Today at Li’el in a Staccato Beat we welcome the phenomenal Abdual Bell back to guest write an article for the magazine!! Here is the awesome article, written personally by his hand, entitled, Love over Matter!
Love Over Matter
By Abdual Bell
Sometimes I wish I was dead. I’ll be okay, I guess, ’cause I’m lookin’ up. Lookin’ for something to fall, a desk, a couch, tv… my mom, maybe. –Precious
Allow me to introduce you to a sixteen-year-old “Beacon light of Hope” named Precious. Precious is an illiterate teen that has endured unthinkable hardship. Raped by her very own father, she gave birth to two children and an unpromising future. Having failed in her local school, Precious was sent to an alternative learning facility. Not only did she learn to read but also to live on her own. Falling victim to such oppositions as bullying and abuse, who knew that Precious would one day take her life back.
Although Precious is a fictional movie character many youth, African-Americans in particular, endure similar hardships. Unfortunately, some don’t see the “bright tunnel at the end of the road”; hence they surrender themselves to harsh statistics. According to the Bureau of Justice Statistics one in three black men can expect to go to prison in their lifetime and African-American women are the fastest growing incarcerated population. Shocking right? Well I have a solution. Don’t worry this solution won’t raise your taxes or even require all of your time, but it will save a misguided life. The solution is simply YOU. If we as a people learn to lend a hand to our fellow peers, without judgment or hesitation, I am totally convinced that our crime statistics will cease. I’m not asking you to lend food, money, or even your life but just pure unadulterated love!
On a more personal level, in August 2012 I experienced how uncaring our people can be. It was a sunny mid-afternoon in Downtown Atlanta, Georgia, applying for food stamps I sat in a small waiting room, anticipating my interview. Suddenly, a heavy-set black woman entered into the room and shouted “Abdual Bell!” “Yes ma’am” I responded anxiously. She then threw her head towards the door as if she were saying “come with me”, so I followed her. Now in her office she expressed the fact that I didn’t qualify for food stamps, being that I was a college student with no job. Eager to go home and get rest I noticed that I didn’t have two dollars and fifty cents to catch the train. Subsequently, I asked the older black woman nicely for the fare, before the question was even finished she interrupted me saying “No I don’t, go out there and pan handle”. My heart was broken. Being that she was an older black woman I expected her to have feelings for a young black man trying to make it, but she didn’t. I’m not saying that it was her obligation, but she could have at least expressed some concern. The woman just sent me away and asked me to beg for money. Later during that day I went to the train station and panhandled, it was the worst feeling ever, people walked pass me treating me like a drug addict and worst. Eventually I began to cry, only hoping someone would help. Finally a young woman, also African-American, gave me money to get home; she even gave me a hug.
In conclusion, if that woman did not help me, who knows what would have happened? To be honest I felt hopeless and nothing less than doubtful that night. But because of that one rescue,those same feelings were thrown away and exchanged for hope and prosperity. My questions to you are “Whose mind have you changed?”, “Who are you lending your love to?”, and lastly “Are you making a difference in the life of our youth?”…Think about it.
Can we thank Abdual for this wonderful reminder? If you were inspired by his words, please let him know by commenting on this article!