I can’t watch another video of a cop brutalizing a black person, especially a black child. I can’t watch another video of a cop killing an unarmed black person. I can’t watch another video of a person weaponizing their whiteness to harass and attack black people. It hurts my soul each and every time I scroll past a video on my timeline. I accept and understand the importance of these videos. We must call out racism and bigotry every time we witness it. It must be on display for the world to see. It must be addressed swiftly and appropriately. Black Lives Matter isn't just a hashtag. It is a rallying cry. It is a motto, a creed. It is a statement that our black skin, our black love, black children, black parent, black cousins, black lives matter. God bless those who have been gifted with the resilience to fight it, we need you.
I am not one of those people. I do not have the resilience to watch those videos, much less to scour the internet in search of them, or allow people to freely send them to me. It reignites traumas both seen and unseen. Everything that we take in leaves an imprint on us. Seeing my people be attacked, hearing the cries for help and justice stain my memories and siphon my emotional strength. It sounds good and a little cliché to say I channel my pain into my passion for working with young people, but that doesn’t come at a cost. Quite frankly, some of the stories I hear on a daily basis is enough, I don’t need to sign up for more trauma via social media.
Protect your spirit and protect your energy. Social media is fun, entertaining, and informative, but it can also be disruptive, damaging, and misleading.