Black People Are Dying
Black people are dying. We've been dying.
I consider myself to have quite a bit of privilege, but I'm not so ignorant to think that will save me.
I know someone can decide my existence is threatening through no fault of my own. I know if I go to the hospital, I am statistically at risk for being ignored or insufficiently treated because of myths that black folks (specifically black women) have a higher tolerance for pain and a tendency to hyperbolize.
I know at any moment someone can decide they are my judge jury and executioner. Consider this when you are fixing your lips to say what Ahmaud Arbery could or should have done.
It feels like as soon as they realized Black and Brown folks were dying at higher rates from COVID-19 they stopped caring and started opening things back up.
Consider this when you go on your group rides and hang out at the park, and whine about your loss of freedom.
I don't want myself or my loved ones or anyone else to become a #BlackLivesMatter hashtag. I'm tired of black death, I will NOT watch that video and I don't need to. I am angry, and sad, and scared.
Black people are dying. We've been dying.