Dear Chris,
I can start by telling you who my audience is not.
It is NOT you.
It is NOT the pundit class that rarely leaves the safety of its Georgetown cocktail parties.
It is NOT the chattering class who gets paid to pretend it knows the mind of the American people.
It is NOT for anyone who looks at everything through the lens of politics.
The people I am talking to are tired of the bullshit.
The people I want to speak with are the 50 million Americans still sick and suffering. The families fighting for the lives of the those they love.
Whether they are people living in the shame and fear of being canceled, or consumed by grief after the loss of someone they love, they are just looking for a slight glimmer of hope that they too can get back up again.
My audience is the people who feel unheard, unseen, and uninvited, just like me.
My audience also includes my perceived enemies, those pitted against me by you and your colleagues in the media. I want to meet them where they are and help build a bridge. A bridge built of that which connects all of us. That’s where we begin to actually heal.
And it’s not as if my intent is difficult to understand or discern. Just read and listen to what I have said on this platform, and the 18+ hours of unscripted pod casts I have done.
I think your shock as to why anyone would care says far more about you than it does about me. Take a look at the comments to your post.
And I also know this: people are tired of the bullshit. They’re tired of you and the chattering classes’ obsession with my family as Rome burns.
So instead of wondering why people care about what I have to say, Chris, maybe you should concern yourself with why no one cares anymore about what you and everyone you represent has to say.
To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis:
Show us your laptop.
Show us your iCloud.
Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation.
You won’t.
You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out.
That is not who we are.
My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count.
For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame.
I no longer believe that.
Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us.
And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts.
That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena.
Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next.
Life does not determine our character. It reveals it.
Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next?
We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day.
So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop.
You won’t.
The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing.
That is the only definition that matters.
“If you do not vote, you have sold us out. If you sit at home talking about neither party is doing anything for you, you’ve betrayed us. Every time you sit silently and won’t use your voice or your vote, you have enabled evil”
~Dr. Howard-John Wesley
Alfred Street Baptist Church
The NAACP is urging Black athletes and fans to “withhold athletic and financial support” from public universities in states that “have moved to limit, weaken or erase Black voting representation”
If you are 18-39, PAY ATTENTION! Y’all are a larger group than baby boomers and Gen Xers. Y’all complain about older people in politics. But look at what Georgia NAACP President Gerald Griggs posted. Of the 696,353 people that have voted early in Georgia, only 9.8% are 18-39. That is abysmal. You can’t change the system if you never show up at the ballot box. Expressing anger on Threads, IG, TikTok, Twitter and Snapchat ain’t it. Let’s go 18-39 folks!
What happened in the State of Tennessee was the largest and swiftest disenfranchisement of Black people that we've seen in at least a century.
It's on all of us to organize, mobilize, and participate in bigger numbers than their maps account for.
Everyone needs to watch @Justinjpearson's floor speech from the TN State House.
"Today, you will take the only Black-majority district from us. But I want you to know: No matter what you do, no matter how much you try to break us & make us bend & quit — we will still be here."
And this is why Black people should be:
1. Left the fuck alone
2. Not attacked by weird ass leftists. We’ve always known the assignment. Y’all are still trying to figure it out.
2. Left the fuck alone.
⚡️ HAPPENING NOW — “THE DISTRICTS MAY NOT BE CHANGED BETWEEN APPORTIONMENTS….”
Tennesseans are reading the law Republicans are breaking to steal representation from Memphis out loud before rules committee
A federal judge just blocked Gov. Jeff Landry from stopping Calvin Duncan from taking office as Clerk of Criminal District Court.
At midnight, @calvin4clerk officially becomes Clerk.
Congratulations, Black man. The fight continues.
Black people in America need to be registered to vote, all of us. Full Fk’n Stop.
In states like Georgia, Maryland, Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama, turning to vote can shift outcomes in House, Senate, and gubernatorial races.
Look at Georgia. About 3.5 million Black residents live here. Roughly 2.5 million of us are eligible to vote, yet only around 1.4 million of us actually do. That leaves between 900,000 and 1.1 million eligible Black voters not participating.
Now compare that to the margins of the last two Ga: governor’s races. In 2018, the race was decided by about 54,000 votes. In 2022, about 191,000 votes. The number of eligible Black voters not participating is between 7 and 10x larger than those margins.
This isn’t about theory, it’s about MATH. If we show up consistently, outcomes change. The shift starts with registration, and it is sustained by turnout.
Register and VOTE.