

Sipping a brown sugar rosemary latte looking out over the greenery remembering a better day.