In lieu of the violence that befell Jacob Blake, my mind races yet again. Thoughts on racism, pain, and anger. But actually I have specific questions.
What is it like? To live life when you never worry about an arrest becoming a murder-based on your skin tone?
What’s it like to choose to care about lives? Is it like watching TV? You only tune for a bit...until your uncomfortable? Then you move on? Does it feel like completing a TV binge? Oh wait, that would imply you stick around for our truth. This doesn’t happen.
What is it like when you see crimes like Jacob Blake? Does his Black skin automatically mean the police were right? He should’ve complied? Did you blame him even though he tried to stop a fight? Do you see yourselves in the cops just as Black people see them themselves in Black victims?
I wonder if you care about us because when I look at my grandma, I know we aren’t past anything. Do you think we solved racism because we’re post the Civil Rights Movement? Don’t let the purposeful black and white photos of the era fool you. But here we are…still.
What does white supremacy feel like? Does it feel like normalcy? Comfort in your privilege? It is being a 17-year-old white shooter that took the lives of protesters? Is it committing crimes and enjoying the news humanizing you? Does it…
