This week's Five Star roundup is brought to us by being black in America, the not-so-blessed privilege of forgetting, facing another's death, black bodies in white spaces, and James Baldwin:
If I were to follow my normal Five Star pattern today, I would leave a "Happy Wednesday!" here, but in light of what is going on in Ferguson, Missouri, news of which I have been following fairly closely, and with the content that follows below, there will be no "Happy Wednesday". Instead, let's speak of hope for happier Wednesdays. There is work to do.
…as I watched the events of Ferguson unfold on Twitter last night, I realized that I couldn't write that this was a good week until I got some things off of my chest.
Friends, the truth is, I'm tired.
I do not see my uncles with their arms raised, fire hoses pointed at them in the name of “crowd dispersal,” in this image from a protest during the Civil Rights Movement, in Danville, Virginia, 1963. Several of my uncles were old enough to be that age, at that time, but their skin color allows me to see this photograph and to not think of them. That is White privilege.
I learned that what I think I know and what I think I need or you need or we need is usually wrong.
…in these tender moments when I see faces that look just like mine fighting to be treated like humans, I am tired. I finally understand why Blacks on average have shorter life expectancies than whites, our hearts and souls give up the good fight.
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