Signed, An Angry Black Woman
As a black woman in America, there’s a certain level of pain and anger that flows through my entire being right now. The amount of things that I have witnessed in my 30 years of life have truly run the gamut. I’ve seen some pretty amazing things. But right now, I’m seeing some pretty horrendous things. Social media is constantly beating us over the head with things that seem to be unfair, unimaginable, and down right inhumane. Sadly, that’s what has become the norm for America at this point and that’s sickening to say the least.
On May 25, 2020, George Floyd was murdered in broad day light, on video, by the coward, officer Derek Chauvin. But of course he wasn’t alone. His coworkers stood right there with him, as if this was their every day norm. You know, like this is what they were trained to do. He knelt down on his neck for nearly nine minutes as he pleaded for his life, even being heard begging for his mother. As he laid on that ground, face down, hands cuffed behind his back, that grown 46-year-old man, was calling for his MOTHER. WOW. What type of agony was he in to call for his mother? What type of fear ripped through every fiber of his being? What flashed through his mind? What was his last dying plea, his wish, his prayer? Did he think about his family? Did he think about how he wished he hadn’t been there that day? Did he think about how his life was probably about to be cut short? What about his loved ones who have to mourn his death? Did those cops think of any of those things that he probably thought about? If so, I think that’s even worst because they didn’t stop this from happening. Then to see people trying to paint him as such a horrible person after his untimely death, just isn’t right. I don’t care what type of criminal background he has because at that moment, it wasn’t in play. He wasn’t laying on the ground, clinging on for dear life, because he had just committed some violent crime. He was suffering because he was being accused of using a fake twenty dollar bill. Was his life really only worth TWENTY dollars?!? NO, it was worth that and so much more!
So once again, here we are. Another black person has been killed at the hands of a disgusting, inhumane, selfish, arrogant, trigger happy white cop. It’s not fair man. Why do we have to keep going through this? Why do they hate us so much? Why? Like seriously, what did we do to make you hate us so much? Yes, I’m saying us because let’s be honest, we are all just one wrong place, one wrong moment, away from that being us.
Let’s just take a second and remember SOME of the MANY black and brown people who have been MURDERED at the hands of those who are supposed to protect and serve us or even just our fellow white citizens. Breonna Taylor. Tamir Rice. Sandra Bland. Atatiana Jefferson. Stephon Clark. Botham Jean. Philando Castille. Alton Sterling. Freddie Gray. Eric Garner. Michael Brown. Walter Scott. Ahmaud Arbery. I wish I could say that this already extensive list was all, but it’s not. There are SO many more people that have been murdered in cold blood, just because the color of their skin deems them a “threat”.
You want to know what’s crazy? It doesn’t even stop at murder. When I watch a white cop THROW a white woman to the GROUND and call her a “stupid fucking bitch”, how do you think I feel? Yes, she’s a woman (I support women all day), but she was a woman who was protesting against the brutality that people, my people, face at the hands of the these corrupt and immoral cops. I saw a cop push an older white man down to the ground. He hit his head when he fell backwards and his head was pouring blood. Did the cop even try to render any aid? Absolutely not. He simply walked over him like he was scum on the street. Like that could have EASILY been his father. How can you sleep at night knowing that you’re lacking basic human decency? Is it that hard to treat people with respect? How do you continue to behave like this, knowing that you have a family of your own who can very well be subjected to the same mistreatment? People literally are fearing for their lives every single moment. We just want to live man. It’s so pathetic to me that we legitimately have to beg for our right to live a normal life and die from natural causes. Is it really that hard to not murder us?
Another thing! Far too often, we (black women) have been labeled by our counterparts as being angry, as having an attitude, as being aggressive, when in reality, we’re often not those things. We’re often passionate. We’re often poised. We’re often eloquent and elegant. Were often graceful. We’re often kind and strong. We’re often supportive. But right now, ima take that charge. Ima be that angry black woman and you better do something to change it! You want to know why I’m angry and ok with taking that charge? I am SICK AND TIRED of seeing black kings and queens being taken away from us, due to senseless violence. I have to sit here and agonize over the fact that my black father, brothers, cousins, uncles, friends, husband (don’t worry he’s coming), child(ren) (they're coming too!), could have to face a day where they’re being beaten or killed, just because of the color of their skin. I have to constantly live in fear of doing and saying everything perfectly, only to still have the chance of falling victim to a racist act of violence. I have to look a certain way, dress a certain way, talk a certain way, just to even remotely stand a chance in a world that hates me anyway. I live in a country where the “president” is a racist POS, who is determined to further divide this country! This is unacceptable and it must stop.
Black people, white people, Asian people, Hispanic people, all people, guys, I’m begging you, figure this out. We can’t continue on this way. I know it won’t change over night but if we don’t demand that this stops and be the change that we want to see, we ALL will be history. So let’s all do our part. Let’s speak up when we see someone being mistreated. Let’s show kindness to strangers. Let’s be mindful of how our behavior and words impact other people. Let’s be intentional about choosing to do what’s right and not just what’s convenient. Let’s be decent human beings! Let’s commit to being more. Let’s commit to being better! Let’s commit to choosing love, even when it isn’t easy! It won’t be easy, but with God, this land can be healed!
❤️MrR❤️
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