What Do I Say?

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Back in May when George Flyod was brutally murdered, I was faced with the harsh reality of my privilege. I realized that I treated race with the washed out whiteness of ‘love’ and ‘faith.’ I loved everyone, so everyone was the same. If only this beautiful, religious bubble were true. Everyone is not treated the same, especially not in America. My privilege of choosing blindness to color, literally blinded me from the truth. But as the proverbial scales fell from my eyes, I could not return to my blindness any more than I could return to thinking that all people were treated the same. Racism permeates every level of society. It is shoved so close to our faces that we miss it until we miraculously catch a glimpse. We are seeped in it from the day we are born to the day we die. And it is literally deadly. I studied history and was disgusted by the ‘antiquated’ views and ‘outdated’ treatment from the dawn of our country to the Civil Rights movement and I was grateful that our country had outgrown that way of thinking. You can see how my privilege completely masked the reality of the world I was living in. Not only do those ‘antiquated’ thoughts and actions continue to exist, but they exist to an overwhelming degree. I have been reading and acting and changing since that day in May because, for me, I could never go back to ignorance or tolerance or silence. I wrote the poem below that very first day I connected the dots. Now hearing the devastating news of Breonna Taylor’s complete lack of justice, it seems just as relevant. We need to change, the systems need to change, and we need to stop the senseless violence and hate that’s taught to us from our infancy generation after generation. It starts with us and it continues with educating, speaking out, and voting. Let us do our part to grow and change – many precious lives depend on it.









What do I say? by Abigail Laura









What do I say to my boys





As they watch me digest the news





The news that is engulfing our lives





Ripping us apart





Showing our weaknesses





Taking over our thoughts





I say the truth:





I’m not doing enough





This is wrong





We must change





We’ll start right now





By starting, we’ll take one day at a time





One moment of realization at a time





Reading





Talking





Donating





Educating





Setting an example





To change the next generation





As they grow





We’ll start with us





We won’t forget in a week





We will change





Slowly and surely





Because once you see things as they are





You can’t stay silent





And you can’t stay the same.









Pictured above are my two sons with one of the many books I have gotten to teach lessons of race, kindness, bravery, and love.

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Published on September 25, 2020 09:05
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