It’s been on my mind these past days.
Jordan Edwards. Fifteen. He didn’t deserve this. He should’ve lived. To continue school, to be successful. To have his own family. He didn’t deserve to be a victim of racism. Don’t say it isn’t, because it is.
What, just because there is a car full of young black men, your masculinity feels threatened? Police are supposed to protect us, and what is this? The thing is, this police was after the wrong kids, but the kids he was after would have been at the hands of this wrongfulness as well. They insist that they are “protecting”, but nothing. bad. was happening. We all know that if it was a group of white male teens they probably wouldn’t have so much as a hair touched. A party where underage drinking was occurring. Look kids in high school and look at college. If you want to crack down on underage drinking, don’t take a young boy’s life away. A life that wanted to pursue everything he thought he could have. A life that was taken away too soon.
So how can you protect if there wasn’t a situation that needed protecting from? I don’t want to grow up in fear because my three nephews can’t live the life they want. That they have to fear people constantly scrutinizing them just by the color of their skin. They should grow up to aspire who they want to be, with an education and with a family.
I don’t need to grow up because I’m fearful for my dad and brothers just by the color on their skin.
I don’t need to feel as though I can’t walk around without someone stopping me.
He did not deserve this, and those who have came and passed due to the acts of systemic racism did not deserve this. I want black men and women to feel as though they have a future and to know that they are supported. I don’t want them to be scared on the streets or fear for their safety. I want them to live. I will not stop fighting for them. For us. For me.
Who knows when these unjust acts will stop, but we can’t stop fighting. And it may seem like, but we march or gather together and it still happens. Yes, but if we give people the benefit of the doubt that we no longer care, who knows what the effects of that could be. Whether you’re a POC or not, stand in the fight with your POC friends and family. Let them know you are fighting because you care for their future and that you care for their safety. None of us except those who were there that night truly know what happen, but we can guess and that guess can make movements grow and voices heard. It breaks my heart, but I want to be able to fuel those emotions into the actions of taking a stand for those who have gone.
I am here for you, and I’m not backing down now.