My Mind Needs Time to Process
The first time I ever laid eyes on Jesse Jr., he was snug in his mother’s arms. Jackie was wearing a black suit with white trim. I’m not sure what caught his attention, but Jesse looked up and peered directly into my eyes. Debbie laughed and said, “That’s going to be your husband one day.”
To this day, I still laugh when I think about that moment until the day he made that very same statement from the podium at his father’s funeral. In that instant, memories started racing through my mind.
First, I thought about Kamala’s visit and his notable absence. Then my mind jumped to my run for Alderman. And just as quickly, everything stopped at the memory of Devonte’s murder. Some moments in life never really leave you they simply wait quietly in the background until something calls them forward again.
Right now, I am finally regaining my financial stability. I am moving forward with plans for my business and rebuilding the life I’ve been working toward. I’ve learned that I’m not interested in being seen just for the sake of being on camera. I deserve quality, not quantity substance, not spectacle.
Looking back, I’m thankful I did not return. There were simply too many open wounds that needed time and space to heal.
So if you will kindly excuse me, I have to be about my Father’s business.
I’ll close with this: regardless of how anyone feels, Jesse kindly asked that his father’s services not be made political. Yet somehow, even in a moment meant for respect and reflection, politics still found its way to the microphone. Moments like that remind us that people will often reveal exactly who they are, especially when the world is watching.
As for me, I’m choosing peace, purpose, and progress. And I would appreciate it if my name is kept out of conversations where it doesn’t belong.
Some questions in life remain unanswered, and some wounds take longer to heal. But one thing is certain: I’m focused on moving forward, standing in truth, and protecting what matters most.
Obama, don't play games with me...
