The Bad Place

Black Lives Matter, Version 20.21

Alone and Excluded in a Cafe

I’ve been watching way too much television since COVID hit.

Lately, it’s been some cheesy but charming Netflix show called The Good Place, where satanic hell architect Ted Danson experiments with new kinds of torture for people who end up in hell. He provides real human interactions and experiences to show how they can be far worse than enduring needles, fire or beatings. He makes the newly deceased humans think they are in “the good place,” in other words heaven, with all the beautiful adornments and decorations; when in reality they are in the bad place, hell.

Now back to that good place called America.

On January 4, 2020, a mere four days into the new year, I reflected as Proud Boys leader Enrique Tarrio was arrested in Washington, D.C. for burning a Black Lives Matter flag he allegedly stole from all places, a Black church.

I mean, it must be so offensive for other people to proclaim that their lives matter. I can see how that might be so disturbing to someone. Imagine how detrimental that could be to a white man’s life to simply hear and address the pain of someone who experiences things differently.

Can we stop and think how harmful it would be to white folks if they found out that Black men get harassed more during traffic stops than any other group…