Monsters under the bed.
Imagine being a child who had suspicions that there were monsters under your bed tormenting you. After years of you and your family and friends convincing yourself that there were no monsters under your bed, one day, you decide to get on their knees and look for yourself.
And to your surprise, the monster was in fact real all along.
It’s sitting there lighting a fire to your mattress.
And every memory of something touching you, poking you, hurting you and biting you at night wasn’t your imagination — as your parents and friends told you.
It was all real.
Now you are mad at the monster and the bed on fire, but also really mad at the parents and the friends that never believed you or did anything to help.
That is what this feels like everytime racism shows its ugly head.
This is how it feels when people say #alllivesmatter or #bluelivesmatter in opposition to #blacklivesmatter
Or when people talk about banning Islam.
Or when cops kill wild, young and free black people, while wild young and white people can rape women and walk away.
Or when a judge sells black kids into prison and the media makes no mention of it.
And what TRUMP’s #MakeAmericaGreatAgain campaign means to people that have been quietly tormented everywhere.
For all those that want to look away, or say that it hurts too much to watch and pay attention or want to debate the injustice in our world, stop it, please.
Let’s focus on fighting the monsters together.