It’s Can’t Be Just Another Day

It’s like déjà vu. Over and over and over again, we hear accounts of officer involved shootings of unarmed black and brown folks. Increasingly we don’t just hear about it because there’s video. And yet, society, represented by a jury of peers, tell us that it’s our fault that we keep being murdered by law enforcement.

Today, another murderer was freed after a jury found him not guilty of 2nd degree manslaughter in the killing of Philando Castille.

It’s just another day in America.

It’s just another day to explain to my daughter how her life is worth less in this world; that her being and essence are a seen as a threat.

It’s another day to experience anger, depression, grief, rage, sadness and frustration. It’s another day to feel helpless and hopeless because the evidence that my life and the lives of my daughter, my friends, my family are perceived as genuinely worthless.

We’re told to comply and complain later in order to see another day. We’re told to just allow the humiliation to run its course in order to take our next breath. We’re told to just know our place and assimilate, as our acceptance is based on our proximity to whiteness, in order to continue our life journey.

It’s just another day of lost dreams, of shattered hope and of more oppression.

It’s another day to wrestle with how to keep Hope safe from the folks who are designated to handle public safety.

It’s another day to hear folks who are cloaked in white privilege say I’m over reacting because I’m not like those black folks. It’s just another day with a wedge attempting to split a pained community.
it’s just another day in the hood.

It’s summer, and folks will be out and about. Do you think about your safety the way I think about mine? Is your safety protocol like mine? Are your blues like mine?

Or is it just another day in which this isn’t your problem?

It’s everyone’s problem. It’s our problem to stop guys who gun down members of Congress, and it’s our problem to address poor policing that results in citizens being gunned down through excessive force policing.

Don’t let tomorrow just be another day. Don’t let me have to carry this burden alone. Be apart of the village that comes together to love, to critique and to change.

It just can’t be another day marred by marginalized grief.



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