Ferguson – I Don’t Know How We Got Here and I Don’t Know How We Get Out
Just in the last thirty days, the above four men have died at the hands of police. The circumstances were different in all four cases with the exception of two very real and frightening facts – they were all unarmed, and they were all black.
After watching the recent live stream of the protest in Ferguson and the militarization of their police force, I’ve been at a loss for words. My anger has been scattered by disbelief, and my sadness mingled with confusion. I find myself thinking over and over, “This is not my country. I do not live here. This can’t be happening. This is not America”.
I don’t have the right words for these events. I cannot begin to know what my black friends are feeling at this moment. I cannot know…but I can listen…
and I am.
I am listening with open ears and an open heart.
I consider myself a woman of color because of my Asian ethnicity and olive skin… I am no stranger to stereotyping or the occasional racial slur…
But I have not felt like my life was in danger because of my color.
I did however, marry a very white man and my boys appear… well, they appear white. It’s wrong but true that I am relieved and grateful for that.
The recent events in Ferguson are terrifying. I am dazed and unsure how to proceed in this time-warped country that now seems so strange and hateful…
I don’t know how we got here…
and I don’t know how we get out.
So I will follow the lead of my black friends.
I will speak out. I will support.
I will lend my shoulders when the work against racial bias feels too heavy to hold…
and I will hope with all my might that I will someday see a time when I need not be so grateful for my sons’ white-ness.
PS – Posts worth reading on the subject:
Pay Attention and Come to Your Own Conclusions – by Chris Lema
Racial Bias, police brutality, and the dangerous act of being black – by Kristen Howerton
Affected – by Karen Walrond