hero.

he·ro

/ˈhirō/

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noun

1. 1. 

   a person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities.

   
   

   
   

   
   

   We all have heroes. Whether they be family members, like our mothers, or people we have never even met before. 

   
   

   This year has been so hard, for so many different reasons. And instead of getting better, it just seems it is just getting worse and worse.

   
   

   Last night, the news came of Chadwick Boseman’s death. If you don’t know who that is, he is the King of Wakanda. Fictionally speaking. 

   
   

   He was the black man that became the glue of the MCU back in 2016 when he first appeared in Captain America: Civil War. He became an idol for black children across the globe, in reality black people across the globe. And that includes me. 

   
   

   He touched so many people in so many ways, throughout his career and even before. It became a running joke between my cousin and I that we would eventually meet him and Chris Evans, and he would be her husband after I married Evans. 

   
   

   His name was becoming one that many households knew. One after another, movie after movie, you knew him one way or another.

   
   

   Earlier this year, Kobe Bryant was killed, alongside his daughter. And the death of Boseman hit hard, just as theirs. And while everyone is feeling it, Black people have just been hit harder. 

   
   

   Between the deaths of these heroes, black people have had to deal with the deaths of more innocent people, which caused the Black Lives Matter Movement that we had earlier.

   
   

   If you don’t care about it or my opinion, please don’t hesitate to leave this post. Because I am Black, and proud of it.

   
   

   I don’t understand how people can stand behind the pro-life movement, but support the murders of innocent people- because of the color of their skin. Make it make sense?? And the fact that two people can commit the same “crime” but get two drastically different sentences- guess what- based on the color of their skin. 

   
   

   You can change your actions. You can change your opinions. But one thing you can’t change, is the color of your skin. And people shouldn’t have to, because there are people out there who are “scared” because of it? And riddle me this, why are you scared? What have we done that has made people afraid? Or is it the fact that our ancestors overcame all of the trials and tribulations, and people are afraid we want revenge?
   

   Because we don’t. We want peace. We want freedom. True Freedom. And to just be looked at as equals. Because we still deal with racial inequality. We still deal with people paying us different because of the way we look. Or simply not even getting the job because of the way our hair is, as it “distracts” people. 

   
   

   Now I understand that this year has been increasingly difficult for evreyone- we have gone through a pandemic for heavens sake. But when innocent people are being killed, losing a hero, having to protest for basic human rights pile on top of that? It just is something that no one should have to deal with.

   
   

   Again, these are my personal opinions that I’m sure that others that look like me agree with. And I know for a fact that there are other countries and other races out there that are dealing with their own versions of this same struggle. And to those people, I am so sorry. I know you are tired. I am too. But we have to keep going, keep protesting, keep making noise until we are heard. 

   
   

   And to Chadwick, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for everything you have done, whether it be a role, or an organization you’ve donated or been a part of. Thank you for showing us that people that look like us can make it to where you are. That Black People stand a chance against this world. I hope you know how many people you have touched, and blessed, and given hope too. Thank you.

   
   

   
   

   Rest in Love King.