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Laugh, Cry, and or Curse It All If You Want
So we are now a week removed from the Derek Chauvin case and him being guilty, guilty, guilty. I can still remember how it felt like time stopped as the verdict was being reading. Afterwards? I’m not sure what I felt/feel exactly. A lot of emotions and what do we do with them arose. My Black family, my Black chat groups, my Black peers, and everybody Black was feeling it. I’m trying to make sense of it.
I’m trying or rather I’m always trying to understand what do I with these feelings. These feelings about myself as a Black person in a society that won’t hesitate to take my life. My feelings on the fact that it took a 10 minute video of a man’s murder for justice? My feelings on the fact it took the world to see our reality for this murderer to be convicted (not sentenced yet). My feelings on understanding how the world sees myself and my skinfolk since I’ve been 8.
I suppose I’ll always be trying to understand these feelings and defining what makes sense. As I tried, I saw that members of the Black community their answers. Maybe it’s better to say we all trying to find answers to our collective trauma? We are all human beings despite what anti Blackness tries to say daily.
