Today I’m tired. I’m tired of hashtags. I’m tired of calls for black folks not to shop. I’m tired of standing with hands up…don’t shoot. I’m tired of walking or running in memory of black lives. I’m tired of hearing I can’t breathe. I’m tired of hearing just follow the rules. I’m tired of but what did he or she do years before. I’m tired of but what about black on black crime. I’m tired of senseless murders. I’m tired of perpetrators without consequences.
I don’t want to see another video. I don’t want to read another story or see another headline.
I don’t want the constant stress of worrying about my friends or dads or uncles or brothers or nephews or cousins or sons who have yet to be formed in my womb.
The anxiety of driving in the car or jogging down the street or going to the store is a bit much. The emotional rollercoaster of yet another story of brutality and racism and death. Yet another story where compassion had the power to save a life.
What happened to humanity? Why is there so much hatred and hostility in this world? What can’t we live peaceably?
Why can’t we all just get along?
With Love, Stassi