So I wanted to do a different post today; something that was focused on winning the war and not the battle. Or something positive and inspirational for all my fathers, brothers, sons and nephews back home. But I woke up this morning with a different feeling, a feeling of anger, stress, frustration, anxiety, worry and exhaustion. The verdict is in as we can all see as they prepare the city for the anticipated violence and destruction; violence and destruction that wouldn’t happen if justice was served.

Gun sales are up. The city is calm as if a monstrous storm was heading its way. My Auntie told me that she felt in her spirit that things weren’t going to be right weeks ago. And now, more than likely, by the end of the weekend we will know that it’s okay to take another young black man’s life. So what am…