I didn’t post anything on Facebook yesterday. I needed a break. A break from what you say? Ugh. Everything. I’m not one of those people who believes we should stray away from “touchy” subjects on social media. Nope. I see absolutely nothing wrong with discussing politics, religion, and… wait for it… RACE. Why? Because we all need an outlet, and I low-key miss my glorious college days when we could engage in trending topics ALL DAY. Gone are the days…
Well, Monday and Tuesday I had a lot to say. A LOT. Monday was the funeral for Freddie Gray who died from a fatal severe spinal injury, while in the hands of police. Just in case you’ve been living under a rock, the death of Freddie Gray is what lead to the protests/riots/uprising of Baltimore. Let me just say this…
- People are tired of police killing Black men.
- “A riot is the language of the unheard.” -Dr. MLK-
- Many asked “Why are they burning down their OWN communities?” The reality is, they don’t OWN anything, which is why it’s easy to burn down. There are no jobs. No opportunities. Nothing.
- We still haven’t gotten an answer as to what happened to Freddie Gray.
- Read number 1. *sigh*
Needless to say, I expressed all of this on Facebook. Especially the fact that #AllLivesMatter is an offensive hashtag. That post can be found here. Well, my big fat mouth got me in trouble… yet again. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing as a few White counterparts expressed that I sounded racist.
Okay, let’s stop pretending. I believe EVERYONE has a little bit of racism in them. We all do. Whether it’s microaggression, ignorant stereotypes or blunt racism, we ALL have it. But me? A full blown racist? As if.
I refuse to post a long list of points to prove how much of a racist I’m NOT. Just know I do have White friendships that continues to go beyond the surface of social media. I do life with these people. They are well aware of my struggles as an African American woman. They were my friends when I had a goal to resuscitate the Black Panther Party. And they’re my friends as I continue to grow in grace, faith, and love. I’ve come a LONG way, and they’ve witnessed that growth.
I’m extremely passionate when it comes to Black History, the Black community, and the well-being of my people. My minor in undergrad was Africana Studies. When I first watched the video of Eric Garner’s death, I shed tears like he was someone I knew. I feel, deeply. I refuse to be one of those people who simply gets involved after trouble hits my doorstep. Nope. I am my people. If one is hurting, we’re all hurting. Does that make any sense?
My words may seem harsh while in a heated moment and I may have said a few things without thinking. I don’t know if I should apologize for that. My natural instinct would be to apologize for offending anyone, but I’m struggling with that as well. I didn’t mean to offend anyone in particular. My passion is aimed at racist’s who don’t GET IT. It’s impossible to have a conversation with someone (especially pertaining to race) and NOT offend anyone. And maybe we all need to get offended every now and then. It’s impossible to grow in your comfort zone of what you THINK you know to be true.
As a writer I’ve grown accustomed to criticism and that’s fine. My skin is consistently getting thicker. I can only pray people hear my heart in the midst of my rants, because Black men are being murdered and that crap hurts.