this was written by a young woman I've known for about 8 years, she was the girlfriend and is now married to a young man whom I've known since he was about 4 years old (they're now both in their mid-30's)- his family lives across the street
It's very long - but I think very powerful. I'll probably break it up into several posts so it's not so much in one post) She's given permission to share. And in case it's not obvious, she's African American. She grew up as an "Army brat" living as a child in Germany (for about 10 years) and then Kansas and Texas.
Thank you CM for allowing us to share your amazing words.
HER WORDS:
It's very long - but I think very powerful. I'll probably break it up into several posts so it's not so much in one post) She's given permission to share. And in case it's not obvious, she's African American. She grew up as an "Army brat" living as a child in Germany (for about 10 years) and then Kansas and Texas.
Thank you CM for allowing us to share your amazing words.
HER WORDS:
** I wrote this a little over a week ago when I was feeling pretty low about the state of the world. I didn't post it at the time because it's raw and long and honest, and I wasn't quite ready to get uncomfortable about this situation. As I've sought solace in the heartfelt words of my friends and the hopeful words of strangers, I've come to the realization that I was expecting more from other people than I was willing to give. That discomfort we're all feeling is growing pain, and nothing gives you a sense of your own smallness like growth. So here's my long, painful ramble... **
Last week I went home to Texas to meet my new 6-week-old niece, Kennedy, who is an absolute doll. Among my friends and family, it's kind of a joke that I don't like babies. Maybe it's my vehement refusal to have one myself, maybe it's the way that I act befuddled about their soft spots and floppy necks like I'm one of those fumbling idiots on an as-seen-on-TV commercial. Whatever the case, my anti-baby rap couldn't be further from the truth. Whether they belong to my siblings, cousins, friends, or strangers, I love babies. Their skin and hair is so smooth, their tiny fingers grasp at everything, and their eyes are so wide you can almost see them trying to take in the whole world. When my heart starts to feel empty, I turn to babies (human or furry) to fill it back up. Since last week, I've been running on fumes.
I see all these terrible things happening to others and I'm sick and I'm sad, but I'm human so I'm selfish and caught up in my own struggle. I'm disheartened because I feel like there's a wall of misunderstanding and I can't find the right word, analogy, or anecdote to bring that wall down. I'm wondering if love can exist without understanding.
I worry about discussing these things with people I love and respect and watching their eyes get squinty and their voice get sharp and impatient as I speak about my experience as a person of color in this country - in this world. Waiting for the dreaded, "You lost me at...", wondering if I ever had them.
When I say "our responsibility" and they hear "your fault". When I say "black lives matter (too)" and they hear "black lives matter (most)". When "black on black crime" is framed as an indicator of the pervasiveness of black violence instead of a symptom of a poisoned community - a community whose implosion no one seems to notice except when it's a convenient excuse for our collective apathy. Why should we care if a black person is killed without redress - they're killing themselves every day. Look at Chicago, it's a war zone.
Meanwhile, I'm citing statistics and sociological experiments like I'm writing a thesis to prove that what I've experienced is true, that it's not just me. I'm trying to break down a wall with my words while slowing my breathing and repeating in my head, "Keep it calm, keep it light. Don't be too passionate, they'll think you're angry at them."