What’s on my mind? You may be sorry you asked. But here it is. I can’t help noticing that national news is pressing on the race riot button. “…the highest level of racial tension since the 60’s”…the upcoming convention…1800 riot police billeted at Case Western Reserve…3 guys shot in Norfolk, VA, yesterday while they sat in their car and listened to music…
I also notice that the efforts of hundreds of thousands of peaceful protesters around my country have had an oceanic effect on people who are not the news – people like you and me who have sought and found many examples of human kindness between shades of color, police and citizens, people of good will who have begun the necessary dialogue to heal themselves and one another.
Why is this thread not continuing to be followed? We’ve begun the dialogue. We’ve told the truth about the simple wisdom of “Black Lives Matter”, exposing the hateful lies that have circulated about it for months. We want to know each other again, to clasp hands and re-neighbor one another.
But (cue the shark attack music) the big stories now involve us all being ready to erupt in killing and burning again. What’s up? Well, maybe this is a way of getting us nervous enough that we’ll watch TV over the next weeks, waiting for the violence that is sure to come. I feel manipulated out of my sense of the rightness of peaceful protest and Clevelanders joining hands this weekend to circle the city in love.
Down deep, I believe that racial hatred from whites comes from a knowledge of how much hurt we have caused people of color since arriving here many hundreds of years ago. We know that our behavior toward others has been so foul that if we ever let them up from under our feet, they will come for us and kill us all. And now, white middle-aged fearers and fear mongerers around the world are onto the fact that more people of color exist than they do. White supremacy has just destroyed the British Empire and threatens the rest of the European Union. African American, Latino, Muslim faces will be the dominant ones in a few years. Oh, horror!!!!!
So, at the bottom of this latest media flurry of fear is the fact that one very sad, sick, and world-weary black veteran shot back. Prayers for the shooter? How dare they? Well, I’m angry as hell. I resent being ordered into another race war; I resent it down to my toes! Does anyone else feel that way? © Lucia Weinroth, 7/14/62