understanding looters

If I as a peaceful person can understand looters, what does that say about me?

That I am African-American and have been called nigger?

That I have witnessed racism?

That I have a black son and have feared for his life during his whole life?

That I have been hopeless and understand hopelessness?

That I’ve been at the end of my rope before and felt like I had nothing left to lose?

That I’ve been abused and been angry and wanted to lash out?

That I’m a Christian and try to love all people, including the criminals, the violent and the misunderstood?

That I’m tired of the police killing my people like we are roaches?

That I’m tired of smiling at white people so they’ll think I’m one of the good ones?

That I understand what it’s like to be fed up?

That I’ve had to live my life between a white world and black world?

That some things are not easy and that I appreciate the complexity?

You tell me….

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3 thoughts on “understanding looters

  1. I hear you, and, in m own way, I relate. ..
    If I as a peaceful person can understand fury, what does that say about me?
    That I am Jewish-American and have been called kike?
    That I have witnessed racism, anti-Semitism and hatred for just folks who are different?
    That I have children and I have feared for their lives and for the lives of other mothers’ children?
    That I have been hopeful, but understand hopelessness?
    That I keep trying to climb to the top of those ropes, but for many, those ropes have been–and still are the bonds of slavery?
    That my people have been abused and killed, and while some lashed out, most didn’t, or couldn’t?
    That I’m a Jew and try to love all people, but it’s really hard to love those who want us wiped off the face of the earth?
    That I’m tired of anyone killing any mother’s child, period.
    That I am tired of smiling at anti-Semitic people so they’ll think I’m one of the good ones?
    That I understand what it’s like to be fed up with some of the things my fellow Jews say and do?
    That I’ve lived my life in America, a world filled with people of all colors, all wanting happiness?
    That some things are not easy and that I appreciate the complexity?

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