Last night, I lied awake with a suffocating pain for people I have never met and will never know. I tried to categorize my feelings for everyone suffering from the hands of uncompassionate and irresponsible police officers. I hurt because as a white woman in America, I have been so blinded by the veil which covers my face, hands, and my eyes. My white privilege had secured me from others, but also blinded me from truth. My ignorant silence was not only hurting those in the Black community, it was justifying the racial injustices and brutality of the police force.
I pulled of my veil and for the first time in my life I see the fear that Black men and women are forced to endure. I, who can witness the injustice, am disgusted because as I loose count of the men who have lost their lives this year to the choices of a police officer, know that my privileged comes at a cost to others. For too long, what it took for me to see the truth was more black men dying.
Philando Castile was a man whose life was taken from him. He is also, tragically, the man it took for me to truly, undeniably, see perspective.
Last week, I discovered my driver’s side taillight had burned out. I drove around for days knowing of the infraction, but waited to fix it. Yes, I worried about being pulled over. I worried about getting a slap on the wrist. I worried about getting a ticket. But it never once crossed my mind to worry about being shot and murdered in the front seat of my vehicle. White privilege.
To say that these accounts of murder are isolated incidences is irresponsible. To not credit these deaths as an epidemic against Black men is insensitive and intolerable.
When I started to share my new sights on reality to my fellow friends and family, many where sceptic and more where in disagreement. The almost immediate response is to question the victims background, upbringing, or their actions during the altercations. What my white peers are not understanding is that in every case, murder is not justifiable. Being Black is not a cause for murder.
What scares me most about the attitudes of my white peers is not whether they forget to remember this fact, but if they purposely try to.
What angers me the most, however, is that the same people who find little to no empathy for the Black community in America, find themselves infuriated by history. When they look back on slavery in America’s early years as a country, they are overcome with feelings of inhumanity. When they think of the civil rights movements in the 1960’s, tears are brought to their eyes as they witness police dogs ferociously backing Black teenagers into a corner, or firetruck hoses drowning protestors in the streets. When they talk about these historical moments of injustice, they credit the ones who advocated for equality and refused to tolerate the harsh racism embedded in society. They are puzzled by the people who stood on the wrong side of history and are encouraged to make choices toward positive change for all.
But, when face to face with the historical injustice we are actually living in, they cower. They see blame to place, but on the wrong side. They see excuses for inhumane behavior. They see none of the similarities between history and today, only the differences.
It is not different. The brutality, racism and injustice that Black Americans live through every day is reality. We must stop reinforcing the divide. As White allies, we must stop using our own experiences with police to argue the encounters African Americans have with them. It is not the same. It is hard to understand because we do not know of the fears which radiate due to the pigment of our skin. We cannot understand first hand. But if we stop justifying our opinions, we can witness and we can listen, and hopefully we can help.
Black Lives Matter does not mean White lives don’t and it doesn’t mean the lives of police officers don’t. Yes, all lives matter. But not all lives are in danger every day because of it their skin tone or heritage. Right now, we need change for this group of Americans. We need to focus on those who are struggling. Being in support of Black Live Matter does not mean you don’t support the police officers who do serve and protect our nations.
It means supporting equality for African American’s and NOT standing by the percent of police officers who use militarized brutality against them.