Black Lives Matter
Black lives matter. I’ll say it again because I was wrong before. Black. Lives. Matter. On July 7, 2016, I posted #AllLivesMatter and I see now the error in my thinking. Before detailing my mistake, a little context. Thanks to my parents, I’ve spent most of my life color blind. I grew up with black, Hispanic, and Asian friends. When I was old enough to understand sexuality, I had LGB friends. For a few years, I lived with one of my best friends – a gay, black man, or as he liked to phrase it, “a six foot white woman trapped in a black man’s body.” Tolerance and color blindness, you get the idea. Flash forward to 2016.
Then, the first black President was still in office. While I wasn’t as naive as some in believing racism was eradicated, the country appeared to have made tremendous strides forward and I believed it was on the decline. Why did I believe that? Because every experience with my black friends and coworkers said so. I believed these friends and coworkers were the rule and not the exception. Then the Presidential elections happened.
Now, the country is teetering on a precipice. Many of our political leaders are either actively working to push us over the edge or passively enabling those who would. With so many sowing division, I believed my color blindness put me firmly on the side with my black friends and coworkers. Then I watched Emmanuel Acho’s Uncomfortable Conversations with a Black Man. Each version has opened my eyes in different ways that I wasn’t expecting. The conversations are powerful and I now want to have similar conversations with my friends and coworkers.
Here is part one:
Part two with Matthew McConaughey:
Part three with Chip & Joanna Gaines and kids: