“The Passion of Judge Tracie Hunter”

The inscription above her head tauntingly read        ‘She cares about the children’

Each morning except on occasion, 7 days a week, I get up at  4:45 am, put on a pot of coffee and turn on my laptop. If it’s a work day, I write from about 5-6 am.  


If not a work day, it’s not uncommon for me to write the entire day, give or take the essential things that must be done. 


Why, am I telling you this? I’m telling you this because for the most part, except when on occasion, “I’m on some other shit,” I take my writing, love and commitment to the community very seriously. 


I realize that words are powerful, that they deserve a great deal of respect.  These words that I have written today reflect the heaviness of my heart.

Since Judge Tracie Hunter was indicted about 16 days ago, I have been in mourning.

§  Over the death of the future of our children and the certainty of a school to prison pipeline

§  Over the death of democracy in Hamilton County

§  Over the temporarily torture and death of Judge Hunter’s reputation

§  Over the death of fair and balanced media coverage

§  Over the death of the criminal justice system

§  Over the death of the mostly silent Democratic party

§  Over the death of the silence of so-called Christians

§  Over the death of power of anyone except the disgustingly brutal brutes in the Hamilton County Republican Party

Last week I wrote that what was happening to the Honorable Judge Tracie Hunter felt like a 21stcentury high tech lynching.

I stand corrected.


The Honorable Judge Hunter is being crucified.

As this saga continues to unfold my tears continue to flow, and my heart gets heavier.  I find myself struggling to understand the why, why is this happening? Why does it hurt so badly?  I would describe my relationship with Judge Hunter as friendly.  From the bottom of my heart, I believe that she is “good people.”  I would put her sanity up against any brute in Cincinnati.

Bullshit like this doesn’t happen to good people.  This situation makes me so angry that if I had the tendencies of a 21-year freckled face, red hair boy who grew up with guns – I might do something terrible.

Thankfully, I am a mature and mostly sane woman raised by a wonderful and beloved grandmother who was a devout Christian of about 40 years. She passed away and never got to see the first African-American president elected – and thankfully she isn’t alive to see the first African-American woman (juvenile court judge) get crucified.

I challenge any of you – real or fake Christian - to DENY that Judge Hunter has been beaten, punched, spit upon, whipped, tortured and she has been NAILED TO A CROSS. I challenge any of you to deny the repugnant details of this modern day crucifixion.

“My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as your will.”
 

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 Comments from insightful blog reader:  
DEMOCRACY being crucified. The ideas and thoughts at make this country great and which form the basis for our U.S. and State Constitutions. What's CRUCIFIED? The PEOPLE's right to vote and to have that VOTE counted without further political manipulation is the REAL issue.

cc: National Action Network Rev. Al Sharpton
cc:  NAACP


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