5 Ways of How the Death of Mike Brown Changed My Life

Living in St. Louis, MO, I cannot ignore what’s going on in my community. Even in my culture as an African American woman. But I decided to share how the tragic death of Mike Brown changed me and opened my eyes to what’s around us.

5. That we as African Americans/Blacks need to respect one another more. I’ll admit, I’ve been accustom to wearing this shell that screams “Don’t talk to me.”


But we can’t do that to one another. So instead of making one another feel like she/he’s not allowed to speak to me, I smile. Now I understand why some of the the older generation African Americans acknowledge each other as brother and sister. We have to unite instead of competing!


4. Having to explain to my African American 8 year old the issue of police brutality, inequality and how powerful his brown skin is. Children see things so pure. Unfortunately it seems we have to mature them earlier than expected because of how corrupt the world is. But sitting with him explaining how things may happen in his future and how to respect authority more than his friends of other races, was not an expected conversation in his childhood.


3. I need to watch the news. I hate the news. Bad news anyway. But living with rose colored glasses isn’t the best. If tragedies like this were swept away, it’d continue to happen and it’ll look like we don’t care for one another.

2. Corporate America isn’t ready for conversations like this tragedy. And honestly it may not be the best conversation to have at the water cooler. Although realize everyone may have different opinions. I learned that if I feel the need to speak on it, to remain calm, respectful, open minded and genuine. So when I speak on it, others will know why it’s so heavy on my heart but they’ll also see that it won’t effect my performance in the workplace.

1. People actually thought racism was over. Regardless if Brown’s death was a result of a racist cop or not, the tragedy ultimately exposed what racism is still around us from others. Instead of entertaining it with anger and sarcasm, let’s band together as different races and actually do things together. Let’s join forces in the business aspect. Let’s break barriers. ❤️

The tragedy ignited a flame in me to want to do something. I did a little bit but I still want to help. There are plenty of organizations formed in the community. Now is the time to put in work. Realize the talents you have, bring those talents to the forefront!Police brutality isn’t new. Racism isn’t new. But society is lost and hurting. I never read so many comments from people doubting God. Doubting prayer. Yes, faith without works is dead. But we don’t know the result. God knows. He knows how the story will end. So you just focus on how you play a part. Will you be a active voice? Will you exude positivity? Be careful on how you react and speak on the topic as well. Words are powerful. If you scream doubt into the atmosphere, that is what you’re feeding your community. We are hungry. Feed us peace. Feed us hope. Feed us unity.


Justice is being served. People are being delivered from dark places in their lives as a result of this. Slowly but surely, people are coming together.

I never thought someone who I didn’t know could affect me so. Until I looked at my son.


Prayers for Mike’s family.

Prayers for St. Louis.

Prayers for this corrupt world.


3 thoughts on “5 Ways of How the Death of Mike Brown Changed My Life

  1. Samuel Word says:

    Believe it or not, it’s a wonderful time to be beautiful and black in Missouri.
    There has been pot steaming for over fifty years (my life time). There was no admittance into the Fox Theatre, the restaurants and stores that lined Washington Ave. in downtown St. Louis. The beloved St. Louis Cardinals sat black people behind a fence in right field, and spat on our hero Jackie Robinson. All Star Curt Flood was shut out of Cardinal baseball history for filing suit against major league baseball and the St. Louis Hawks of the NBA moved to Atlanta because they refused to draft a black man. ( Bill Russell stated that he would never play in St. Louis because of the way Black people were treated) And finally M.L.King Dr. (once known as Easton Ave.) was the center of black owned businesses (tailors, restaurants, drug stores, fresh food, and entertainment)

    Now fast forward into the new century, the racism still continues. Hangman nooses, racial slurs, and discrimination still occurs at Ol’ Mizzou. But as long as we can run a football, make a jumpshot, and set record times in the 100 yard dash then we are welcome at the Missouri universities. Let’s not mention the federal funds you get by having so many minorities on campus, a trick that St. Louis County picked up on when the Parkway School District grew by leaps and bounds. Deseg destroyed St. Louis City and it’s public school system, when there is no tax base a city has way of survival. Lay-offs, lack of police, city blocks with empty lots and homes that are boarded up. But yet our city fathers/government state we have no race problem in St. Louis. Oh, is it because they’re not welcomed where we live, or where we dine, or where our kids go to school unless (refer to above SPORTS). And we can attend Blues and Cardinal games, leave intoxicated and drive down 64/40 at 70-80 mph to our secure subdivisions and homes, while there are constant speed traps on I-70. Oh, guess what race of people live in that area.
    Social media has blown a lid off of Ol’ Mizzou and Missouri..Now it is time for the beautiful black people to unify, take a stand and band together..Remember power will only relent to power, and our power is in our voice and our dollars…

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