Tomorrow night’s activities
I want support for ugly girls and lazy girls and girls that can’t ever get their eyeliner right. I want feminism that includes girls who are too big or too black to be on body positive blogs.
I want girls with acne scars and girls who don’t “pass” and girls with facial hair….
Today a door-to-door magazines salesman came to my door. He was a black man named Luther and was part of a second chance program. While he was talking to me and my mom-something very disturbing happened. He reached into his back pocket and quickly announced that he was just getting his notebook. He had to announce this so that we wouldn’t think he was pulling a gun. Something is very wrong in a country where a black man trying to make a positive change in his life has to specify that he doesn’t have a gun when doing something as simple into reaching into his pocket. Things need to change.
I am not Mike Brown. I am white. I am middle class. I am female. I am small. I am not considered a threat. When police see me they see someone who looks like them. They see their mothers, their daughters, their sisters, themselves. I am not at risk of being shot by police for existing while black. I am not at risk of being shot while unarmed. I am not at risk of being shot while armed with nothing more than a BB gun. I am not at risk of being shot for reaching for my wallet. I am privileged.
But I am outraged. And if you aren’t outraged, then you aren’t paying attention. This is America in 2014. This is our reality. It’s so easy to get jaded and to ignore these atrocities, to act like this doesn’t affect us. It’s so easy to get apathetic. In the past it was the youth who protested. Where is the rage of the youth? Where is our rage?
Like I said, I am not Mike Brown. But I am outraged.
—Charles Bukowski (from the poem ‘the condition’)