Don’t Lose Heart (An Open Letter to Sister Toldjah)

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Don’t Lose Heart (An Open Letter to Sister Toldjah)

ST:

Hope you don’t mind me say­ing all this in pub­lic. Speak­ing of which, best I intro­duce you to folk who, to their loss, aren’t aware of you and your work.

ST (short for pen name Sis­ter Told­jah) is a lady of the South; North Car­olina to be pre­cise. She was blog­ging about pol­i­tics long before it was the in thing to do and long before com­mer­cial blog­ging for corporate-​owned sites came into being. ST, unlike many, doesn’t sit around all day search­ing for reg­u­lar news sto­ries to rewrite and/​or com­ment upon as if this adds any­thing to the pub­lic dis­course. She does research, dig­ging deep to find the roots of cur­rent sit­u­a­tions and ana­lyz­ing same to detail not merely what is hap­pen­ing, but far more impor­tantly why. She’s also an extremely nice, gra­cious young woman. Now, back to the letter.

ST, I noticed this morn­ing the frus­tra­tion you’ve occa­sion­ally men­tioned over being rou­tinely ignored by the blogosphere’s high rollers, not a few of whom you’ve gen­er­ously helped along the way, boil­ing over. I under­stand, and boy can I relate. Here’s what I’ve learned along the way; hope it helps.

They” (the Kon­ser­v­a­tive Kool Kidz Klub”) aren’t worth it, ST. They’re a self-​worshipping, self-​satiated cir­cle jerk with no tal­ent save poorly rewrit­ing sto­ries taken from the main­stream media they insist they despise yet all the while would sell their soul for accep­tance from same. They have never moved the body politic one inch in any direc­tion even while claim­ing to be of great impor­tance. They’re not. They never have been. They never will be.

Yes, it hurts when you know and have repeat­edly demon­strated you’re more than wor­thy of the acco­lades and pres­tige gigs the KKKK rou­tinely tongue bathes itself over. But they will never — never — accept you into the fold. You show them by sim­ply show­ing up. They can’t han­dle the reality.

Find your heart, your pas­sion, and pur­sue it even it it seems like the loneli­est road in the val­ley and you’re won­der­ing why you bother. It’s why I usu­ally write about music, specif­i­cally my beloved clas­sic Chris­t­ian rock. I know I’ll never reach 1100th of 1% of the peo­ple who’d vora­ciously devour every word if I churned out end­less tripe about Obama being a poopy­head or Trump being a meany­pants. But it’s okay. I’m doing what I’m sup­posed to be doing. Reach­ing one per­son with infor­ma­tion that can pos­i­tively change their life beats ten thou­sand slap­back rever­ber­a­tions within the echo cham­ber. Every sin­gle time.

There are those who pos­si­bly you’ll never hear from who are uplifted, enriched, and encour­aged by what you bring to light. Write for them. Write for you. Write from the love inside of you.

The chaff pro­claim­ing itself to be the finest wheat will in time be blown away by the wind. But that done from and for the heart? That will remain. And there will be a reward.

Don’t lose heart, sis.

ST:

Hope you don’t mind me saying all this in public. Speaking of which, best I introduce you to folk who, to their loss, aren’t aware of you and your work.

ST (short for pen name Sister Toldjah) is a lady of the South; North Carolina to be precise. She was blogging about politics long before it was the in thing to do and long before commercial blogging for corporate-owned sites came into being. ST, unlike many, doesn’t sit around all day searching for regular news stories to rewrite and/or comment upon as if this adds anything to the public discourse. She does research, digging deep to find the roots of current situations and analyzing same to detail not merely what is happening, but far more importantly why. She’s also an extremely nice, gracious young woman. Now, back to the letter.

ST, I noticed this morning the frustration you’ve occasionally mentioned over being routinely ignored by the blogosphere’s high rollers, not a few of whom you’ve generously helped along the way, boiling over. I understand, and boy can I relate. Here’s what I’ve learned along the way; hope it helps.

“They” (the Konservative Kool Kidz Klub”) aren’t worth it, ST. They’re a self-worshipping, self-satiated circle jerk with no talent save poorly rewriting stories taken from the mainstream media they insist they despise yet all the while would sell their soul for acceptance from same. They have never moved the body politic one inch in any direction even while claiming to be of great importance. They’re not. They never have been. They never will be.

Yes, it hurts when you know and have repeatedly demonstrated you’re more than worthy of the accolades and prestige gigs the KKKK routinely tongue bathes itself over. But they will never – never – accept you into the fold. You show them by simply showing up. They can’t handle the reality.

Find your heart, your passion, and pursue it even it it seems like the loneliest road in the valley and you’re wondering why you bother. It’s why I usually write about music, specifically my beloved classic Christian rock. I know I’ll never reach 1/100th of 1% of the people who’d voraciously devour every word if I churned out endless tripe about Obama being a poopyhead or Trump being a meanypants. But it’s okay. I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing. Reaching one person with information that can positively change their life beats ten thousand slapback reverberations within the echo chamber. Every single time.

There are those who possibly you’ll never hear from who are uplifted, enriched, and encouraged by what you bring to light. Write for them. Write for you. Write from the love inside of you.

The chaff proclaiming itself to be the finest wheat will in time be blown away by the wind. But that done from and for the heart? That will remain. And there will be a reward.

Don’t lose heart, sis.