Hands to the Heavens, no man, no weapon
Formed against, yes glory is destined
Every day women and men become legends
Sins that go against our skin become blessings
The movement is a rhythm to us
Freedom is like religion to us
Justice is juxtapositionin’ us
Justice for all just ain’t specific enough

Black lives matter. Say it. No, don’t say all lives matter. We all know white lives matter; our entire history shows that they do. Blind rage when a white activist gets killed during a protest. But excuses and justifications when black people get murdered by law enforcement officers. Black lives matter.

Black voices matter. We must allow black people to speak their truths, tell their stories. Stop silencing their voices, particularly those of black women. Hear them. Listen. Absorb. Learn. Understand. Express empathy. Black voices matter.

Black representation matters. White faces make our decisions for us. White faces tell black people that their experiences aren’t real; the very best at gaslighting. We believe them because they look like us and we’re too lazy to do the proverbial leg work for ourselves. We all need to see faces that resemble our own, representing us at all levels. Black representation matters.

Black women matter. Silenced for far too long. Assaulted, shamed, degraded, vilified, cast in an unflattering light…even by black men. Hypersexualized, fetishized, eroticized. Black women deserve to be counted. They stand up and speak when it matters, and time and time again, we let them down. Black women matter.

Black children matter. They deserve the chance to be children, to experience life with no pressures or responsibilities. They deserve to exist in this world without fear of racist attacks, or losing their life at the hands of those meant to protect them. Black children matter.

Black men matter. The assumption of criminality or violence is doing more harm than good. Our society is telling black men that they are nothing more than a criminal, who may be good for sex from time to time. If his dick matters, his life matters, and we need to stand up and scream this, constantly and without fail. Black men matter.

Fuck your comfort. Fuck your privilege. This isn’t about you anymore, other than the necessity for us to effect change within ourself and our communities. Read. Listen. Learn. Ignorance is no longer an excuse; the information is out there, readily available. Educate yourselves.

The Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King, Jr. said that, of black people rising up and challenging the status quo: “Lightning makes no sound until it strikes.” Don’t wait for the storm; make the change now.

I am a white woman. An anti-white, pro-black white woman. I reject whiteness as a structural concept, and support anything that helps to elevate black people to afford them equity, equality, and fair representation.

 

Black lives matter. 

Black voices matter. 

Black representation matters. 

Black women matter.

Black children matter. 

Black men matter. 

Black. Lives. Fucking. Matter.

 

“I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.” -James Baldwin

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