(and were ticked off/disappointed/confused by my apathy statement earlier.)
You wanted a rant — here ya go. First a caveat: The words “you” and “yours” are collective. I’m talking to everyone. If it doesn’t apply to you, then you’ve got no reason to be offended. If it does, well…
So, earlier today, I posted that I was…oh let me just pull the quote:
You know, over the last few days, I’ve seen some pretty stupid news items come through my Facebook feed. A 17 year-old boy armed with iced tea and Skittles being shot dead by a nutcase with a cop complex. A lame bumper sticker. Anything from Fox News. Several good candidates for YMBOC.
Now, I remember a time, not so long ago, when any one of these would have elicited a full-blown rant from me. At one time, I could have written thousands of words on any of the above-mentioned topics.
Yeah, I got nothin’.
It’s official folks: I am completely apathetic.
Some of you seemed to take offense to that statement, even though I went on to say:
Now, don’t confuse my apathy for lack of caring or concern. I do care, and I am concerned. However, railing about it just isn’t in me right now. It’s as if I’m in observation mode — just taking it all in, making notes as things unfold.
And observe I have. But I don’t think I’m seeing the same things you are.
Some of you seem to think I should be more outraged than everyone else about this because I’m black.
What the hell does that have to do with anything?Is there some special dispensation code I should be using to show the proper amount of outrage over an unarmed kid being shot to death by a racist prick?
Is it not enough for me to be outraged because I’m a mother?
How about the fact that I’m a human being?
But because I’m black, I’m supposed to automatically be especially outraged over this tragic event.
I Am outraged. It sickens me that in 2012, people are still killing people based on stereotypes, hate, skin color and ignorance. I’m sick and tired of always worrying that when my kids walk out that door, there’s a chance they might not come back.
But you know what I’m really sick of? As aggravating, frustrating, pathetic and sad as the Trayvon Martin situation is, it’s not the first. Today, it’s Trayvon Martin. Yesterday it was Troy Davis. Before that, it was Sean Bell. Before that, Emmett Till.
Don’t know who these people are?
Google is your friend.
And the real bitch of it is…
There will be another one tomorrow, and next week, and next month and next year.
Because you see, so long as people still see black males as “thugs in hoodies” and refer to them as “f****in coons,” it’s going to keep happening. Again and again and again.
And damn if I know how to stop it.
So, you’ll excuse me if once in a while I defer the need to express outrage to others who are just as capable of railing, ranting and raving as I am. Sometimes I just need to back off and be a part of the choir.