[[MORE]]i think i may need to think more about the separation of public/private in my life.
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maybe other people are better than me and can separate these things but
my pussy does not respond to people whom i do not share political beliefs with.
its an absolute, guaranteed
Even in Trayvon’s death, his parents, friends, lawyer and etc. are having to prove that he wasn’t deserving of death. because black boys deserve to die unless they’re paragons of adolescent perfection !
The facts are the facts. 17 year old black boy with skittles and a drink was stalked and then murdered by a 28 year old white man with a 9 mm shotgun.
The end. It’s murder. The end.
Yet, they have to talk about how he was a good boy, a regular teenager, did nothing out of the ordinary, etc etc. It’s like they have to prove that he’s human like any 17 year old white boy would already be assumed to be.
Being black is already being in the wrong. The police chief had the AUDACITY to say that he’s sure Trayvon would have done something differently… like not walk in a space white people feel they own? not be black? what could he have done differently?
So now the parents/ lawyer/ community has to try to reverse the stereotypical image of black males by essentially saying, “but see he’s like so many other white boys his age! normal!” His mom mentioned that he’d eat whatever was in the fridge after the racist white female reporter crudely suggested chicken
because the deaths of black boys are funny. haha, let’s make a racist joke about it. while a black mama tries to prove that her son had a good white boy-like demeanor.
and look at the white boy who arbitrarily decided to murder three of his classmates (one being black… who wasn’t even really mentioned and most people thought the white boy only killed 2 students… the white ones… until the black mama spoke up)
and folks have the audacity to defend him as having issues or problems or whatever and being such a nice looking boy (code for he’s white so how could he really be evil? especially since he’s a “child”)
but I suppose black boys are never children.
there has been more doubt aimed as Trayvon (a now deceased boy who was more than CLEARLY been murdered) than that white one still alive after murdering 3 people
which leads me to believe that black life = nothing, white life = everything.
black = guilty, white = inherently pure
You. The person who watched me cry and interrupted my tears to say “We’re not all like that.” You. The person who saw a post about non-Black people NOT reblogging things about Trayvon Martin, a child, an innocent, a human and interrupted with “No, no, I reblogged.”
You. The person who instead of pointing to the shooter as a murderer, spend your blog space trying to call him anything but white. You. The person who insists that IF he is in fact a murderer, he MUST have brown in him. You. The indecent, that sees this as another news story and laughed at a Mother’s pain when being asked if her dead seventeen year old son, this innocent, this human, this future scholar, future father, always son ate chicken.
You. The multiple people who sent me direct messages to say that you, a non-Black person, have been reblogging. Even you. The Black people who were yesterday defending the right’s of non-Black people to say the word “Nigger.” You too. This is what happens when you allow hate. This is what happens when you say “There are more important things.” Why are you NOW silent? Why was that word worth fighting for yesterday but Trayvon Martin isn’t worth fighting for today? You stand as monsters with them.
I have no strength left.
I have nothing left for you.
I don’t even know how I am writing this now.
I’m going to go to bed and hope to wake up to this being a bad dream.
I am going to go to bed and hope that when I wake up, I won’t be reminded of that thing that happened in front of me that is far to similar to Trayvon Martin.
I am going to go to bed and cry. I am going to cry for his Mother. I am going to cry for this Nation. I am going to cry for the hundreds of Black children who will die in this exact same way only to have someone say “We’re not all like that.” Then quickly forget it ever happened.
I am going to cry because I know that you will never mourn my unlawful murder, the unlawful murder of my brothers or the unlawful murder of my sisters. You will not mourn us because we are not. We are simply…not.