The Musings of Jaime David
The Musings of Jaime David
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The writings of some random dude on the internet

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Tag: Black Lives Matter

  • Musing Mondays #2: The Inverse Mirror of 2020 and 2025

    Musing Mondays #2: The Inverse Mirror of 2020 and 2025

    2020 and 2025—two years that, at first glance, seem worlds apart. Yet, in a strange twist of fate, they might just be reflections of each other. As I sat with the thought, I couldn’t help but think about how these years, separated by just five years, are eerily similar and equally inverted. The connection hit me, not as a formal analysis, but more as a fleeting thought sparked by my friend Dazzling1’s YouTube video, “2025 Mirroring 2020.”

    Just the title of the video got me thinking, even before I watched it. There’s something about the way history moves in these odd loops. These five years have unfolded in a way that feels both familiar and different, a delicate balance between repetition and stark contrast.

    2020: A Year of Uncertainty and Change

    The year 2020 was defined by the chaos of a world caught in the grips of a pandemic, political unrest, and a rising global conversation about racial justice. It was a year of confrontations, both literal and metaphorical, with political figures like Trump leading the way and social movements like Black Lives Matter pushing society to confront its longstanding issues. The murder of George Floyd became a rallying cry for justice and reform. It was a year that shook the world, but also set the stage for a long, grueling fight for change.

    2025: The Opposite, Yet Same

    Fast forward five years, and we find ourselves in a somewhat inverted reality. The pandemic’s grip is still felt, but it no longer dominates the headlines as it once did. We now face different struggles, albeit with some of the same players—politically, socially, and culturally. The second term of Donald Trump marks the beginning of 2025, which is both a return to the past and a reversal of everything that followed his first term. The political winds have shifted, but the same storm is brewing.

    And here’s where the inversion feels most potent: In 2020, the country rallied around justice for George Floyd, a victim of systemic violence. In 2025, we see a curious parallel in the case of Luigi Mangione, who killed a man, yet the voices now rallying seem to support the killer. It’s as if the moral compass of society has shifted, flipping the narrative entirely. The outcry has become a strange inversion of the outrage we saw in 2020.

    Unpacking the Inversion

    It’s not just these two examples that make 2025 feel like a twisted reflection of 2020. There are other parallels, too—moments where the future feels like it’s retracing the steps of the past, yet with a darkened, distorted lens. The unrest that began with one set of ideals in 2020 has somehow flipped into its own reflection, where the same voices are now saying entirely different things.

    These kinds of reflections in history aren’t new. Time, like a mirror, often distorts the view, revealing a version of reality that seems both familiar and unrecognizable. But what makes this moment particularly striking is how fast it has all happened—how quickly the pendulum has swung from one extreme to the other.

    Final Thoughts

    As we move through 2025, it’s hard not to look back at 2020 and feel the weight of its lessons. We’re still in the aftermath of those years, trying to make sense of what we lived through, and perhaps more importantly, what we’re living through now. The inversion of these two years feels like an odd reminder that history doesn’t always move forward in a straight line. Sometimes, it loops back on itself, but with a twisted, unexpected twist.

    As for me, I find myself pondering where this reflection will lead next. What will 2030 look like in the mirror? Only time will tell, but for now, it’s interesting to pause and look at how 2025 is, in many ways, a distorted echo of 2020—a reminder that time, like everything else, is in constant flux.

  • Slam Sunday: Post 1 – “No Right to Remain”

    Slam Sunday: Post 1 – “No Right to Remain”

    They called it law, I called it fear,
    When silence cuffed my right to cheer.
    In courtrooms red and paper blue,
    The gavel dropped, but justice flew.

    They frisked the truth with latex gloves,
    Then filed it under “push and shove.”
    The headlines scream “he had a gun,”
    But all he held was breath and sun.

    This system’s armored, bullet-vested,
    But human hearts were never tested.
    Now protest songs beat like a drum,
    For every mouth they try to numb.

    I won’t be still. I won’t behave.
    There’s no reform inside a grave.

  • #JusticeForJacobBlake

    #JusticeForJacobBlake

    In the city of Kenosha,

    There was a father

    Who was shot by the police

    In front of his own children.

    He is now bedridden,

    Paralyzed from the waist down.

    People thought he wouldn’t survive his nightmarish encounter.

    He was lucky to be alive. Doctors said it was a miracle.

    For a couple of days after, his situation was critical.

    Thankfully, now, his condition’s now stable.

    His name is Jacob Blake,

    And he deserves justice!

  • Pacifism

    Pacifism

    It hurts a lot inside us

    When we see so much violence.

    Peace is what we want most,

    But that cannot happen when there exists systemic oppression.

    We don’t want people hurt, to suffer or die.

    We don’t want people to lose their lives.

    We value human life. We see the good and potential that people have inside.

    We want people to be free, be happy, and be caring.

    We want people to live life without fear of being victims of cruelty.

    We want to live in a world where no one hurts one another and where we all treat each other like sisters and brothers.

    We’d all care for each other. We’d all be like family.

    How will we get there? I have no idea.

    Are there peaceful solutions? I hope that there are.

    In fact, I believe that there are.

    One thing’s for sure; I am a pacifist.

    I’m against using violence.

    I don’t want to hurt others.

    I care a lot about people.

    Hurting them, to me, is evil.

  • Black Lives Matter

    Black Lives Matter

    Here is some artwork I made. It is of the Black Lives Matter fist.

    Now, I don’t really have a poem to along with my artwork, so instead, I will include this Black Lives Matter poem that I really liked. Enjoy!

    “The American Dream” by Marri

    Let me tell y’all something:
    The white man don’t care about our suffering.
    The privilege is too bright to see us.

    The white man don’t care about us.
    The white man wants to see us get shot,
    The white man wants to see us wither and perish.

    But who built America on their backs,
    Bare handed, and
    Whipped into submission?

    We did.

    We will take back America.
    We will take back our streets,
    Paved with the blood and tears of our people.
    This is our America.

    Not whitewashed and stained red with racism.

    This is your America.
    Where when we say, “Stop! Don’t shoot!”
    You shoot anyways.

    This is your America.
    Where when we say, “I can’t breathe.“
    You continue to suffocate us.

    This is your America.
    Where when we say, “Help.”
    You continue to let us suffer.

    This is your America.
    Where the president calls us thugs,
    And threatens to shoot us and our freedom.

    This is not my America.

    This is your America.
    Where you shoot us for having cell phones.
    Where you terrorize our sons and daughters.
    Where you **** us for being black.

    Who gonna protect us?
    Not cops drunk on their own power and superiority.
    Not the president blinded by racism.
    Not our white “allies” who stand by and watch us burn.

    But if we burn,
    You burn with us.

    If you **** us,
    You die with us
    .

    We tried peace,
    We tried awareness,

    But we always end up with violence.

    We’re scared,
    But who can blame us?

    You’re killing us with your American Dream,
    You’re murdering us with your American Dream,
    You’re suffocating us with your American Dream.

    This is your America—
    Not mine.

    We will take back America.
    We will take back our freedom
    Or we will die trying.
    And that is the American Dream.

    https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3881378/the-american-dream/

  • No Justice No Peace — Daniela Elana

    No Justice No Peace — Daniela Elana

    I’m honestly despondent about everything going on. It seemed since the death of Trayvon Martin in 2012, there’s always something like this, now with the blatant seven minute murder of George Floyd on camera. Similar to a pot that boiled over, enough is enough. It all angers me. Growing up, it was the colorblind era. […]

    No Justice No Peace — Daniela Elana