Monday, August 21, 2017

What I Worry About

Courtesy of Jackie Hinnant Bass-

A friend of mine posted this on Facebook, yesterday and I don't know about you, but this is basically what's been on my mind.
"You know what worries me? It's not that a group of racist idiots lit some tiki torches and decided to have a rally.

I worry that on Monday they went back to their job in human resources and decided who gets hired and who gets fired. They put their uniform back on and 'serve and protect.

They sit on a jury and decide the fate of a young person of color. They teach in a kindergarten class. 

They sit across from a couple, who came to this country, worked hard and saved, and have the power to approve or deny them a loan to purchase their first home. 

They decide an insurance claim. They give an estimate to repair the brakes on a mother's only mode of transportation to get to work each day.

I don't stay up lamenting the fact that racists feel emboldened to parade in the street.

I stay up because racists have, do, and will apply their racist beliefs in their daily lives and, by extension mine, and they don't do it carrying a banner to distinguish themselves.
It isn't the theatrical that worries me. It's the practical."

 
*SIGH*

Think about that...let that marinate!

1 comment:

SLC said...

I live in Richmond, but I've worked in C'ville a few times this year. I was going to reach out to my counterparts there after this occurred but then realized, I really don't know them and where they stand.
Scary
SLC




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