As I peruse social media and see the protests, the memes, the t-shirts, the slogans, I can’t help but become overwhelmed and anxious. The country is damaged. The country has been hit by two viruses: COVID-19 and racism. Well, racism has been infecting this country for centuries. Many people have ignored it for so long that they forgot its existence. But when I say “people,” I am mainly talking about white people.
It’s the truth.
White people have no idea about how it feels to always have this “fear” or stigma that follows you. You know that feeling when you walk into a store and store employees are sort of following you around the store? It’s an uneasy feeling.
I remembered once I went into a store to buy my two sisters’ Christmas presents. I knew exactly what I wanted to get them, and this specific shop had it. As soon as I walked inside the store, one of the employees observed me as I looked at the gifts I wanted. I turned to her and smiled and asked for assistance. When she saw that I was indeed a customer and not a thief, she gladly helped.
I’m not paranoid. It just happens that way.
The uneasy feeling.
I am not angry at every white person in the world. No. My parents didn’t raise me that way, nor did they build me to grovel and bow down to white people either.
It hurts to see signs that read “Black Lives Matter,” and it hurts when some white people want to smooth that over and say “All Lives Matter.” Yeah, they do. But, whenever there is an incident with police officers, black people end up dead!
When the white kid killed and wounded some of the black people in the church, they stopped to get him some lunch!
Blows my mind!
White people. I’m not angry with you.
The stereotype of the black person is lazy and shuffling. Yet, I remember how hard our ancestors worked in this country because if they didn’t, they would beat them. My daddy’s uncles were lynched. My dad had to step off a curb so white women could pass by.
But I’m not angry.
I see the mounting support of white people with this protest. I see posts about white privilege. That’s great. That’s wonderful.
Are you beginning to feel uneasy?
Black Lives Matter. I Can’t Breathe. We Shall Overcome. I Am Somebody.
These words have been mantras for the African-American race for a long time. We have been battling a bitter war for years. The silent war.
I have white friends on social media who have been very vocal and very supportive. Their posts have been daily with right, positive words. I knew who they were when I met them; I knew that they understood right from wrong. I have friends that I am not so sure about – I’m not sure where they stand and not because I haven’t seen anything on their page, but because I think they are afraid to stand up to what is wrong in America.
We have an ignorant, racist president. A president who doesn’t bother to calm the country but to divide the country. He is doing a great job of that! If that was his entire agenda to divide the country, then he has done it!
Make America Great Again is actually Make America Hate Again.
The last straw is the photo opportunity of him in front of a church holding a Bible! Second Corinthians 11:13-15 – “For such men are false apostles, deceitful workmen, disguising themselves as apostles of Christ. And no wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light. So it is no surprise if his servants, also, disguise themselves as servants of righteousness. Their end will correspond to their deeds.”
My great-grandmother, Emily Touchstone Watson, was the product of rape between her mother and a slave owner.
I’m not angry with you, white people.
I am rambling now. I can’t formulate solutions. But, I do want to say that if all of the African-American people began hating white people for the years of injustice, this country would actually burn.
That’s how angry we are.
But, I’m not angry with you, white people.
Lay down your privilege, and let’s walk together in this.