White violence can be a white person breaking down and crying. In fact it often is.

It might not appear this way at first, but as a brown person, when those tears start flowing I know that the narrative is no longer under my control.

I now know I feel and am unsafe.

Everything changes.

It goes from "this person has done a racist thing" and "__ are the victims of the racist thing" to focusing almost exclusively on the racist's feelings and the victims' actions.

Enough white people will always fall for, or agree with whoever white annoyance is crying about being treated too harshly.

No matter how many friends I'm surrounded by, the white tears work like pathetic mating call and white people will flock around and attack in unity.

And you know why this is so terrifying?

Because I know. I know what happened. I know what the white tear blob is doing and why. I know.

But I won't be believed. Any action I make will be wrong. I'm not safe and no one recognises it.

And that is violence.