The Riots Finally Reach Charlotte

It’s here. The movement finally made it. I knew it would. After watching so many other cities around the nation ravished by sudden riots following police shootings I knew that it was only a matter of time. These race riots no longer reside on the screen exclusively from afar but rather they are now at my doorstep in my city.

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It’s here. The movement finally made it. I knew it would. After watching so many other cities around the nation ravished by sudden riots following police shootings I knew that it was only a matter of time. These race riots no longer reside on the screen exclusively from afar but rather they are now at my doorstep in my city.

Charlotte is my home city. I love her and always will. I absolutely love to travel and see new places and Amelia and I are even planning on living elsewhere someday, possibly even abroad. But oh my gosh there is nothing like flying back to the Charlotte-Douglas International Airport, getting off the ramp, and seeing the sign that reads “Welcome to Charlotte”. I get goosebumps just thinking about it. I love coming home and I love living in my Queen City. So to see what is happening to her right now is devastating.

On Tuesday, September 20th, a man was shot and killed by a police officer. What followed was a familiar sight as of late in this country–uproar and anger. The last two nights have been spoiled by violent riots and looting without prejudice. Peaceful protests with actual good intentions are occurring as well; but the violence is spreading and gaining momentum, polluting any atmosphere of peace that might still exist. The tension that has plagued so many cities finally burst in my hometown as violence and hate ripped through Charlotte.

It’s here. The movement finally made it. I knew it would. After watching so many other cities around the nation ravished by sudden riots following police shootings I knew that it was only a matter of time. These race riots no longer reside on the screen exclusively from afar but rather they are now at my doorstep in my city.

I actually know the police officer. I was the best man at a wedding he and his wife attended. His wife was in the bridal party. I do not know him well, or really at all; but I remember him from that day and I remember how people spoke very highly of him. They still do. At least those who personally know him do. Many people in the city hate him. They probably don’t even know his name, but they hate him. I am not choosing a side. I am neither promoting cops nor backing up the protests. This is my thought:

We are all flawed. We are all wrong. We are all deserving of punishment. No one side is greater than the other. No one person is greater than the next. It is foolish to debate who is better. It is futile to prove who is right. Once people begin to acknowledge that we are inherently perverted as individuals, only then can we begin the process of healing with one another. He who is without wrong may cast the first stone. 

Someone was shot tonight during the protests. A civilian-civilian encounter. He is in critical condition and on life support last I heard. I got an update as I was writing this that our governor just declared state of emergency in Charlotte. Please pray for our city. Pray that no one else gets hurt. Pray that bondage will be broken and light will burst through so rapidly that the same media looking to Charlotte tonight for a story of violence will soon look to Charlotte as an example of unity. Pray that hate will be dispersed.

Phipps

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Author: CJ Phipps

I have found a love for culture and travel and have spent the better part of my life exploring this great earth. I had the pleasure of living in Argentina for a year living in a small town called San Miguel Del Monte where I learned the harmony brought by a good cup of mate and the wondrous ways of cooking and eating meat. I experienced big city atmosphere that Argentine cities such as Buenos Ares, Cordoba, and Santa Fe had to offer but not without descending to the breath-taking landscape of the south, boasting destinations such as Patagonia and the Andes Mountains. I also studied in California, traveled down the Pacific Coast Highway to visit the Arizonian home of a friend I met while out west. We stayed in Yuma for a few nights and walked the border over to Mexico. So many more stories to tell but I will only list places– Guatemala (about 8 or 9 times), all over the Caribbean, Kenya, and several handfuls of cities and states around the great USA.

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