August 10, 2019
It’s Super Shout-Out Saturday!
I want to give a Super Shout-Out to Medical Examiners. Recently, I met a medical examiner who had major concerns for black men and black children. We had a wonderful conversation about a few things and the Medical examiner did not know that I’m an ATL blogger.
This Medical Examiner has two absolutely handsome black boys and stated how one child watches the news everyday. When I saw them, they gave me loving hugs and that made me feel so good inside. They were so respectful and well mannered and dressed real nice.
One day, the medical examiner’s son came into contact with an officer and was terrified. The officer was being very friendly but the medical examiner told the officer that he watches the heartbreaking outcomes of blacks men and black children killed and treated with ridicule by officers and those of the opposite race.
I was extremely sadden to hear about a black child enduring mental stressors everyday. It’s true and so unfair. This affects children in an awful way and no one seems to care. Their are no firm solutions to resolve this torment in the USA or in Georgia.
That’s when the medical examiner disclosed their profession to me and how troubling it is to see only black men Dead on Arrival with gun shot wounds to their head and torso. At least 10 black men DOA daily in the county that this person works in.
The medical examiner stated that the numbers of black men DOA increases to around 30 when it gets hot. Not one white person DOA comes through with gun shot wounds to the head and or torso.
I believe that God allowed me to be right there for that Medical Examiner to vent and for me to know how and what to honestly pray for. My eyes kept filling with tears. I made many attempts to keep my eyes dry. I tried my best not to cry in front of the medical examiner that I did not know.
I was totally heartbroken because the numbers are staggering which left me in disbelief. These black men were once someone’s son, father, brother, uncle, cousin, friend or co-worker. The horrific pain of losing a loved one is extremely hard to bear for anyone going through. And their are so many other points to reflect on.
This situation caused me to realize that I’m currently raising a black child with his black father. I care about their lives, my life and those of others. I’m black with a black family. I have black friends and at one time black colleagues.
I’m extremely grateful that I was there just to listen and pray. When I left the medical examiner, I cried profusely, knowing this affected my emotions too but the medical examiner did not know.
I’ve often asked God, what am I going to blog then real life stories begin to appear. My question is how can we change this narrative? Why God? This is my plea…HELP!!! I don’t have any answers but I do have a heart that cares. I learned so much about this medical examiner and hope and pray that things change.
Sometimes people don’t want a response, they just want you to listen. On that day, I did just that and listened and I honestly prayed too. I don’t know what the heck is going on but those numbers of black men DOA are ridiculous. Have you ever just listened to a person without giving a response? I want to read your comments.
Have a Bodacious and Miraculous Day!
