I cry every time I see this.
The blatant, accepted, normalized practice of violence against black people isn’t that far removed. If you’re about my age, it’s likely that you had great grandparents who walked the earth, and having a complacency about violence against enslaved people as a means of resolving issues.
I cry when I see this because sometimes I feel as though nothing has changed. Violence against black women is still normalized. The disrespect of black love and disregard for black feelings. The helplessness I see in their eyes reflects off of my own. Feeling trapped by a system that hates you as much as you hate it. Not being able to logically appeal to those who would never do this to a person who looked like them.
I seek freedom with my every breath. And the cyciclal nature of this video— how they try to run off because slavery is evil and twisted, but are brought back in by those who they tried to escape and they’re punished for trying to be free.
I think of that when I imagine watching NC3, the place where I used to work, shut down. It was a simple strategic escape and the culture that could wipe out all the evil we see and experience every day. But it got shut down because funding wasn’t enough. They don’t use whips to maintain the status quo anymore. The oppressive systems we experience use a psychological torment like nothing I can think of in the history of the human experience.
We are so brainwashed we hate our own skin. Children come home to their mom and dad crying because they aren’t white and they see it! They see the way white children are coddled and loved and respected and given grace when they make childish mistakes. Our children are criminalized and kicked out of school and demonized before their baby fat grows out of their cheeks.
It is vile and invasive and runs through our flesh like worms out of a pig’s filth. Even though I see it, I often find myself finding a cold shadow of comfort in the lies that I must constantly battle.
I speak of injustice when I see it on tv not even so much to let people know that I see it. I have to counteract it immediately so I don’t let myself lay comlacent in the negativity of popular culture that aims to disrespect us by lying about human fucking nature!
I refuse. I will keep breathing and fill my lungs with the complex elements of the universe that have existed far before civilizations turned their back on caring for communities and spun down to one knee to serve the frightened sociopaths who aim to pull our mariannet strings to ensure they never fear for their safety.
Watch this clip. Cry. Scream at it.
And then wipe your tears. Wipe them with full knowledge that you are autonomous, yet you and this universe belong together. You are the product of stars, and no system can completely erase your connection to it, your connection to other living things and know this. Know that you have the power to change systems, and the shift is happening now.