I'M FUCKING REPOSTING MY SHIT AGAIN BECAUSE I'M LOSING MY MIND AND I CAN'T SCREAM WHERE I'M AT RIGHT NOW IN THIS CRUEL BABARIC JOKE OF A CIVILIZED WORLD
IF I HEAR ONE MORE PERSON TALKING ABOUT "protesting the right way" or "if you look into his background you can tell that he used to".....
I'MA FUCKING...
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Why are black people protesting ?
To me, it's very simple.
Black people are not primarily protesting now because of what has happened the past 400 years.
Black people are protesting now because of what is still happening.
Black people are protesting now because their current reality is that the moment they stop protesting, they will be forced to go back to live a life that is simply no longer acceptably liveable.
A life is no longer acceptably liveable, when you are doomed to exist in a national environment, where the PERCEIVED constant risk of being mercilessly put down like an unwanted animal, is not the product of your own irrational fear, but a HEARTBREAKINGLY accurate risk-assessment analysis of your actual day to day experience.
Mind and soul. Under fire. Under a threat of lethal violence. Constantly.
PERCEIVED and HEARTBREAKINGLY.
Psychological and emotional.
Stress
Pressure
FEAR
Too much for too long and NOT a single sign of it ever stopping.
On and on. And on and on.
Just on and on, until the fear finally gets you.
And then your mind breaks. And your heart breaks.
And they win. And you lose.
And that will be the end.
UNLESS
YOU - FIGHT - BACK
Not just with words. Not just through voting. Not just through organizations.
YOU FIGHT BACK WITH EVERYTHING.
Because when you have next to nothing, and you have nothing because they really want you to have even less than that.
YOU FIGHT BACK WITH EVERYTHING YOU GOT
Black people are not protesting because they are getting shot down, stabbed up, kicked around and spit on.
Black people are protesting because they can't breathe.
At all.
They can't afford to relax. They can't afford let their guard down. They can't afford to chill.
Ever.
Because when they do, they die.
OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND...
Because what's happening is really not about discrimination, profiling, stigmatization, stereotyping, and...
No. Just no.
Terrorism.
It's about terrorism.
An act of terror can kill a handful of people, but breed crippling fear into a population of millions.
Millions.
Stochastic terrorism.Trump. Institutional terrorism.The police. Structural terrorism. The prison system.
Physical terrorism. Dylan Roof.
Black people are the victims of a never ending terrorism attack.
T E R R O R I S M.
Always, everywhere, in the streets, in a shop, at work, even in their homes.
EVEN WHEN SLEEPING IN THEIR OWN HOMES.
That is why black people are protesting.
They are protesting because they can't sleep
They are are protesting because they can't take a walk
They are protesting because they can't work.
They are protesting because they can't sleep
They can't not even sleep in their own homes.
They can't afford to relax. They can't afford let their guard down. They can't afford to chill.
They - can't - breathe
They can't breathe and they don't want to die.
They want to live.
They want to be able to live and breathe.
Live and breathe and not die.
Like you, like me and everyone else.
They want to live.
They want to breathe
Breathe.
In and out.
Breathe.
Again and again.
And again and again.
Live
Breathe
And not die.
So why am I, a white man, writing this.
Why I am claiming to know why black people are protesting.
Like I said in the beginning.
To me, it's simple.
It's simple because If I was black, I would protest too.
Fight back with everything I had in me. Fight back in any way I could possibly, and even impossibly, fight back.
And I would not stop fighting.
I would not stop.
Not stop.
EVER
Not until I could live again, could breathe again, could sleep again.
No, not until I could sleep again and not die.
