I’ve got 3 or 4 different blog posts rattling around in my head. It’s been hard for me to organize my thoughts with everything that’s been going on with Resources Unite and with everything in Ferguson, and now New York City. The more I learn, the more I don’t understand. Everyday it seems like I’m reading another article that reinforces that reality that black lives do not matter or that I’m meeting someone who has fallen through the cracks and is in a state of complete despair.
It’s hard for me to comprehend these realities.
But I’m trying. I’m really trying to empathize with what it must be like to be black in America. Would I too feel the hurt and rage that so many others feel right now? And if so, why would I feel that way? What brought me to the point in which I no longer trust or feel compelled to riot and loot?
I also imagine reaching out to Resources Unite requesting basic needs and feeling so completely hopeless. Call after call and Facebook message after Facebook message, one thing is abundantly clear:
There a lot of people in our community that are not getting the help they need and are feeling completely alone, while being judged by so many.
In both scenarios I feel disconnected. I don’t feel part of my community. It’s obvious that the majority doesn’t care. If they only would take a moment to see life through my eyes. I see the endless online comments that judge people like me. You don’t want me here. I get it. There’s so much hate.
Take a moment though. Please. Imagine what it must be like for people who are not like you. What you will find is that the people we all find so easy to judge and condemn are just like you and me.
We are no different. We are the same.