A WAR?!!!

I stood my black ass in the rain for 45 minutes. I checked the box. I did my part. I was part of that 92%—the collective of Black women who saw the writing on the wall, written in bold, blood-red ink, while the rest of the country was playing footsie with chaos. And now? Now I’m looking at the news, looking at my refrigerator, looking at my children, and I’m asking the heavens: A war?!

I’m not surprised. Well, let me take that back! I was surprised to wake up and find out that all of a sudden, we're at war and not an impeachment session for the Epstein files... but I digress. I’ve got the kind of haughtiness that only comes from being right and wishing to God I wasn't. We told y’all. We screamed it from the rafters. You wanted "change." You wanted to "Make America Great Again." Well, congratulations—the system is shaking so hard the foundations are cracking, and we’re the ones expected to hold up the ceiling.

This administration handles human life like it’s loose change found in a sofa cushion. They are reckless, they are arrogant, and they are fundamentally careless. Whether it’s the families they’re destabilizing right here on our soil or the souls they’re willing to sacrifice in some ego-driven conflict abroad—it’s all the same.

It’s domestic terrorism with a polished lapel pin. When you intentionally strip away the safety nets of the vulnerable, when you incite fear in the hearts of your own citizens, and when you poke the hornet’s nest of global conflict just to prove you’ve got the biggest stick? That is terror. They are gambling with lives they never bothered to understand. They don't see the mother in the grocery store trying to stretch a twenty; they don't see the soldier who’s just a boy to his mama. They only see "stats" and "strategy."

I’m beyond disappointed. I’m at that level of "Extended Disappointment" where the sigh starts in my toes and ends in a prayer for vengeance. We voted for Kamala because we knew that seasoned, educated, and responsible leadership wasn't just a preference—it was a survival tactic. We knew that putting a wrecking ball in charge of a glass house was a recipe for shards in our feet.

And here we are. Dealing with an administration that treats the Geneva Convention like a suggestion and the Constitution like a napkin. They are playing a high-stakes game of Risk with our reality, and they’ve got the nerve to act like we’re the ones being "emotional" for wanting to stay alive.

Listen to me, and listen closely: We have been here before. They think they can break the spirit of a people who have survived Middle Passages, Jim Crow, and every "ism" the devil could invent. They think this current madness is the end of the story. It’s not. It’s just another raggedy chapter.

We are going to make it through this. Not because of the men in the high offices, but in spite of them. We will keep our heads up and our eyes on the calendar. Whether we see the satisfyng sight of an impeachment—watching them get kicked out of the house they’ve defiled—or whether we simply outlast them until the next ballot box, change is coming.

They can start a war, but they can't finish our resolve. We’re still here, we’re still voting, and we’re still the backbone of a country that doesn't deserve us. May God continue to bless us, and God bless America.