This is privacy turned out like a pocket, this business of blogging, podcasting, running one’s flag of dispositions up the flagpole of public consumption. Some of it is risible. Some of it is rage. Occasionally the author doesn’t know the difference.
I know the diff. But I’m going to say this anyway: The murder of Breonna Taylor is not going to go away in the minds of all citizens who care about human rights. I’m outraged. The system of white supremacy that’s run this nation into the ground and which Trump is effecting to make permanent through election intimidation–that stinking, oozing, soul crushing system is either the death knell of our nation or an alarm for its rebirth.
I’ll be damned if I’m ever going to utter the phrase “law and order’ in the absence of true equality, in a nation without racial justice.
And here I am, isolated, hiding from a virus, shaking my fist.
Ibram X. Kendi writes in “Stamped From the Beginning: The Definitive History of Racist Ideas in America.”:
“When you truly believe that the racial groups are equal, then you also believe that racial disparities must be the result of racial discrimination. Committed to this antiracist idea of group equality, I was able to self-critique, discover, and shed the racist ideas I had consumed over my lifetime while I uncovered and exposed the racist ideas that others have produced over the lifetime of America. I know that readers truly committed to racial equality will join me on this journey of interrogating and shedding our racist ideas.”
No one is immune to racist inheritances.
But everyone can shed bad ideas.
Here’s a bad idea: shooting black people while entering their homes by mistake. Then, in broad daylight, announcing it’s OK.
Planet of the Blind 