Black Lives Matter.

As a teen, I made friends with some inner city boys. I met them at church. They attended a camp that was supported by my church. Most of them had gotten in trouble with the law, and the camp was their only option aside from juvenile detention.

I loved these friends. They were fun, crazy, and had wonderful personalities. Most people might’ve noticed, but I didn’t. The majority were black.

Black Lives Matter.

As I got to know them more, they would talk of their mother, and how she was happy to have them in a good environment now. Most of them didn’t know their dad.

They would get into fights sometimes, over trivial things. If they talked in church, and they were asked to stop, sometimes things would get violent. To this day I don’t understand why. They were just asked to stay quiet till it was over.

Black Lives Matter.

Time has gone by and I look on their lives. I find one in a good Bible college, with a beautiful fiancee. I find another working hard at his job to support his son. But unfortunately, that’s where the good endings stop. Most were in prison, or doing drugs, or their family life was far from normal.

Black Lives Matter.

This statement is true. Most people would blame the system for their downfall. After getting to know them and discovering their past, I see one common denominator: No father taught them how to be men.

“It’s their culture” People tell me. “We can’t discriminate another’s culture.”

To that I disagree. It’s why we don’t have cannibals, or child sacrifices to sun gods. It was their culture too. But it harmed and didn’t improve society.

Black Lives Matter.

We need more fathers to take up responsibility. Most problems in society statistically derive from the absence of a father in the home. Black families will thrive w a whole family, not a broken one.

Black Lives Matter. Black Families Matter. Black Children Matter. Let’s train and be better.