I condemn Racism

Can you imagine leaving your house for a run or a walk around the neighborhood and getting stopped by the police and roughed up – or worse?

Can you imagine being terrified to send your teenage children to school or on an errand because they might get stopped by the police and roughed up – or worse?

Can you imagine sitting in your own car or gardening in your own yard and enduring suspicion or harassment from neighbors?

Can you imagine fearing getting lynched in a park? Because that’s happening again.

Can you imagine applying for a job you’d be a perfect match for and not even getting a first interview?

When you do get a job, can you imagine watching white man after white man promoted while you’re working twice as hard for half the credit?

I’ve been quiet on this platform since a police officer murdered George Floyd on the streets of Minneapolis. I don’t want you think I was silent because I don’t care. In fact, quite the opposite. I care deeply.

I also know the Internet doesn’t need another privileged white woman talking about her own journey. What it needs is privileged white women condemning these racist acts. And I do.

It is not OK to call the police because a Black man is running in your neighborhood with a hoodie on. That’s not a crime. He is probably trying to burn off some fat and/or steam like the rest of us.

It is not OK to overlook the contributions of people of color in the workplace.

It is not OK to assume a Black neighborhood is less safe than any other neighborhood.

If these scenarios don’t horrify you, you are on the wrong side of history. They are happening. People are hurting so badly. They need you to recognize.

It is time for all of us to look a little deeper. Look at the man running. Look at the mother’s tears. Look at the smart child who just wants a chance like the white kids

I hope you’ll join me in condemning racism and giving some of your privilege to those who need it.

Published by Candace

I’m a journalist, nutritionist, doting auntie, one-time bobsledder, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.

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