Saturday, April 4, 2026 — 7:02 p.m.
I had just finished a delivery at a liquor store.
I was coming out with my dolly when a young Black guy walked in at the same time.
No shirt.
Tattoos across his chest, back, arms, neck.
He saw me… and cut right in front of me like I didn’t exist.
Almost bumped into me.
No pause.
No awareness.
No respect for shared space.
Just ego moving forward.
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What bothered me wasn’t just the moment.
It was how fast it connected to something I’ve seen too often.
It’s what happens when behavior gets repeated, defended, and never corrected early.
Because when that happens long enough…
it becomes normal.
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A couple of years ago, I was on YouTube and came across a video about something called Black Wall Street.
I didn’t know what it was.
But the more I watched, the more it clicked.
It was the Greenwood District in Tulsa, Oklahoma, in the early 1900s.
A real Black community that was building something different.
They had their own businesses.
Their own banks.
Their own professionals.
Their own structure.
They weren’t just surviving.
They were building.
Living with a different trajectory.
More unified.
More disciplined.
More independent.
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Then in 1921, it was destroyed during the Tulsa Race Massacre.
That part matters.
But what hit me just as hard was this:
Before it was destroyed…
it existed.
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That means something.
It means a community can become more than struggle.
It can become structure.
Standards.
Responsibility.
Not loud pride.
Real pride.
The kind that comes from building something that actually works.
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Malcolm X hit me in a similar way.
Not the cleaned-up version.
The real one.
A man who was lost… reckless… angry…
and then changed.
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What stayed with me wasn’t just the change.
It was the discipline.
When a man finds his why…
everything else starts losing its hold.
The distractions.
The noise.
They start looking cheap.
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And then Mecca.
1964.
He travels, sees different people, different races…
and his view expands.
That mattered to me.
Because it showed me something simple:
Labels can organize people.
But they can also trap them.
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So I sit with that tension.
You still correct what’s wrong around you.
You don’t ignore behavior just to protect feelings.
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But at the same time…
you don’t worship the label either.
You build something stronger than it.
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Black Wall Street showed me what a community can build.
Malcolm X showed me what a man can become.
And both point to the same thing:
What gets protected becomes culture.
What gets corrected becomes strength.
What gets built with discipline becomes a future.
Reader question:
What do you think matters more in rebuilding a community: accountability, ownership, or purpose?
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