Gill Scott Heron had me thinking this evening about being Black in North America. He raises a good question, who will pay reparations on my soul, on the soul of millions of Black people sold into slavery, on the souls of hundreds of thousands, if not millions of Black men and women trapped inside the prison industrial complex, on the souls of children lied to, told they are inferior, undereducated and then confronted by hostile job markets, on the souls of every Black person asked to repeatedly prove racism still exists, even as they wake to face it each day. Who pays the reparations, which can be no less than a healing peace (from what I can tell).
Jesus through incomprehensible love?
Ourselves through persistent self-love and self-care?
Others through kindness and compassion?
....and if not a healing peace, what are adequate reparations for one's soul?