Understanding the language of the uprising. Back when the jury acquitted the police officers who brutally beat Rodney King. I was a young professional passport using woman. My life and family had afforded me many educational and cultural opportunities which afforded a rather comfortable lifestyle. Yet when the verdict was read I wanted to set it off. The idea that other Americans could watch that video and not see the sadistic racist criminal act I did hurt and angered me to my very core.
I didn’t set it off because I had other avenues toe to express my displeasure. And trust I did just that.
I also had an education that afforded perspective and vocabulary for my displeasure my rage.
This is how I understand the language of an uprising
Something brutal hits you so hard that all you have is rage.
A friend of mine punched a wall when he learned of the sudden death of his father who had been in remission.
Shock disbelief rage hurt.
There is no riot where there is no hope. And when that hope is shaken loose and thrown to the ground and stomped. Riot. Then uprising. The focus and faith come into play.