We live in a society where it is more disgraceful to kneel before a flag than to stand for racism.
Where the KKK is seen as a group of “fine people” with jobs. Families. Lives worth protecting.
And athletes taking a knee against hate are “sons of bitches” and must be fired.
Where the treatment of black people is seen as a fictional problem, narrated as a fantasy by people who haven’t experienced the struggle.
The struggle of not knowing if your child will make it through a protest demanding peace. Or a traffic stop. Or a lemonade stand.
The struggle of knowing that you are seen as less than innocent, pure, or a citizen.
The struggle of feeling like you’re unsafe in a country that preaches safety for its people.
We live in a country where the voices of the oppressed are silenced by the voices of the oppressors.
Where this is all seen as ok, and nothing will ever change.