This is my sister
We grew up in Southern New Hampshire; which at the time was, statistically, the whitest state. If you can imagine how challenging that was - being completely outnumbered. My mom said as a kid, she would ask: why aren’t there more brown people?
She’s overcome challenges you couldn’t imagine. I know racism exists because I’ve witnessed her experience it her whole life, when I didn’t. I’ve seen everything from people offensively commenting on her hair or how she’s been treated by cops, dating back to being teenagers. To the rampant use of the N word in our high school, where she was the only black girl. Or the girl that said she was “too white” to go to Howard University. She’s dealt with all this shit, everyday of her life.
For whoever calls me brave, you can credit her. I wouldn’t be so if she wasn’t in my life because I learned it from her and watching everything she’s overcome. And no matter what she’s gone through, she still has the biggest heart of anyone I know. The color of her skin never changed the fact she’s the best sister I could have asked for and I’m so lucky she’s in my life.
Don’t you dare tell me her life doesn’t matter. EVERY BLACK LIFE MATTERS.
Just imagine if it was your sister, or brother, or parent. Imagine witnessing them always being treated differently and in constant fear for their life, everyday. You’d be more outraged right now. It would hit home for you.
I will never fully understand what she or any black person has experienced. But I can be their ally. I can never stop trying or learning or speaking up. I’d rather be uncomfortable while trying to be a better person, than comfortable while being a shitty one. So work harder, do better.
And if you have the audacity to say, “all lives matter” then don’t let the door hit you on the way out because you aren’t welcome on my page. 👋 - 18 minutes ago