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"Time makes us sentimental. Perhaps, in the end, it is because of time that we suffer . . ."
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❀ OLIVER❀
OLIVER HARMON WAS A MAN WHO UNDERSTOOD THE TRACTION OF TIME'S UNRELENTING HAND. He understood the passage - moving through life as if floating in water. One moment, he was young, collecting seashells offshore. The next, an elderly man. The change happened as suddenly as being pulled out to sea by a strong current.
Time was infinite and momentarily in one fell swoop. An oxymoron if Oliver ever heard one.
The years dropped many fruitful lessons upon his head. Reminding him just how fragile human morality truly was. As easy to strike as it was to blow out a candle; the smallest gust of wind was enough in both instances.
He understood destruction because of his time in the military. The strife man was capable of. The reasons so many of God's children protested for peace; for a future where humanity not only persevered life but could also truly live it.
Once upon a time, the Harmon man believed peace would triumph over war - that the next generation, be shepherded by the mistakes of the past. Could bring that dream to light. His dream for the future wasn't built on naivety. He knew the way the world turned all too well. The hatred and anger that burned deep in some folk's souls. Of course, he knew. He was a black man in America. One who lived through many years of oppression. Of adversity. Of hatred.
"A black man's first adversity isn't born from his character, but his skin color. Don't let them twist you into their monster. Don't let them take your power."Oliver's father's words. These words he told his seven-year-old son one day after older white boys followed him home from his school. Throwing pebbles and insults Oliver never heard before but upset his father to no end.
A day he'd always remember. For that was the day Oliver first learned the true difference in skin color. He'd known they were persecuted, judged, and even killed for skin color. He'd known his great-grandfather was the first free man in their family after decades of slavery. That his grandfather was the first who learned how to read; who paved the way for generations after him to seek out knowledge before anything.
