Welcome to The Blog About Nothing. It’s the 23rd of September and once again there is unrest in our nation. I am tired of saying that but let me start off this blog by saying Rest in Peace to Terrence Crutcher and to Keith Scott. The two men senselessly lost their lives by becoming victims of police shootings. They add their names to the many that have seemingly been lost because of blue on black violence. I don’t know if there is any other way that I can say that.
I’m frustrated. I’m angry. Truth be told I don’t even want to post a blog today. My heart really is not in it, but I feel like putting some words down on the page might be the first step in alleviating the anger. So, let’s do this.
I am starting to sound like a broken record. I hate sounding like a broken record. I am tired of being frustrated and angry by yet another police shooting of an unarmed black man. I am tired of questioning the value of my life in these United States of America. Once again I am tired of seeing another black man’s life being memorialized with a Twitter hashtag.
I’m tired. Enough is enough. Yes, we are killing us, but they are also killing us. Once again … Black Lives Matter. The thing that frustrates me the most while there is uproar over Colin Kaepernick and other athletes who choose to kneel or raise a fist during the National Anthem, there is not nearly enough uproar (for my liking, anyway) over yet another killing of an unarmed black man by those who are sworn to serve and protect.
What frustrates me more, is rioting. I have said this before, but destroying your communities is not the answer. What is going on in Charlotte right now, pisses me off. The burning, the looting, the violence is not the answer. Kneeling down in protest might not be the answer to some as well, but there must be a peaceful way to show anger.
However, I have said that before. There’s that broken record again. I really hate that I’m sounding like one. Why I hate sounding like a broken record should be clear: racism is still alive. It may never die and that is the saddest thing ever.
Case in point, take the words of United States Congressman Robert Pittenger. Pittenger whose district covers part of Charlotte, stated recently that the protestors of Keith Scott’s murder “hate white people because white people are successful and they’re not”. A man elected to government can make such a statement and yet people are baffled at the sense of protest among black people. Unbelievable.
It is in this climate of overt and covert racism that makes people explode the way that they have, but I still cannot get on board with the burning and the looting. Destroying your own community, destroying the few resources that willingly operate in the community, does not make sense to me. It’s like cutting off your nose to spite your face. It is counterproductive but I guess angry people are going to show their anger. I might not get it, condone it, or champion it, but it is what it is.
As I stated in the intro, my heart really is not into blogging this week. I’m angry, sad, and honestly I’m at a loss for words. I’m frustrated of logging onto Twitter and seeing another name memorialized with a hashtag. I’m tired of the protests. I’m tired of logging onto social media and seeing people that I think were friends’ spout off words of hate or show their lack of compassion and understanding. To be honest, I have had to unfriend three people this past week. Why? They don’t get it and they never will and I’m tired of dealing with folks like that.
You don’t need to agree with me. I don’t care if you do or do not, but I don’t have to deal with ignorance. Not right now. Not when I feel the way I do.
I’m done. Thanks for reading.
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