If you see this headline and feel like retorting, “All Lives Matter”, think twice. The reason Black lives matter is exactly because ALL lives should matter.
I’ve had real difficulty writing posts here this week. On Twitter and Facebook, my usually uplifting posts as a gardener, writer, wife, mother and lover of nature and country life have been replaced by information on how all of us can be allies, instead of silent bystanders on the tragedies taking place in the US.
Yes. “Taking place.” A Black business owner in his fifties, a friend to local police, was shot by police who fired on protesters this week.
This violence against Black citizens never seems to end. It never seems to bloody end. And it frightens me. For America, for the world, and for my own relatives — dozens of relatives who are American.
I’m used to being the soft voice of reason in my family, but I find my anger bubbling up. I pray, I meditate, and I stroll in the garden. But these days, I don’t find the total peace that my faith and being in such an idyllic place with its woods, stream and flowers usually provide me. I simply can’t.
I find myself saying the same words to my American loved ones that I said during the worst of the pandemic: “Stay safe. Stay well”. But my meaning is different. And perhaps this is a time we all have to become a bit less safe.
Quite frankly, it concerns me for my White American friends and relatives too. I know from your responses over the years that many of my blogger friends are appalled by the treatment of Black people. I know that some of you are committing small acts of courage to fight back against injustice.
There can be no peace as long as Black lives matter less than that of Whites.
Here in Canada, we sometimes pretend to be immune to what happens in the US. It has never been true. We have our racists too. And the election of your president has emboldened racism and bigotry in our country. The impact is undeniable.
We are not immune. And having so many American relatives and friends, I cannot be immune. Yes, your well-being matters to me too, regardless of your race.
As you can imagine, I cannot afford to be a bystander. I’m a Black woman. My own Black daughter and White son-in-law live in the USA. My sisters, great-aunts and their families. I’m a Black mother, wife, grandmother, sister, aunt, cousin, niece and in-law to a whole bunch of Americans whom I love.
As I said on Twitter, I need my non-Black friends to be allies. I know that some people will unfollow me when I ask them to help, when I ask them to not look away. But many of you know my heart and I believe I know yours.
Thanks for reading. Thanks for being there. Thanks for the good that you have done and will do.