Woe Betide the White Man
Don't hide behind the comfort of a privileged life
DISCLAIMER- I am providing a stereotype relative to my own community in rural Norfolk, England. This is only relevant to a few people, but I think it's important to highlight why in spite of privilege, we can still overcome these things and put energy into a more meaningful cause, instead of pursuing something expedient. Most importantly, we can learn and grow instead of turning a blind eye.
Iv'e found that some, more so than others are willing to share relevant information to the Black Lives Matter movement, whilst others dismiss its relevance, not seeing the point in being part of the conversation when it doesn't immediately entreat into their own personal lives. Ironically, it seems that it is these same people who also have a more indifferent approach to the Corona virus outbreak, throwing away caution to the wind because they know of no one close to them that shows symptoms.
Funny, then, that this willful ignorance does not allow these individuals to extend their free time into participating in protests with others campaigning for a greater change.
I have been ashamed. I have also been proud of the efforts of some of my neighbors, and some of my friends. If these conversations, so much bigger than any one of us can allow a better future for not only us but for those who also come after, then its vital that we don't give up on anyone who has the power to speak and to help others who have been left vulnerable and targeted. Let us hope that this continues until justice prevails, and also prevents, over cruelty.
I live in a mostly white town,
White washed brick and
Painted white fences,
The only sign of black the smeared
Underbelly of window sills,
Peeling paint discolored,
Murky grays.
Most of the white men sit behind desks,
Twiddling their thumbs or
Else,
Inspecting their fingernails in front of
Friday’s pot pie,
Waiting patiently for the evening news.
It’s funny, they say, to Mildred, or Margaret,
All this stuff in the world, it’s
Bonkers,
Raving
Nonsense. It can’t reach us here.
And
Maybe she looks at him, nods,
Reads between the lines on his hands,
The bulging skin beneath his wedding ring.
‘We are better than that’
Maybe.
A dark impossibility she thinks,
Or instead,
She changes the channel,
Asks about the
Weather.
Nothing is assumed.
Why is it that this is a distant reality?
A profound mistake somewhere far away,
Beyond this realm where
Steve doesn’t have to worry about anything
More than
Last week’s files,
Or
Whether his daughter
Got home safe from school,
Treading towards
Sunny Suburbia with the promise of Cocoa
When she gets home,
Assured in the cardboard cutout neighborhood,
The telltale signs of bolted doors in
Pillar-box red,
Seething a shade of denial
A stereotype?
Quite.
Should there be such shame in making one
When
So many suffer the prejudice of fools?
We make speeches with some carnal dignity,
Some show of form, all the while
Truly ignorant to what it means to live
In fear, to not see something of a monster in
Ourselves, adjusting ties and the straps of
Watches, impatient in the blank space between
Where we started and where we are meant to
Be.
We play the Supporter, the Preacher,
The Ally, but do we think about
What happens at the curtain call?
Are we instead left to wonder of all
The gray, discolored half truths,
Half attempts at
Getting it right, at playing the game?
For so long we have been told to think on the fence,
But the time now calls not for
TV dinners, graying hairs and
Bumbling complacency, forgetting half
Of our lines.
‘A door opens and closes
Time is outside
Waiting’.
Be on the right side of the change
You want to see in this world,
And,
Don’t let the despair of somewhere else
Allow you to fall back into your
Somewhere now,
Pickup the torch,
Do what is right
DON’T allow for a black man to suffer on the other side of the screen,
Whilst you flounder in your own fix and worry your
Voice is
Not
Enough.
About the Creator
India Childs
I'm an aspiring writer and poet, with a daydreamer's addled brain. Proud editor of This Is Us Youth project which aims to encourage young people to speak up, no matter what they think.
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