#georgefloyd and all the rest

I am frustrated and angry that there is nowhere we can be together and scream and yell together. We are pouring out our infuriated guts on social media because that's what we have. We have to get naked here. And this is not a safe space for us to be disrobed. But here we are. With white folks watching our every word. White people, please imaging how that has to be for us right now. Now imagine the extra energy it takes for us to take of you, friends of ours, because you are appalled at the state of this great nation. We love you, but we don't have it right now. What you see every now and then on the news is what we live and fear everyday. This is not an occasional thing for us. This is the normal we know. We don't have white people voice for you today. We only have this base and this anger and these tears. We are tired! We know that some of you love us and want to express your anger too. Please respect the silence of your Black friends right now. We do not have a shoulder for you to cry on right now. Imagine a Black man rapes your daughter and then cuts her head off and then sets the rest of her body on fire. And this all happens on film. And he goes free. And this isn't the first time this has happened. Because just a month ago a Black man went into your church and killed your pastor and other church members. And he gets arrested but on the way to jail the police pull into a Burger King to feed him because jail food sucks. And that's not all. Your name is Tiffany Daniels so every time you turn in a job or loan application yours gets put to the bottom by the Black secretary. I'm not finished yet because every time you go to see your Black doctor he doesn't believe what you are complaining about. And now you have lost your job where you were a great speaker but earn half as much as the Black man who gets booked with you because now there is a pandemic. And there is rent forgiveness but for some reason not for you. Now imagine a Black man just killed your mother and your dog. Shot her in the head in the middle of the street and you know in your gut that he is going to get off because Black men always get off. Now all of your family is gathering and I show up with my greens and cornbread and Black tears wettin' up the whole room talking about the wicked world we live. My friend, it's kinda like that.