It is painful to live in a country with so many privileges yet at the same time, to witness a huge portion of our people consistently treated as disposable bodies. These are the bodies that built the economic privilege we bathe in. The disconnect is bewildering.
It is embarrassing to live in a country with a history of the enslavement of African American people and yet to compartmentalize perpetuated violence towards black individuals as irrelevant.
It is frustrating to witness the mistreatment of loved ones for their blackness yet, as a white bodied person, to often be blind and oblivious to their struggles.
It is hurtful to ignore the profound barrier between black and white actualized realities.
It is healing to listen, to embrace and affirm feelings, experiences, herstories and histories. To face them with love and compassion.
It is realistic to expect and demand justice. The truth is we are in desperate need of healing. Of growth. Of evolution. Of love. A love that values and cherishes all bodies, all hearts, all souls. A love that does not devalue, discriminate or dehumanize blackness. For that is a love in disguise.
It is important to recognize blackness. Black stories, black trauma, black experience. Love and healing grow from the soil of acceptance. of openness. How can we expand our light, as individuals, as communities, as a nation if we continue to evade our darkness? We are all in this together and ignoring our disparities will only further weaken us in our unity and in spirit.
We cannot continue to build in blindness. In numbness. We are collapsing, we are tired. We are dishonest if we think ignoring all this violence will not end in shambles. Lives are lost and hearts are broken.
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