Last year, just after George Floyd was killed, I asked myself, “Why does that ‘Black Lives Matter’ slogan feel familiar?” And discovered that I’d first heard it when Trayvon Martin was killed 7 years earlier.
Seven years of my blissful ignorance of killings and abuses heaped upon people of color. My mother taught me to care about injustice. I was ashamed. But that’s not the point.
The point is that it just keeps happening. Year after year after decade after century.
This post isn’t prompted by news of Rittenhouse or Ahmaud Arbery. It’s simply about noticing, remembering, and acting. Me, I wear a Black Lives Matter wristband 24/7 to wake daily reminded, and I give a bit each month to the Equal Justice Initiative, because that’s the topic I’m most moved by. Popcorn Press’s chosen charity is Feeding America; EJI is mine.
We white folk can’t afford to forget. And we can’t afford to do nothing. There are so many other causes riding on it.
Talk about it. Read about it. Do something about it. Giving is easy.
If you disagree with this post, *sigh*, please don’t bother commenting. It isn’t for you. It’s for family, friends, and fans. There’s a struggle going on, and we can put our shoulder to the burden, if we’re willing to follow. Message me if you’re at a loss as to where to start. Maybe I can help. Or maybe you can help point me.