I can imagine some of the outrage I’m going to face but I am uncomfortable.
I am so tired of the term ‘white privilege’ being used as a defensive or offensive weapon. I also don’t care for ‘check your privilege’.
I understand that some will be hugely surprised and probably offended by that. Don’t get me wrong I am bloody painfully aware that it exists.
I think that by continually pressing the point that someone owes us because they’ve always had it better or can change things ‘for’ us because their voice is seemingly more worthy is insulting to both sides.
It is such a sweeping statement. And is deeply unfair to those who continually battle to help our communities move forward (as boots on the ground) to help effect change from the bottom. Because Lord knows it isn’t happening terribly quickly from the top.
Accentuating differences continually just ensures we can never truly be the same. And that isn’t right. It cannot be right.
We cannot sadly change the past. We can acknowledge it, really understand it, then move swiftly on and walk forward. But we cannot change it and by insisting on referring to the past All the time just serves to keep us there.
As such I cannot and will not accept violent protests in my name. White or black. You are letting me down. Clearly some are finding it acceptable. I do not.
Quite why missiles and fireworks that are being thrown at police and their horses will make for change is beyond me. We cannot fight hate with hate. It isn’t working.
I love the idea of peaceful protests. But the image from yesterday that is in my head is that the poor police and their animals faced the hate that we are protesting against. It isn’t right. I cannot accept it. I can’t condone it. I never will.
lily’s post really resonated with me. If we can’t move forward together we cannot move forward.
I’m cracking on a bit now and would love to see change in my lifetime. I’m not sure I will but I do hope. I will always hope.
As a very insignificant aside, I’m heartily tired of ‘whataboutery* as a phrase and as an insult. Or indeed just a virtuous ‘I can use it in this post - look at me!’
I will never stop thinking that everyone matters. Because I don’t see why I matter more. Has it been easy for me? No. But I hope I am kind enough and tolerant enough to understand that everyone has experiences that matter to them. For my life to matter then theirs should too.