I’m tired.
People hit me up all weekend to ask me what I thought of recent developments in Ferguson. Unfortunately it was all white people. White people whom I care about…deeply. It’s like they were salivating, waiting for me to denounce my people. Celebrating the release of the video of Mike in the store and dying for me to eat my anger and my angst. “Those savages in Ferguson needed police in riot gear to keep them calm.” That is a real quote from someone I considered a close friend.
I don’t have the emotional fortitude to “fight” those who ARE loved ones. I’m devastated.
I don’t know how to swallow this. Not the developments in Ferguson…this removal of hoods from people I love. I’m not a violent person. I’m not an anarchist. I have never shot or even held a gun. But I don’t deny people their rage when we are being murdered by those sworn to protect and serve at a rate of 2 every week. 2.every.fucking.week.
Cops are not executioners. Petty theft (IF it occurred) is not punishable by the death penalty.
This whole situation is changing me and I don’t know that it is for the better. I desperately need some healing in my life and in this country. I trust no one right now and it hurts so badly.
I keep finding myself in tears….the kind that slowly trickle down your face. The kind you don’t even know are there until vision is obscured or one drips from the tip of your nose. I keep looking at Nia and wondering what the fuck I am supposed to teach her? How am I supposed to guide HER when I feel so very fucking lost myself? I have so many questions and so many hurts.
The store owner said today that he never called the cops. Should I throw that down like a joker in a spades game? Maybe? But I don’t have the energy because THESE people…these are the people I thought were the exceptions. The people whom I believed saw me…in my entirety. The people who I would have sworn were better than this. So now what? Am I just a horrible judge of character? Or is racism so insidious that it lies in the heart and mind of every single person in the world? I have NO answers.
I don’t want to even be RIGHT anymore. I just want to be FELT. I just want the people whom I love to be my motherfucking allies and not more people for me to fight, explain and justify my fucking existence to. God this shit hurts so much.
And you know I don’t expect lock step agreement from the people in my life but damn must I agree to disagree about my very humanity?!?!?!
HRHDana 
must i agree to disagree about my very humanity… that STINGS to read. to type. to consider.
fuck that shit hurts
It hurt to type. Sighs
I love you Dana. I hate you’re hurting so deeply. I HATE that you’re in so much pain. I HATE that you are doing your best to raise ‘The Baby’ and this cruel, cold world has you lost & bewildered. I HATE IT ALL, FOR.YOU.
I love you Nina. I love you so much
I love you most.
Thank you for sharing this Dana, it helps, it soothes, it heals others through the pain of your words.
I hope so Cream. I truly hope so.
“I just want the people whom I love to be my motherfucking allies and not more people for me to fight, explain and justify my fucking existence to. God this shit hurts so much.”
Every bit of this! I almost screamed, until I realized I was at work. I have had to tune out and ignore quite a few people (MY PEOPLE) who argue: “What about ‘Black on Black’ crime?” “What about the White boy killed by a Black officer?” “Why are you posting about Ferguson (and race issues) one minute and funny messages, the next?”
In spite of all of this, THANK YOU for your words, Dana. Truly.