The Weight of Karma – A Mirror of Our Humanity

Karma is not the judgment of some distant God perched on a throne, tallying sins and virtues with heavenly ink. No... karma is colder than that, truer than that. It is not divine favoritism, but law. It is gravity on the soul, cause and effect written into the bloodstream of the universe. It has no eyes, yet it sees. It has no hands, yet it shapes. Karma is the echo that returns from every word we speak, every act we perform, every seed we plant in the soil of time.

And yet, within that law lies freedom. For we are not puppets dangling at the mercy of unseen strings. We choose, though our choices are shaped by the echoes of our past. Free will is the instrument, but history plays upon it. As James Baldwin would tell us, we cannot escape what came before; it stands in the room with us, shaping every gesture. Karma, then, is not simply mystical, it is historical. It is the living past, finding its way into the present, reminding us that nothing we do is ever lost.

There is a moral energy at work in the world. What we pour into it must return. Dr. King called it the "moral arc of the universe," bending toward justice, not by chance, but by law. For cruelty sows cruelty, and love sows love, even if the harvest comes long after the sowers have turned to dust. The hand that strikes cannot escape the wound it inflicts upon itself, just as the hand that lifts another cannot escape the blessing it receives in return.

Karma does not rush. It is patient as eternity. A whisper of kindness may ripple outward for generations, unseen but unstoppable. A lie may fester for decades before its rot bursts into the open. Like gravity, karma does not pause to ask whether you meant to fall... it simply ensures that what was set loose returns home. And this is why the ancients said: karma has no menu. You eat the meal you prepared, whether bitter or sweet. The universe does not keep debts; it balances the scales. Always.

But hear me now: this is not comfort for the oppressed to sit back and wait for cosmic revenge. That would be too easy, too cruel an evasion of responsibility. Karma is not an opiate to make injustice tolerable; it is a fire that insists on accountability. It does not promise that the wicked will collapse tomorrow, but it guarantees that no lie, no hatred, no violence can stand forever without turning upon its maker. Another way of saying, "Evil carries the seed of its own destruction."

And let us not pretend the examples are abstract. Look at a man like Charlie Kirk... a man who built his platform on venom, who sharpened his tongue on the bones of the vulnerable, who mistook cruelty for strength. He laughed at the marginalized and cloaked his hatred in the language of patriotism, but beneath the mask was only fear, only rot. And karma came for him; not from the heavens, but from the hand of another man, an assassin’s bullet finding his neck, just as it did Dr. King. But the irony was bitter: King fell as a prophet of love, Kirk as a merchant of contempt. Both silenced by the same wound, but their legacies could not stand further apart.

Yet even in death, the law does not rest. For when Kirk crossed into the spiritual realm, stripped of ego, stripped of applause, he saw himself... saw the wreckage of his words, the hatred he fed like a fire that consumed others and himself. His higher self, ashamed, demanded balance. And so, in another life, on another Earth, he will walk as the very thing he once despised: the poor, the dark, the outcast. He will taste the bitterness of his own contempt, not because God decrees it, but because truth demands it. Karma has no escape clause. The boomerang cannot help but return.

But let us be clear: karma is not vengeance. Its design is not to destroy, but to awaken. It is the mirror we cannot shatter, the teacher we cannot silence. Baldwin told us nothing can be changed until it is faced. King told us hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that. Karma tells us both truths at once: that what we have sown we must face, and that only love can change the harvest.

So we stand here, each of us authors of our own return. Every choice, every act, every word is a seed. The harvest may come tomorrow, or lifetimes hence, but it will come. The question is not whether the law works, but whether we will learn. Whether we will love. Whether we will rise. For karma is not just a mirror of consequence, it is a summons to become more than we have become.

The Unrepentant Sin of a Hateful Nation

Let’s cut through the delusion with the precision of truth: America is not broken...it was built this way. From the very foundation of this so-called democracy, hatred toward Black people has not only been consistent...it has been institutional. And the idea that this country will suddenly awaken to justice, to fairness, or to reparations is a fantasy peddled to pacify the oppressed while emboldening the oppressor. Malcolm X warned us that you can’t expect a system built to keep you down to suddenly lift you up. And yet, here we are...still asking for what we already earned, still voting like freedom’s just one election away, and still shocked that the same system that enslaved us refuses to save us.

America will not do a damn thing about a stolen election...not because it can’t, but because it doesn’t want to. Democracy in this country has always been selective, and white outrage only seems to surface when white comfort is disrupted. Suddenly, when economic anxiety, civil unrest, or global criticism shines too bright a light, they scramble for damage control...not justice.

Don’t be fooled: White America is not upset because of injustice...they're upset because they are now on the receiving end of a system they’ve long used as a weapon. It’s not empathy that fuels their rage...it’s discomfort. When Trump's regime began targeting people who looked like them, then and only then did they start to scream about tyranny, about lawlessness, about rights. But where was all this righteous fury when Black people were...and still are...being shot down in the streets, locked up in cages, and systemically robbed of generational wealth?

The truth is harsh, but it must be spoken without apology: America is the most hateful, racist nation in modern human history. The genocide of Native people, the transatlantic slave trade, Jim Crow, COINTELPRO, redlining, mass incarceration, police executions, economic warfare...these aren't footnotes; they are the chapters of this country’s legacy. And no amount of flags, national anthems, or revisionist textbooks can whitewash that reality.

We are told to vote in the midterms, to keep faith in a system that has never kept faith in us. But how long must we play their game while they keep changing the rules? How long must we settle for symbolic gestures while they hoard the wealth we built with our blood?

Reparations? Please. This country would rather collapse under the weight of its own hypocrisy than cut a check to the descendants of its crimes. They know exactly what they owe...and they refuse to pay because acknowledging our worth means acknowledging their debt, their guilt, and their lies.

Let’s stop pretending America just “lost its way.” It never had a moral compass...it had a whip, a Bible, and a bank. And while some believe the system can be reformed, the rest of us know the truth Malcolm X taught us: “You can’t have capitalism without racism.” This country has always bet on the exploitation of Black lives to sustain its power...and it always will, unless the people rise up and force its hand.

We must organize, we must educate, and we must radicalize...not just for votes, but for liberation. Because once Trump is gone, White America will go right back to their comfort zones, ignoring the pain, the struggle, and the righteous anger of the very people who’ve held this nation together through every storm.

We are not begging anymore. We are building. We are rising. We are remembering. And America will one day answer for its sins...whether through revolution, revelation, or reckoning.

My Lifelong Journey to Physical Fitness and Self-Motivation

A lack of motivation is what holds most people back from exercising at home or joining a gym. For the past four decades, I’ve used any negativity—words, energy, or actions directed toward me—as fuel for my journey. In 40 years of working out, I’ve never relied on a personal trainer or sought a workout partner. Exercising alone has always been my preference. My self-motivation took root at the age of 22, during a pivotal period of my life.

At the time, I was dating a woman named Sandra, who was more interested in my car—a brand-new Pontiac Trans Am—than in me. This became painfully clear when I totaled the car in a horrific head-on collision. While I was fortunate to survive, the other driver, who jumped the rail on the expressway, tragically did not. Within days of the accident, Sandra dumped me, confirming her superficiality. Not long before, I had joined my first gym and brought Sandra as a guest. I was new to bodybuilding and self-conscious about my skinny frame. During a workout session, she remarked, “Why don’t you go over there and work out with those buff guys? Maybe you’ll get big like them.” Her words stung deeply.

Rather than letting her comment demoralize me, I used it as motivation. Over the following years, I transformed my body, gaining muscle mass, tone, and definition. My confidence soared. I began to receive compliments from total strangers, even while wearing street clothes or business attire. These affirmations never inflated my ego, but they validated my efforts. As I grew stronger, people often asked me for fitness advice. I would share a mantra inspired by Sandra’s dismissive comment: “Never let anyone run you out of the gym.” In essence, it’s your fitness journey—move at your own pace and never be intimidated by others, no matter how impressive their physiques may be. Consistency, a clean and lean diet, and minimal alcohol consumption will lead to noticeable progress.

When your body reaches peak condition, it becomes an unshakable fortress, immune to criticism and negativity. Physical fitness embodies personal freedom—a sanctuary of health and vitality that no external force can tax or take away. The dedication and discipline required to sculpt a strong body are entirely yours to give. Each workout is a testament to your resilience, a reflection of your sweat, sacrifice, and determination. With every rep, you are the architect of your own destiny, crafting a masterpiece that reflects your inner strength and resolve.

The pride that comes with a finely tuned physique is unparalleled. It’s not about vanity but about the empowerment that comes with knowing you’ve overcome challenges to achieve something remarkable. No one can diminish the pride or the power that stems from this accomplishment. A well-conditioned body is a work of art, a testament to the limits you’ve defied and the boundaries you’ve pushed.

Today, I maintain two gym memberships—Crunch and Planet Fitness—and I work out four to five days a week. The gym is more than a place to exercise; it’s my second home. As soon as I walk through the doors, I feel the palpable energy. While conversations might not always happen, there’s an unspoken camaraderie among those present. Most people are there for the same reason: to be physically fit. This shared purpose creates a dynamic, motivating atmosphere that invigorates and inspires.

Whether you’re a seasoned athlete or a newcomer taking your first steps into fitness, the journey is deeply personal. Physical fitness is a lifelong commitment, one that requires consistency, effort, and a willingness to embrace challenges. It’s about becoming the best version of yourself—not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. Every drop of sweat is proof that you’re building not only a stronger body but also a more resilient spirit.