I have lived in a poor community, but I did not grow up there. I grew up with black friends, but most of them were white. I have experienced some discrimination, but not enough to fully relate. All these truths have led me to care about how much black lives matter, but not as much as I should.
Sometimes I feel like I grew up with white privilege. I have always been “that” black guy. You know, the one your white friends told you they were friends with to prove they weren’t racist. That’s me.
I’ll keep this short because I don’t have much to say. Just random thoughts explaining my intentions for even being here.
I don’t posses any self-hate. I don’t have a racist bone in my body. I’ll never perpetuate any agenda or preach any ideology that is elitist in it’s nature. I just want to love people and meet them where they are.
I’m a Christian man, but I don’t want to shove it down your throat. I don’t want to be unapproachable. If we don’t share the same beliefs that’s totally fine with me — we can still hang out.
You see, I just want to understand. I want to know why you think differently than I do, without all of the bashing. I want to have the hard conversations that most people avoid. I want to embrace the awkward silences because that’s when the best thinking happens.
I understand I don’t know everything. In fact, I don’t know most things. I’m not afraid to admit that. I just want to understand and not fake it, so I can care a bit more than I do.
