And you hate me? I have seen narratives like this before. I, for one, have as full a grasp as I humanly can
stand about what was done to my people during slavery – and afterwards too, I might add.
You should read that link, as hard as it might be to do so. And you should share it with as many people as you can. Understand that that sort of thing was not rare. On the contrary, it was the physical daily reality of being a slave. Especially a female slave.
Somewhere along the line there is going to be a tipping point. Many African-Americans are already past that point. More and more are passing it each and every day.
What point you may ask?
The point where we stop having any empathy whatsoever for white people. At. All.
What happens when someone reaches that point?
Look around you at our country for starters. There is no empathy for Black people in this nation. The laws are set up pretty much as they were when we were considered less than human, when we were slaves. They are not for us.
Five mothers on a jury couldn’t empathize with Trayvon’s mother. Could not see their own children in Trayvon.
Where a court of law had to be convened to make the judgement that Stop & Frisk is unconstitutional.
And yet that policy is still extant, and those meting out oppression on my young Black and Brown brothers on a daily basis will still be out and about, going about their business.
There have been several studies on the empathy – or the distinct lack thereof – that white people have for People Of Color.
When you have little to no empathy for a human being, it is so very easy to slip into disinterest, disregard, disrespect and then it is just a little step to hop on over to hate.
So far, for the most part, most Black people in America don’t actively hate white people. They still have empathy for them. An example can be seen in the universal outpouring of sorrow, horror and grief at the Newton shooting.
It is interesting to note, that I saw some people – very few mind you, but still a good many – who were like “meh” I can’t get into all of that. And why do you suppose someone might have that reaction?
They had already passed that tipping point. They had watched for decades as little Black kids were shot and killed and there was no national mourning for them. They weren’t able to muster up any empathy for a bunch of little white kids getting shot.
This is what is going to happen, but on a much wider scale, if things continue the way they are.
All we ever wanted was to be just left alone to live and work and laugh and cry and be an equal part of this nation that we had built out of our blood, sweat, tears and our very lives.
But we were not allowed to have even those basic things.
How long do you think we are going to be able to exist in this country and not become as insensitive, and un-empathetic, and down right “meh” about white people as they are about us?
What happens when the “meh” follows the natural progression to hate. On a wide-scale. When it isn’t some of us, or just a few of us, but nearly all of us?
There is a price to pay for disregarding my humanity.
There is a price to pay for disinterest in whether I live or die.
There is a price to pay for your lack of empathy.
There is a price to pay….
What will it be? When will the bill come due? You may not be willing to pay that price, but it will be paid in full either way.
So far, this nation has been very lucky. We could have, by all rights exacted revenge, punishment, done to others what had been done to us. But we never did. Oh here and there, yes on occasion. But as I said, America has been very lucky – and might even be living on borrowed time…
It is not too late.
That horrible tipping point is close, but still far enough away for changes to be made. For a course correction to be initiated. For a change of vector. For things to have a different outcome.
The pain, the sorrow, that fills my heart