Generally speaking, I hate blogs. They never go "right", and usually when I'm writing, I'm mentally midway to my point and I wish you already knew the first half. Oh well...here we go.
I remember that day vividly. My sister calling me, asking me to voice my support, my concern, my thoughts on social media. My response? "For what. It has nothing to do with me". The scenario? Trayvon Martin was just murdered. For? Well for nothing. To me, in my naive nature, the outcome was pretty simple & straight forward. The Justice System will do their part. Zimmerman will be found guilty of some count, more than likely not murder, but would still serve a decent amount of time. After the verdict I was confused. Nothing more, nothing less. Still I remained SILENT.
Weeks turned into Months, into years and I watched African American die at the hands of Police. Magically, I was no longer confused. I was angry. My anger was created because for months I watched, past classmates and coworkers, create narratives of justifications for individuals and situations they knew nothing about. Still I remained SILENT.
Then it affected me. CIAA came around and my opinion and voice forever shifted. The year I decided to fully opt out of working CIAA and enjoy it, just to realize I couldn't afford it, was amazing. Coming back to orchestrate a "clean up" was even more amazing. It's something about living in Charlotte the first week of February and being able to enjoy my weekend. Just to be told by your bartender "You might not wanna come next week, because 'they' are coming". Its something about businesses almost tripling their cost when an African American event comes into town, but when an event, such as Pride, comes into town, which brings more individuals and demand is just as high, nothing changes. Things became a little bit more easier to speak about and question. Maybe it my coworker making racial jokes about Blacks and thinking it was funny, you know: all they want is Chicken Wings & Hennessy or why do y'all only drink Ciroc and don't tip, and managers telling me "You just have to understand their side". Imagine explaining issues of your current employers questionable acts of discrimination on job Interviews. Imagine being a photographer and years later still answering for that employer. After that moment, I was no longer SILENT.
So many people are afraid to talk. They're afraid to lose friends, family and relationships. So they suffer within. As we all know at this moment, Donald Trump, the celebrity, has become president elect of the United States of America. For the past 72 Hours, individuals have become extremely emotional. Some are rejoicing, other are scared. Personally I think Donald Trump is racist, sexist and is dangerous for our Country. I mean he only called Mexicans rapist, Muslims terrorist and doesn't respect Women Rights. To him Inner City equates to African Americans. I would get to pending charges of rape, sexual assault and etc. but nobody cares. Nonetheless, this post isn't about him. It about everyone that is silent, Trump supporter or NOT. Many Trump supporters would argue, The Donald isn't racist, *eye roll*, and even if he was, their support doesn't mean they are racist. While I would like to call a spade, a spade, I suppose they MAY have a point. Whether I'm buying their dream is irrelevant, but let's say they have a point.
When you see acts of racism and unfairness, are you speaking out? I understand a lot of individuals would argue for or against Trump involvement with the KKK, but too many are silent on the Klan presence in 2016. I stated yesterday, Hilary and Trumps involvement with the Klan throughout their lives, and have the ability to run for POTUS, shows the greatest example of White Privilege I've seen in this world. Yesterday I witnessed a woman reference Blacks, Illegals, Prisoners, Black Lives Matter and Obama in one sentence, just to follow up with "I know Im suppose to care for the Downtrodden..." in the follow up sentence. I made my own conclusion of her statement, you can make yours also.
I ask again, when you see acts of discrimination, do you speak out? I understand the easiest route is ignoring the ignorance and carrying on with your life. In the past, I did just that. But then i noticed. My silence can be mistaken as acceptance.