I don’t get it
I might say I do
I know how terrible racism is, and I understand that.
You might say the same thing.
But we don’t really get it.
If I go for a walk through my neighborhood, people aren’t looking at me through their windows wondering what I’m doing and what my intentions are.
I’ve been pulled over, and as the police officer approached my window I was digging through my console looking for my insurance without even thinking twice about it.
I’ve walked down a dark street with a hood on and my face covered to keep warm. I didn’t have to think about it
I do a lot of things, a lot of things that I’m not even aware of, that I wouldn’t do if I were black, because I don’t get it. Because I don’t have to live it.
I’m white, I’ll never fully “get it”
But the more we educate ourselves. The more we do our part to understand. The more we are willing to speak out about racism and the things in this world that are wrong. The more we will be able to help.
I might “get it” a little more than a lot of white people.
I knew one day we would have to have the conversations. I was hoping he would be older.
Yesterday we explained to our son how some people will look at him different, and treat him different because he is black.
I’m scared that one day this beautiful, happy, kind boy that is filled with so much love, could have something bad happen to him…
Because he is black
He’s the most amazing kid. Everyone that knows him LOVES him. But there are going to be times in his life that someone doesn’t see that beautiful, loving boy. They just see the black kid and all the stereotypes that live in their head.
Nelson Mandela said, “No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin or his background or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”
“I can’t end racism. I can’t change what happened to George Floyd. I don’t even know a black person, there’s nothing I can do.”
If that’s what you’re telling yourself, you are wrong.
We are all in this.
Your voice matters
Your silence hurts
“If people can learn to hate, they can be taught to love”
Change will only come from a place of love and it starts inside each and every one of us.