The bible says, there is a season and time for everything, every purpose under heaven.
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth? I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it. He hath made everything beautiful in his time: also, he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.
It is time for Black America to plant, to sow into our destiny, to sow into our future, into our legacy. Our time to plant is now, while the soil is moist. It’s time to sow the seeds that will reap a harvest. After 400yrs it is more than time enough for us as a community, as a people to leave the plantation mentality on the plantation and begin to decide that INDEED, we have something to lose. Our family, our future, our lives. If you don’t believe me, ask Trayvon Martin, Jordan Davis, Eric Garner, Shandra Bland, Breonna Taylor or George Floyd. But the problem is, you can’t ask them. Unfortunately, they didn’t realize that death was their reality.