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Just Heart ©️

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Good morning, Cicely.

There are some journeys we take alone. Not by choice, but by storm. Life has a funny way of rerouting the road just when you think you know the map. And suddenly, you’re not the person you thought you were going to be.

You’re not the golden boy anymore.

Not the rising star.

Not the dreamer with the straight path and the perfect arc.

You’re something else entirely.

You’re someone who went through it. And I mean really went through it.

I’ve spent time in places people whisper about—psych wards, jail cells, corners of the mind where the lights flicker and nothing makes sense. I’ve lost years to silence, confusion, and pain. I’ve watched dreams get shattered like glass on stone, and had to pick up the pieces with shaking hands.

There were nights no one called. Days no one knew where I was. Times even I didn’t know who I was.

And still… somehow… I’m here.

My family didn’t always understand. How could they? Mental illness doesn’t come with instructions. It doesn’t wear a name tag. It doesn’t sit politely in the corner. But even in the dark, they loved me. Fiercely. Imperfectly. Consistently. And I owe them everything.

There was a love once—a young one. One of those first-flame, heart-open, foolish-and-forever kind of things. I let it slip away. Maybe I ran. Maybe I wasn’t ready. Maybe I didn’t believe I deserved it. And I’ve never found that kind of depth again. That’s a ghost I carry. Not with bitterness, just with a quiet what if.

I never had children. And maybe I never will. That used to haunt me. But lately… I’ve started to see things differently.

Because while I may not be a father, I’ve become something else. Something I never thought I could be.

I’ve become me.

Not the broken version.

Not the could’ve-been.

Just me.

Someone I trust.

Someone I’m proud to carry through this world.

This is Chris in the Morning—KBHR 570 AM—and if you’re listening, and you’ve been through the long night… just know there’s still morning. There’s still music. There’s still time.

And sometimes, surviving becomes your greatest work.

How Black Privilege Became the New Plantation ©️

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If a black individual complains about “white privilege”—claiming it is unjust, corrosive, and demoralizing—and then turns around and belittles others using their own “black privilege”, they are not fighting for equality.

They are fighting for the right to play the same sick game they claimed to despise.

It is not about justice for them.

It is not about dignity.

It is not about repairing history.

It is about trading places with the old master, not ending the plantation.

When someone claims that “white privilege” is wrong because it elevates some by birthright and excludes others by blood, they are standing on moral ground.

But the moment they use “black privilege” as a weapon to belittle, dominate, or shame others, they abandon the high ground.

They become the very force they said they hated.

Privilege is not evil because of the color attached to it.

Privilege is evil when it creates a world where worth is determined by ancestry instead of character.

Thus:

If you complain about privilege and then wield your own racial privilege as a sword, you were never seeking equality.

You were seeking advantage.

You were never against injustice.

You were against not having the whip in your hand.

You cannot build a better world by flipping the chains from one neck to another.

You cannot heal old wounds by creating new ones.

If you truly believe privilege by birth is wrong, then it is wrong no matter whose hand holds it.

Anything else is hypocrisy in blackface.

And it is cowardice of the highest order—because it demands the crown without the burden, the applause without the responsibility, the victory without the price.

Final line kill shot:

If you hated white privilege for how it crushed you, but now you love black privilege for how it lifts you, then you never hated injustice—you just hated losing.