I’ll admit, there was a time when I couldn’t see anything wrong with the statement, “All Lives Matter”. I didn’t think about it much, but on the surface, it appeared to make sense.
We need to normalize changing our minds when faced with fresh information. There’s nothing wrong with admitting you were wrong or misinformed. It doesn’t make you wishy-washy.
In fact, I posit it shows growth.
When you attempt to replace Black Lives Matter with All Lives Matter, you’re possibly missing the entire point. As I’ve seen it explained multiple ways over the past week, look at it like this:
The worst has happened. Your child is missing. You post flyers all over town, telling people about your child, and asking for any information about their whereabouts.
You schedule a news conference. As you stand on the dais, begging for the safe return of your child, the crowd chants, “All Children Matter”.
Of course they do, but all children aren’t in danger right now, yours is.
Black Lives are constantly in danger. As a white woman, I don’t have to fear for my life if I’m pulled over by the police, even if I’ve committed a traffic violation. It’s unlikely I’ll be asked to step out of my vehicle.
In general, I’ll be inconvenienced for 30 minutes or so and allowed to go on with my life until I’m required to appear in court, or pay my ticket.
Only once in my life have I even been asked where I was going or why I was in a certain area. Do you know why, besides the fact of my skin color? According to the cop, I was in a ‘dangerous’ part of town and he was concerned for my safety.
Surprise, surprise, I was driving through what’s considered the Black part of town.
The police officer was bothered more by the fact that I was there to pick up a friend than anything. He ended up citing me for multiple, petty items, simply because I didn’t play into his narrative.
My experience is still one of sheer inconvenience. My life wasn’t in danger. But had I been a Black person, driving in a ‘white’ part of town, the situation could have ended much differently.
In talking with friends over the years, I’ve been appalled at the behavior of our boys in blue. One gentleman, who is a respected business owner in a tourist town close by, states he is pulled over no less than eight times a year.
For what reason? It appears it’s simply because of the color of his skin.
Driving a well-marked work van, while in uniform, he’s pulled over consistently and questioned regarding burglaries and other crimes that’ve occurred in the area.
He’s told he fits the description of the perpetrator. An African-American male. Period.
It’s a part of life for this gentleman, so much so, his mother taught him how to behave WHEN he’s pulled over, not IF.
When you dilute the statement, Black Lives Matter, with your All Lives Matter rhetoric, you’re saying years of trauma, profiling, and even death at the hands of the police aren’t important.
Rather than take the time to educate yourself about how the world really works, rather than just what you see in your bubble, you’re dismissing the entire point.
And when I see so-called Christians espousing this crap, I really want to scream.
All lives will matter, when they truly do so equally. When it won’t matter what color your skin is when you’re pulled over. When it won’t matter what your sexual orientation is.