I have been silent for the most part when it comes to the
story of #TrayvonMartin. I was vocal and just as outraged as the rest of the
nation when news first broke that a young 17 unarmed boy was killed while
walking home from a store. My call for justice was that the known suspect would
be taken into custody and that we allowed the courts to handle it. Through the
course of the 28 or 29 day trial, I have stayed away from the news and anything
remotely close to the case. Sometimes though that is easier said than done; in
what I was trying to separate myself from, I got sucked in. Into the disgusting
way a young woman was viewed by the public who commented on how she spoke, the
fact that she lied about her age etc. Into the social media day to day response
about what was happening in the court room and what would be the outcome. On
Saturday a verdict was laid down- “Not guilty.” And like many others, my social
media outlets erupted. I have been tuning in at a distance so as not to be
emotionally wrapped up in what is happening. Seeing the comments from all sides
is stressful: there are those who comment that race should not be a factor,
there are those who say that in the value of justice, our system did what it
was supposed to, there are those who are outraged, who feel let down by a
system that continuously tells them their lives are not valuable or worthy
enough for “guilty.” In seeing this back and forth I have wanted to comment, I
have wanted to scream, cry out and shout.
In the wake of it all I was only able to post this:
My silence isn't because I don't have a ton to
say. My silence is because I don't know HOW
to say it..
I have been reading my news feed, and taking in a lot of comments. Some points I agree with and some points I disagree with. I have been seeing posts on Twitter and through other media outlets, and have seen the arguments from both sides. But my heart still weeps because in spite of our arguing a young man is still dead and we are no more closer to a better society.
I know now is the time to vent, to speak from your emotion, but I do hope that people take time to think before they speak. What we are seeing as a result of the Zimmerman Trial is just emotion. What comes later when the "smoke settles," is a time for healing and you can't heal if you spent this time shooting other people down.
Healing means a time for ALL people to come together and grieve. Because we lost a human life and collectively we lost a part of our development as a better society.
So don't mistake my silence for not paying attention, I am simply seeking discernment and wisdom because despite our differences of opinion today, I NEED you in order to survive this life tomorrow...
I have been reading my news feed, and taking in a lot of comments. Some points I agree with and some points I disagree with. I have been seeing posts on Twitter and through other media outlets, and have seen the arguments from both sides. But my heart still weeps because in spite of our arguing a young man is still dead and we are no more closer to a better society.
I know now is the time to vent, to speak from your emotion, but I do hope that people take time to think before they speak. What we are seeing as a result of the Zimmerman Trial is just emotion. What comes later when the "smoke settles," is a time for healing and you can't heal if you spent this time shooting other people down.
Healing means a time for ALL people to come together and grieve. Because we lost a human life and collectively we lost a part of our development as a better society.
So don't mistake my silence for not paying attention, I am simply seeking discernment and wisdom because despite our differences of opinion today, I NEED you in order to survive this life tomorrow...
Ella Baker, a SHEro of the Civil Rights movement once said "Remember,
we are not fighting for the freedom of the Negro alone, but for the freedom of
the human spirit a larger freedom that encompasses all mankind.”
I guess, that quote is a great starting place for this
conversation. This case for me fundamentally is at the fault of all of us. We
allowed a system in which it was okay for someone to stereotype another person
and cause loss of a young life. We allowed a system where a flawed gun law
protected him.
To those of my friends who do not identify with Black or
African- American, until you have walked in my shoes, you will NEVER understand
the emotions and thoughts that I go through, most especially when it is
heightened in moments such as these. Making comments, posting status updates
and sharing articles about what you believe is flawed, is your way of being
able to contribute to the conversation. But what I ask instead of discounting,
undermining and telling me my feelings are not valid, that you take time to
listen. Do not dismiss me, us..
To my friends who might not identify with the Black/
African- American Community, our outrage is not simply because of
#TrayvonMartin, our outrage is what he represents- the COLLECTIVE GRIEVANCES,
EMOTIONAL STRESS and LOSS OF LIFE . Trayvon will never again be an individual,
instead he will be the heartache that a community feels.
When you say we don’t understand the justice system,
understand that historically the justice system has time and time again, let
this community down. Understand that you are speaking from a place of privilege
without having to have this history as your backdrop. When more of our Black
men are in jail or their murders are not upheld in the same rate or fashion of
those of other races it becomes an issue. When Trayvon was killed, it was on
the heels of series of misses by the justice system- see Sean Bell, see Oscar
Grant; Two cases that recently saw lax responses by the courts when the deaths
of these two individuals was unnecessary.
While I understand your wanting to remove the Black/White
Binary that litters this story today, you also have to understand that there IS
no running away from it. It lives in the very fabric of what this country is
and until we are comfortable to talk about it we will never get away from it. A
friend shared an article during the aftermath of the case, where the Black
author was questioned by her white friend who said “Why are you (my Black
friend) so sensitive to race.” This question sparked a lot of frustration by
the author, echoing several points that I have listed and will list through
this blog. But it also raised this one for me- why do you (her white friend)
think that you are NOT sensitive to it? In quickly dismissing our feelings, by
saying we are sensitive to race, I believe that you are showing how sensitive you
are to it. On the one hand you have Black individuals who are happy to confront
the issues of race- if that calls us sensitive, because we are no longer
willing to allow race conversations to be these subtle digs in our lives, than
SORRY, NOT SORRY!!! But in your statement it reminds me that you are not to
easily able to confront it either.
To those who say we live in a post-racial society, PLEASE do
some research, spend some time talking to those of us in the community who
constantly feel the pressures of the world around us. Yes, some of it is an
ingrained sense of anxiety, but the other part of it is reality—too often it gets
dismissed by others of our community saying we are “playing the race card,” and
at other times it gets dismissed by other communities because they feel like we
are past the tense race issues of the past. Because there are no dogs, fire
hoses, cross burnings and lynchings, doesn’t mean that race conflict does not
exist in this country. Because you can’t see it and touch it, doesn’t mean it’s
not real. You don’t know my reality, our reality and the privilege you have is
that you don’t have to know or feel that reality. But you must at least respect
that it exists. You must at least have an interest in recognizing that it is an
experience that we have. And you must accept the privilege that you have in not
dealing with it the way we do.
In moments like these, my frustration lays in the WHEN will
we be at the point. I think for our community we continue to have situations
like these that we just "add to the pile," and I think people misunderstand
that our outrage and outcry isn't because of this one situation, but that it
adds to the collective grieving historically that our community has been faced
with.. But I caution our community in these moments to use terms, "Like
not in our lifetime." I want the WHEN to happen IN my lifetime.
At the core of Trayvon Martin is this misunderstood sense of
Justice. We have this idea that Justice is mean to do something for good an
evil. That Justice means retribution. In this case specifically, “not guilty”
did not deny the fact that George Zimmerman is at fault for the death of
Trayvon Martin. What “not guilty” did was say that George Zimmerman acted in
his right to protect himself. It said that there wasn’t enough evidence to prove
that he acted out of his turn. I know that this is a tough thing for many of us
to understand, but I think we all need to take a step back. This should
invigorate us to take politics and government more seriously, we should be
moved to educate ourselves, our peers and our community about the system and we
should work to make it work for us. In this time, the parents of Trayvon Martin
need healing. He is no longer just their son. Like the many Black boys, known
and unknown, Trayvon became ours. He became the image that we can add to the
story that is so cloudy and painful. He will never just be theirs alone and
this is their time to regroup to grieve again and to have that peace.
Before we ask them to take up our stripes even more, we need
to give them time. I urge our leaders who speak about this case to be mindful
that there are some people who just simply don’t know. While we argue that it
is 2013, we can’t expect them to know in a time and in a country that is unwilling
to make it matter.
So going back to Ms. Baker’s quote—Trayvon is our son. His
story is our story and it is our responsibility to make up for our mistakes and
failures so that we do not have another Trayvon story in our future. Until then, " a plague on both your houses." A line from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. When the bickering of the families was much greater than the loss of life of both Romeo and Juliet.
The denial of both communities to acknowledge their insecurities, privileges and lack of will power to discuss race- a Plague on us. Shame on us!
I hope that more than anything this life of 17, continues to spark a conversation. We have more work to do.
That's all she wrote!