Let me start this post off by saying that I am not anti-police. I know several police officers, have worked with them closely, and have also needed assistance from them a few times in my life. I appreciate the jobs that majority of them do.
What’s hard to stomach is when people are gunned down by the same individuals we are taught are there to protect us.
My heart aches for Jordan Edwards, Alton Sterling and their respective families. I can’t help but ask, “what is it going to take for America to wake up?”
What is it that makes the black male so threatening? How many more husbands, fathers, sons and brothers must be buried before any radical change is made in this country?
Why is it that when a black male is murdered, he is criminalized in the media, but a white murder victim gets more compassion and consideration?
Why does it matter what Jordan Edwards’ grades in school were? Why are we not more focused on the officer who blatantly lied?
Are blacks only seen as valuable when they are being exploited?
We’re expected to love a country that doesn’t love us. The same country that sees us as second class citizens, less than that, in fact.
Our children are being targeted and killed without so much as an afterthought.
What am I supposed to tell my son? That his life matters, but just not as much as everyone else’s? That there may come a point in time when you are forced to lie down like a dog in the street because you “fit a description”? That there are individuals who will kill you simply because the way that you look?
What kind of alternate reality is this?
As a black woman, I have to be strong, but not too strong, because then I am seen as a threat. I have to mind my tongue, so that I don’t come off as hostile, ghetto, uneducated. Ignore the microagressions that come my way, because the speaker had no real intention to insult me, so they say.
Ignore the word “nigger”, because my people use it every day anyway.
The list goes on and on.
You don’t have to like this post, hell I’m not even sure I like this post! I just couldn’t stop myself from writing it. Maybe my perspective helps someone, maybe it pisses someone off, who knows?
I continue to remind myself that this is my blog, and I can write whatever I want.
Today, I’m putting my money where my mouth is.