I never wanted to have to write this and maybe I have no right because I’m white, whiter than white, Glow in the dark white but people I love are of colour and people I love have kids that are biracial and I love them or have spouses of colour that I love but I will because sometimes you have to say something even when you feel powerless against the machine.
I know I’m pretty safe and privileged by nature and the luck of the skin I was born into. But I live in fear every time I hear of a shooting of a POC that was just living their every day life when a police officer decided they needed killing.
I hope it’s not D’s kids or Miss M’s husband or kids. I hope it’s not someone from Temple of Isis. I hope it’s not someone from work or someone I ride the bus with and chat with.
But it’s someone else’s loved one. Someone is at home hurting because some stupid macho cop decided they were imaginarily frightened of someone sitting in a car or just standing talking to friends and decided shooting someone was a good idea.
I know cops, some are friends and every single one of them gets “cop attitude”male or female. Every one is out to get them so they have to act first. Guess what you don’t. Some times you might want to be observant. Some time you might actually want to talk to someone first?
People are not naturally guilty because of their skin colour. That is wrong and it will always be wrong.
We shouldn’t have had to be terrified when Mark decided to drive all night through most of California to Oregon to be with Mary, his Super Mom before she died. But we were, we didn’t say it much but all of us were ready to threaten his lifetime for doing and overwhelmingly glad when he arrived safely.
We shouldn’t have to worry when other people’s kids go out to have a good time, will they come home?
I know how it got this way and it was wrong and I know it isn’t going to go away any time soon.
But it needs to stop. It needs to stop now. And I feel powerless to stop it except that I vow never to vote for any one even slightly racist and to stand up to people who say hateful things online and in person, like I already do.
Several of my ancestors were abolitionists and it cost them. If they could fight for what’s right I can too even if there is a cost.
Sometimes the dream of living in a world that loves each other seems impossible and ridiculous but that is my dream.