If you see something, say something.
This is the slogan of the subway system in New York City. The meaning is fairly straightforward. If you witness injustice, speak up. New Yorkers are known to be blunt. They might not consult the police but they will say it to you straight and stand in the gap of injustice acts on the subway. I’ve seen it done countless times. My wish now is for the world to live by this principle.
The recent death of George Floyd has wrecked me and the rest of the Black community. George has joined a long list of black men who have wrongfully died by police.
As a woman of color, I’m embarrassed to say that with George Floyd, this is the first time I’ve really noticed who on my feed is not posting about it. And it stings. People in my inner circle, going about life as if one wasn’t lost. Friends posting stories of their millionth quarantine breakfast or latest quarantine purchase. Do you not care?
I spoke previously on not wanting to belittle the need for non-Black allies, well — now is when we need you. We need to know you care. We need to know you see us. We need to know you love us.
So without judgments, why haven’t you said anything? Do you not know what to say? Is it such a common story that it no longer hits as heavy? Are you worried about friends and family viewing you differently? Does it make you uncomfortable?
I don’t want to assume it isn’t affecting you, but at the same time if you don’t say anything, how do I know it’s a collective hurt? As a Black person, how do I know you value my life? As a human, how do I know you value all life?