I've been trying to process this week. I'm not doing a very good job honestly. Everyone in my family got the stomach bug. I ended up in the ER because of it. My best friend's Gram died. She wasn't my gram but she took me in as her own granddaughter the moment I met Liz almost 8 years ago. We drove to Savannah Sunday for the funeral and got back yesterday. I'm exhausted. I've been out of the loop. I'm tired and sad. And I finally get on Facebook, which I rarely do anyways...
And another innocent life... another boy, son, brother, person, human... another black human life taken by the gun of a white police officer for no. good. reason.
I'm going to be honest here.. I haven't read any articles. I'm too sad. I can't bring myself to do it. But I know what my friends, my black brothers and sisters... I know what they're saying. I see what they're posting.
This has been deemed a homicide, I last saw, which is progress.. I guess. We just need an indictment and conviction..
But I'm just.. I just.. I don't know. I have no words.
I'm sad. I'm sad people don't see the value of black lives. I'm sad people don't see the value of the lives of those different than ourselves.
God created us unique. He created us diverse. He created us in his image.
Can we please stop lying to ourselves and admit that America is rigged against those who aren't white. Please. It's in the print. It's in the headlines. It's heinous. It's despicable. It's fact.
White people get away with so much. We do. Step one. Admit it.
The stories I've heard from my black brothers and sisters about the things, normal things, like driving the speed limit or walking down the street, that they've gotten in trouble for is so sad and just doesn't make any sense.
Step two: advocate. Help. Fight injustice. Empathize. Become part of the movement. Don't ignore it. This is happening whether you want it to or not. Help the change happen, don't hinder it.
Honestly I'm still figuring out what that looks like. Writing this post makes me uncomfortable because I don't like making people uncomfortable. I don't like posting things on Facebook because I think Facebook is dumb. I definitely don't like talking about this on social media because so much gets lost in translation and tones are assumed and things tend to escalate really quickly. So I'm still trying to figure it out. But I'm not going to sit by and be silent either.
I'm sad. I'm tired. And this isn't even happening to me. But it's happening to my friends. It's happening to my family. And I can only imagine how sad and tired they are.
Pray. Pray for justice. Pray for change. Pray for eyes to be opened. Pray for communities and families to be healed. Pray for God to be known.
I'm going to end with a quote from my pastor:
Those who say "I love God," and hate their brothers and sisters, are liars; for those who do not love a brother or sister whom they have seen, cannot love God whom they have not seen.
Indifference is the most powerful form of hate. It is not active. It is not brash. It is nearly impossible to extinguish. #JordanEdwards