I cried this morning.
I was still in bed, scrolling through my social media feeds. Although I am fortunate to be surrounded by like-minded people, and every post I saw was supportive, understanding and empathetic, it was too much and I had to put my phone down. And then I realized… some of my dearest friends and FAMILY can’t ‘put it down.’ They live with this stigma for LIFE. Why? Because of the color of their skin. Writing that out makes me angry. In a world where there is more and more tolerance, why is this still okay in some parts and even ENCOURAGED by our own leader? It’s embarrassing, inhumane and downright disgusting.
So I cried. I cried for my black friends. I cried for my black family members. I cried for my black coworkers. I cried for every single black individual in this world. Because while I don’t know what it’s like to live in their shoes, I can cry for them, speak up for them, support them, and make sure they know that it’s not a ‘them vs. us’ it’s a collective US vs. RACISM.
I see you.
I support you.
I walk with you.
Until racism is laid to rest.
How can these cops sleep at night, knowing they killed someone in cold blood and the world is finally waking up to their heinous acts? How does their family look at them?