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Tyshawn Lee Homegoing Service
Tuesday, November 10, 2015. Eulogy by Father Michael L. Pfleger, Senior Pastor.
Eulogy for Tyshawn Lee
Homegoing Service on November 10, 2015
by Rev. Michael L. Pfleger, Senior Pastor, The Faith Community of Saint Sabina
Carla, Pierre, Grandparents, Aunties and Uncles, family, to the community.
This morning we meet at the uncomfortable intersection of pain and anger. An intersection that we have met for too often at. An intersection that seeks to paralyze us, hold us up, and lock us into our pain and our anger. There are some that like to stand up and say that 'this is an act of God.' Well, I ain’t one of them. This is not an act of God. This is the face and the reality of evil. This is evil right in our face.
We meet at this intersection, because Tyshawn, just like so many before him, Amari Brown, Antonio Smith, Alia Shell, Tamiya Adams, Chastity Turner, and countless others. Tyshawn was not a child in the wrong place at the wrong time. Tyshawn was on his way to play basketball, at the park down the street from his grandmother's house. Our children have a right to walk our streets, our children have a right to play in the park, our children have a right to sit on their porch, our children have a right to expect to be safe wherever they are in the city of Chicago. Our children deserve that.
Tyshawn was not in the wrong place, the murderer, the executioner, the assassin, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Tyshawn was doing what any child has a right to do, be a child.
Tyshawn, like so many of our children, are victims and they're martyrs of a society that has lost its conscience, we’ve lost our conscience Chicago. And that's why it’s so important, that although we meet at this intersection of pain and anger, that we decide not to park here. We decide to make a choice to proclaim that this is not the end of the journey.
We must, Chicago, find the killer of Tyshawn. We must catch each individual who stoops so low, that it is almost unspeakable to comprehend. We must lock up any individual who seeks, by his or her horrific actions, to create a new low normal. A normal which used to be beyond street code or prison code, that you would not tolerate the killing of children. This used to be a value, in our society. WE must lock up anybody, and I hate the prisons, but there are consequences when you make our children targets of some murdering coward. And that's what you are, when you hurt children. You're a coward. You're a punk.
We must challenge a community of individuals where fear and silence protect, provide, and shelter such criminals. Code of silence is real. I get that. It's real, not just in the streets, it's real in the neighborhood, it's real in law enforcement, it's real in the church, it's real in politicians, it's real in Fox Lake, where we send in emergency resources from the government to come in and find a murderer of a guy who killed himself but where are the resources to find the murderers of our children on the Southside and Westside of Chicago? Bring in federal resources! Our children are just as important as a cop in Fox Lake!
We must challenge individuals to rise out that place of fear. As real as it is. Because, sisters and brothers, we are lost if we begin to live and get comfortable in a day where fear trumps consciousness. Something inside of us has to rise above the emotions trying to keep us captured and say 'Enough. I will not be quiet.
Yes, we must find the coward and the assassin. But we also have to have the courage to confront the system and the society that produces such a murderer. We have to have the courage to look at the roots of the murderers that live in Chicago, and across this nation, that give birth to this violence that is holding communities in fear and causing our children to wonder not where they are going to be or what they are going to be when they grow up. No child should ever wonder if his future is going to be snatched from him.
WE have to have the courage to confront the sins of America. I'm sick and tired of spending billions of dollars overseas, and we don't have a damn penny for here in Chicago. I'm sick of it. We've got to confront the sins of America where we have double-digit unemployment in our neighborhoods. I don't want to hear nightly news say 5.1% unemployment in America, because to hear you say that you tell me I live in Auburn Gresham, we're not part of America. Englewood is not part of America, Lawndale is not part of America, because we don't have 5% unemployment, we have double-digit unemployment, and if we're part of America then treat us like the rest of America.
We've got to confront failed education systems, and lack of options and opportunities. We've got to confront poverty and racism. A perverted entertainment industry that shells out money, and Mark we talked about this, that pays kids to do their dirty work. The sonys, the Universals, the Inters copes, you pigs! Pimping our children for your money. Enough!
We've got to have the courage to look at the broken bridge between law enforcement and community, and we both have got work to do on both sides.
We've got to confront the system that is raping the poor in America and Illinois. How dare you state of Illinois governor, rob every program in our communities of employment and help, and programs of child-care, and programs of earn-fare, and programs of link card. You're not going to take away money and balance your budget on the poor.
WE have to have the courage to confront a gun industry and the NRA whose running to the bank while blood runs (in) our streets. And you live in your gated-communities and your children are safe.
WE must have the courage to look within ourselves, sisters and brothers, to our homes, our blocks, our neighborhoods, our churches, where have we failed, all of us? Where have we failed to create homes, and blocks, and churches, and communities, and neighborhoods to give our children a chance.
We've got to put back in place safety nets. We can't speak in churches about your destiny, your destiny, your destiny and not get out of the pulpit to change the streets that allow a child to reach his or her destiny. If you are going to preach about it, make sure the streets allow children to reach it.
Yes, we've got to arrest the killer of Tyshawn, but we also got to have the courage to arrest a society that has produced a killer like this one.
Sisters and brothers, we must also decide that although this act of evil may have brought us together, Pierre and Carla and family, to this horrible intersection of pain and anger, we will not, Carla, we will not, Pierre, we're not going to park in this intersection. We must decide as a community, we refuse to allow Tyshawn's life to be defined by a moment on a Monday afternoon, November 2nd. That's not who Tyshawn is. Tyshawn had too much life in him, he had too much good in him to be defined by an act of evil. You won't define Tyshawn, we know Tyshawn, his schoolmates know Tyshawn, his faculty know Tyshawn.
Tyshawn’s days may have been short, but his life and his imprint was long. Tyshawn loved life. He was smart. He was smart, he was loving, he was caring. He loved playing video games, and teaching his cousin's how to play games. Tyshawn was technologically savvy, I wish I could have gotten some help from him because I'm stupid. He was computer savvy, who taught his mother how to set-up her DVD. 'And a child shall lead them.' Tyshawn was funny. Tyshawn loved to dress up. Tyshawn loved to go to school, and Tyshawn was loved by his classmates and his school. He was loved. He was loved, y'all didn't hear me, he was loved by his school.
Tyshawn loved basketball. He dreamed of playing in the NBA. Yes, as difficult as it may be, we must not let this act of violence define this young boy. We must never allow this act fo violence to hold us hostage, we must never allow this act of violence to rob us of our memories, and our smiles, and our laughter. For the great young man he was, the smiles, the laughter, the joy, the good kid he was. Get on your feet and give Tyshawn the kind of support so he knows we love him.
The reason we can't park here, Carla, on this street of pain and anger is because death for the believer is never a final stop. Death, for the believer, is never an end. Death for the believer is not a closing statement, a benediction. Death is but a stop along the journey of life, on the way to eternal life in Jesus Christ who took the bottom out of our grave. And promised us life everlasting. The Bible reminds us that the Believer doesn't mourn like the world, because the believer knows something the world doesn’t know, that death, no matter the age or the circumstance can never put a period on a life, all death can do is put a comma on the life. And the fact remains, because death doesn't put the period on life, Tyshawn lives. Tyshawn lives! Tyshawn lives! He lives because Jesus lives. Jesus got up from the grave and he brought us up with him. Tyshawn lives because Jesus lives.
So Tyshawn, thank-you. Thank-you for the joy you showed us. Thank-you for the love you showed us. Thank-you for the lessons you taught us adults. Your life may have been small in quantity, but it was large in quality.
Tyshawn, you not only touched the lives of your family, your classmates, and your friends. But this last week, Tyshawn, you touched a nation, the United States of America, and called her to look at herself and deal with herself. A nine-year old boy made America stand still.
I pray, I pray that we will not just come here and mourn a baby snatched from us. But I pray from my heart that it will propel us to a movement of change. Death may have been what brought us together, but it will be our commitment to life and to love, and to peace, and to justice, that must move us forward to transform not just this neighborhood but this city and this country and this world. Because you see no one, not a politician, not a preacher, not an activist, not a resident, nobody can say they love Tyshawn and not do something to change the society that brings us here today. Nobody has the right to bring up his name without making a change on your block, in your house, in your neighborhood, in your city.
So, Tyshawn enjoy the place that God has prepared for you since the beginning of all time. Bring your smile to heaven, and make it a little brighter. Bring your laughter to heaven, and make it a little more joy-filled. Bring your technology to heaven, maybe you can teach some of them old saints how to do a computer.
Tyshawn, I know you loved basketball and you wanted to play in the NBA. But there is a new uniform for you to wear today, its called the robe of Victory, its been washed in the blood of the lamb.
Tyshawn, step onto a new court that has been prepared for you. Its not the court of Dawes Park, but its the court that has been paved in gold, and hear, hear the cheers of all the fans standing in ovation, shouting and clapping for you Tyshawn, its called the cloud of witnesses. And Tyshawn when you get there give a high-five to the team thats standing on the court waiting for you. Shooting guard, Jordan Davis. Small Forward, Tamir Rice. Power Forward, Trayvon Martin. Center, Blair Holt. Point Guard, Michael Brown. And look there is Terrell Bosley playing the drums. And listen there is Hadiyyah Pendleton, Rakia Boyd, and the four little girls of Birmingham, they're cheerleading for you Tyshawn. And look over there, there is the coach, look at the coach, it's Emmett Till. Emmett Till is waiving you on the court. Yea, Tyshawn step up in the court. Play ball, play ball, play ball! This aint the end.We'll see ya in the playoffs!
Eulogy for Tyshawn Lee
Published on Feb 22, 2016
Homegoing Service for Tyshawn Lee, held at the Faith Community of Saint Sabina on Tuesday, November 10, 2015VIDEO SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5GYNKBGBwY
Photographs of Tyshawn Lee are on display at his visitation at Haven of Rest church in the South Chicago neighborhood Nov. 9, 2015.