All Lives

Do black lives still matter? If so, where are all the Black Lives Matter signs? A few years ago, they were literally everywhere. My neighborhood was filled with them. But now, I don’t see a single one. Did black lives ever really matter? Or was BLM just a fashion statement… here today, gone later today?

I remember my reaction when I first heard the phrase Black Lives Matter years ago. I’ll never forget it. It angered me, because I believe that all lives matter. Anything to the contrary is just ludicrous. Yet, mass media propaganda insisted that believing all lives matter was racist or ridiculous. For anyone who never figured it out, BLM was a media driven Psy-Op, a so-called movement specifically designed to instigate division between the races. America is more racially divided than it’s ever been, and BLM played a major role in keeping it that way. It’s one of the most dangerous and destructive movements ever created, and the damage continues to be felt. 

Back when I was relatively active on Facebook, I expressed my sentiments about Black Lives Matter out in the open for all to see. I knew my views were unpopular amongst most blacks and many whites, but I was unprepared for the level of hatred. I felt like Custer at the Little Big Horn, hopelessly surrounded by hostile forces. Ultimately, I was banished from the platform for “hate speech”.    

At the height of the BLM movement, back when the famous signs were all over my neighborhood, I decided to express my view on the matter, out in the open for all to see. I put a sign in my yard that read All Lives Matter. I’ve never seen such a sign anywhere, except in my front yard, and I’m proud of that fact. One day, a man passing by introduced himself as a Christian minister. He commented on the sign. He sincerely thanked me for what I had done. I assumed he meant for daring to speak an unpopular  truth. I told him that was his job, and to my surprise, he shamefully agreed. He needed to be ashamed, but I refrained from telling him so.

Someone eventually removed my sign in the dead of night, clearly offended by my “hate speech”. I was so pissed off, I could barely control myself. Eventually, I placed a six foot tall statue of the Buddha in front of my home. I placed a sign on it that read All Lives. All lives matter. That’s not my truth; it’s simply the truth. I don’t care if it’s considered hate speech by a confused world. 

It’s ironic that my statue and the words I placed on it still stand. But every single BLM sign that littered my neighborhood is gone. Every single one. 

Please follow the link below for a deeper analysis of BLM and its sorcery.