{"id":1470,"date":"2020-06-04T11:34:40","date_gmt":"2020-06-04T15:34:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/?p=1470"},"modified":"2020-06-04T11:34:40","modified_gmt":"2020-06-04T15:34:40","slug":"do-not-touch-my-beloved-child","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/do-not-touch-my-beloved-child\/","title":{"rendered":"Do Not Touch My Beloved Child"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/fear-mother-rage.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1471\" src=\"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/fear-mother-rage.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/fear-mother-rage.jpg 225w, http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/fear-mother-rage-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Things are different now. We live in the age of information technology. We have the visuals, as traumatic as they can be, that connect people who look like me to the immediacy of Black reality. \u00a0It is up close and personal and when George Floyd calls out for his mother my mother&#8217;s heart<br \/>\nfills with rage<br \/>\nbeats with anguish<br \/>\nis crushed by compassion<br \/>\ngreater than at any other time.<br \/>\nAnd that, my friends, doesn&#8217;t mean that I felt no rage or anguish or compassion before.<br \/>\nI marched with 20,000 in Forsyth County or with thousands on King day. Nor that I felt no anguish about health systems, economic systems, and justice systems that do not value Black lives.<\/p>\n<p>It has always been an evil to be resisted. Always a place where my heart ached. Always required my actions and words in response.<\/p>\n<p>But when I heard George Floyd call out for his mother I was filled with a power that screamed, &#8220;Do not hurt my child!&#8221;<br \/>\nThat horrific video called for a fight in ways never before plumbed.<br \/>\nIt became mine in ways I never before understood.<\/p>\n<p>Before that moment I was committed to struggles for justice. I was willing to put my self on the line from protest marches to confronting racism in conversations and institutions. My values, based on my understanding and experience of Godde, are justice based. I cannot love my neighbor as myself if I do not love you, love your life.<\/p>\n<p>But something changed. A child called out for his mother and I heard it.<br \/>\nAnd he was my child. Every mother&#8217;s child.<br \/>\nAnd my mother&#8217;s heart rages<br \/>\nnestled within the raging mother heart of Godde.<\/p>\n<p>And I am screaming to the world<br \/>\nto the entrenchment of systemic racism<br \/>\nto my neighbors<br \/>\nto my enemies<br \/>\nthat every Trayvon Marin<br \/>\nevery Anthony Hill<br \/>\nevery George Floyd<br \/>\nevery Breonna Taylor<br \/>\nwho dies at the hands\u00a0of racists-<br \/>\nis my child, too.<br \/>\nI scream from deep within the raging Mother heart of Godde:<br \/>\n&#8220;Do not touch my beloved child!&#8221;<\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Things are different now. We live in the age of information technology. 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