Let me just get this out of the way now:
If you choose not to agree with this statement, feel free to read no more.
I know I haven’t blogged in quite some time, but today, I am afraid.
Why am I afraid?
I’m afraid that my country is becoming divided like never before.
I’m afraid that the killings won’t stop.
I’m afraid that my black brothers and sisters who are like family to me will be unjustly treated. In fact, I’ve WATCHED my black brothers and sisters be unjustly treated, and it is gut-wrenching.
I am afraid because a man who I love and care for deeply is black. He is one of the kindest, gentlest humans I’ve ever known and he’s hurting.
I’m afraid because he’s afraid.
I’m afraid because I cannot help him feel less pain.
I’m afraid that I have a nephews who, although not black, are bi-racial.
I’m afraid because I see people I grew up with on Facebook saying, “this is not a problem.”
I’m afraid because I see so many of us losing hope.
I’m afraid because I feel helpless.
If we cannot peacefully protest; what do we do? If our Congress men and women will not listen to our pleas; what do we do? If I am a white, female, who has never been subject to racism; how can I help?
Please, tell me how I can help. I want to help so badly. I cannot watch another video of someone being murdered. I cannot wake up and turn on the news to find that another gun has taken another life. I cannot watch the ones I love be treated unfairly and do nothing. I HAVE to do something. And yet…
I feel helpless.
I feel depleted.
I feel angry.
I am afraid.
Shannon Rose Allen