Read on Twitter
I take a couple days to focus on family, come back to the Twitters, and yet again, here we are with another hashtag. I can run with Maud, but I can't breathe for George. https://twitter.com/mdawriter/status/1265750658776477696
I know I'm not doing enough, and it shouldn't be on my black friends to tell me what's right. At the same time, a tweet feels self-righteous and nothing more. My tweets don't help a black man birding in New York, a nurse *living in her apartment* in Louisville or driving in Texas
While I am working to be better about living an anti-racist life, raising children in an anti-racist world, and standing up to racism when I see it, it isn't enough.
And I don't know what is.
And I don't know what is.
Not saying that what you're doing is /hurting/ the situation, but I'm not sure the protests, the tweets, the blog posts of white folks supporting black folks is helping. I mean, damn, 5 *reported* incidents in less than a month?
I'm at a loss.
I'm at a loss.
To my BIPOC friends, I can commit that my children will know for damn sure that you deserve to drive, carry, run, live, and--wow--breathe without the fear for your life. You deserve to have your voice lifted up, your ideas affirmed, and that your life matters.
At the same time, I just don’t see how this helps.
https://twitter.com/billfoxla/status/1265810901283700736?s=21 https://twitter.com/billfoxla/status/1265810901283700736
https://twitter.com/billfoxla/status/1265810901283700736?s=21 https://twitter.com/billfoxla/status/1265810901283700736
