Two and a half years ago I published a post titled ‘Some Thoughts From Your Black Friend’. I was feeling heavy, disheartened and terrified at the same time.
Another black man had become a hashtag.
The hatred for Colin Kaepernick was palpable.
People still didn’t understand that Black Lives Matter.
Feeling helpless, I opened up my laptop and the angst, sorrow and frustration came pouring out.
Like anything I write I’ll never know the impact my words may or may not have on those who choose to read them, but that moment was monumental for me.
Although my mind swirled with the troubling statements I’d heard ad nauseam (talking about racism is divisive, stop whining about racism, all he had to do was comply, how dare he disrespect our flag!, All Lives Matter), I pushed past the fear of being criticized for my perspective and owned my truth as a black woman living in America. I stepped into something that day that I’ve yet to be able to shake, and I’m not certain I ever will.
It was the day I knew something had been awakened in me that would not be put to sleep, and it was then that the journey to this point truly began.
Two and a half years later, my initial sentiments continue to be confirmed.
There’s a lengthier list of black men and women who have become a tragic hashtag.
The hatred for Colin Kaepernick is palpable.
And people still didn’t understand that Black Lives Matter.
So in spite of my own personal doubts about stepping deeper into the work I feel called to do, I am here to talk about the things that burn deep within. I am here to address the wickedness that is racism, fuel conversations that will go beyond the echo chambers of the internet, and get real about my experiences in this beautiful, God-given skin.
I am here to pour out my thoughts as ‘your black friend’.