I’M NEVER FLYING UNITED AGAIN!

Words cannot describe my fury….my anger.  I’ll never fly this shitty airline again.  The utter horror at what unfolded in Chicago just to make things easier for some United employees under the guise of some bullshit random drawing is the kind of crap you’d obviously here from Trump’s America.  I hope this dude sues the shit out of them.  I hope he gets so much cash that he’ll burn it in front of United’s HQ.  I hope United’s stock crashes and that picket signs are unfurled all over the runways.  I hope that guy who got put on leave gets reprimanded to high hell and I hope United think twice before they screw over folks for peanuts in such a detestable manner.

But United are a horrible, capitalistic enterprise that only gives a damn about the bottom line.  Just like a lot of other companies in the Land of the Free (TM).  I’m looking at you Wells-Fargo.  I’m looking at you BOA Robocaller 3000.  United won’t care.  United will try to sweep this under the rug, but I’m wishing AND HOPING that it’s gonna rise right up and give this awful airline a nice kick in the ass.

What if this guy was my Dad, or my Grandpa?  What if this guy was your relative, or a friend, or maybe even the Doctor you depend on for your care in Louisville?

He doesn’t deserve this United.  Nobody does.

My City Screams

little tyshawn

It’s very hard for me to write coherently at this moment about the violence that has plagued Chicago since I left 9 years ago because frankly, I get choked up.  I really do.

From Tyshawn Lee to Laquan McDonald, the violence that erupts when one pulls the trigger, be it a monstrous criminal or officer, is irrevocable.  When I heard the words “9 year old” or “cover-up,” it gets my blood boiling.  It makes me want to see heads roll.  It makes me despair.  I left my beautiful city 9 years ago, and despite all the faces I see in Facebook living it up as transplants, it distracts me from what’s really happening on the ground level, where bodies are strewn about as they drown in their own blood.  Black bodies of people who should be dreaming, hoping and striving, not dying.

I get angry when I hear the words “Rahm” and “CPD”.  Do I want him out of office?  YES!  Do I want someone to pay?  HELL YES!  But I also want people the city can trust.  People we can still look up to.  People who we know can protect and love us without herding Chicagoans (mind you, BLACK CHICAGOANS SPECIFICALLY) around like sheep behind blue fences because there are wars happening.  Wars that erupt over trifles that cost us our little ones.  Little ones who could one day bring us all out of the darkness.

So to all those out on the streets, I stand with you.  To all those holding signs, I shout with you.  To all those deep in sadness, I weep with you.  And to all of those who are wishing for a more peaceful Chicago, I dream with you.