Wednesday, December 3, 2014

I AM AN ANGRY BLACK WOMAN

Hope you all got a good chuckle out of the title, because things are about to get reaaal serious.

The other day, after one of my Facebook "friends" (we fortunately aren't actually friends) made a status about how Darren Wilson was in the right to shoot Mike Brown (6 times, btw) because he was a thug, I politely disagreed, he respected my opinion, and that was that.

Lol, jk, this is Facebook we're talking about - nothing's ever civil!

We had a pretty heated debate and one of my last points made had to do with white privilege in the U.S. (Side note - this person is white and failed to recognize his privilege because he identifies as gay and doesn't see how he could ever be privileged.)

The conversation ended with me eventually unfriending him, thus removing myself from the status debate. (Bye, Felicia!)
BUT not before one of his (white) friends chimed in:

"Christina, you seem very educated which is sad because you are very ignorant and bear a huge chip on your shoulder."

Along with:
"Our president is BLACK, tell me how white privilege still exists."

...............I'm just gonna leave that there.


This, my friends, is just one reason why I CANNOT EVEN with some people's ignorance. (Yes, black girls "can't even" too.)

The fact of the matter is that black people -- black men in particular -- are being targeted from the moment they step onto the street (or into the classroom...or out of the womb).

The authoritarians -- our police, our criminal "justice" system, the people we are supposed to TRUST -- are failing us. This racism is centuries old and ingrained in our institutions -- institutions that are constantly telling us "no." No, you do not matter, your dead body doesn't even matter, your life, your soul DO NOT matter.

And people have the nerve to say that these "violent" protests don't make us -- as people of color -- look good. I'm going to say this as respectfully as I can...fuck you.

The "violent" protests, and peaceful protests, are not spontaneous, I'll tell you that much. They are the result of years of injustice, grief, EXHAUSTION. They are tired. We are tired. I...am tired.

This anger, these protests can be confusing, and may seem very odd to people they don't directly affect. White people, let me make this request: please recognize your privilege. It lies within the color of your skin, regardless of whether or not you choose to acknowledge it, and regardless of whether or not you even choose to identify as white.

Also, please do not make this about you. Your #AllLivesMatter hashtags do not make things inclusive; they do the very opposite, actually. They are a perpetuation of the belittling of black people, the oppressed.

Your "educated" comments about "violent" protests, looting, about the murdered victims being "thugs" and "up to no good"? Well, they hurt. 

"But I am educated on this topic -- I have black friends! I'm not being/saying anything racist!"
Ok, cute for you, but I don't care. Also, it's not that black and white (no pun intended this time). Discrimination and racism can exist, whether you intended it/were aware of it or not. Racism is so institutionalized, so embedded in the U.S., that it can even exist in the band-aids that we wear. (Obviously it goes much bigger than that, and we've seen it in our criminal "justice" system countless times.) 

Ok. So. This post may have not made much sense, and it may have not taught you anything (even though I hope it did). It's not my job to educate the ignorant or confused, but I did want to do my part as a black person/person of color and make viewers of this post more aware to the issues being faced and the injustices that surface every. single. day. with regards to black people. I also wanted to express my empathy, concern, my sadness, and my fear.

Wait, what? Fear? But why would you ever be scared, Christina? You're a fairly educated young woman who attends a great university, comes from a great family, and has a bright future.
Well, folks, I'll leave you with this:

It really doesn't matter where you live, if you are a good person, what your education is, what your future holds, if you are unarmed, if the cop is unarmed, if people see it, if there is physical evidence, or even what your age is! If you are black, it does not matter. Your safety is at stake.
My black friends are not safe.
My family -- my dad and brother in particular -- is not safe.
My children...if I have a son, he is not safe. Daughter? She probably isn't safe either.
I am not safe.
I am not safe.
I am not safe.
We are not safe.


'Til next time,
Christina

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