We have every right to be angry. We have every right to be upset, frustrated, confused, torn, and hurt. This world is against us, and I know I don’t feel safe even crossing the street before the light turns for fear of being reprimanded by the police. Our anger, our rage and our sadness- any and all things we feel regarding the current state of the nation- are completely and one hundred percent valid. Now, more than ever, it is imperative for us to be there for each other. We need to love, respect, and support each other as black men and women die in the streets, in jail cells, in police custody. We have, all of us, a duty to love and care for one another deeply and strongly, because this world may never do so in the way we all have a right to.
There’s so much more I can say about this, but I’m just so tired. I’m sure we all are. But we must continue on in our fight for equality, our fight for justice, our fight for visibility in the mainstream in a way that doesn’t typecast us or force us in to stereotypes. It’s taken me days to write just this because I feel so incredibly defeated. Every day there’s a new name to hashtag, every day another black person that could have been me - or my dad or my cousin - has been shot and I’m no longer shocked or afraid; I’m just exhausted. Trust me, I know I’m not alone in this. We’re being conditioned to accept America as it is. We can’t let that happen. Not any more. This is hard. This fight is really fucking hard and annoying and tedious and heart breaking. But, we have to keep going; we have to keep fighting back in an effort to move forward.
Love and solidarity,