I sometimes wonder if our complacency is a reflection of our lack of hope. We as a human collective. That things are actually going to change and life won't be this damn hard and painful, should we ( Black people, every people) hope for change?
I salute activists, the issues pressing on them, suffocating them to action. But most of us are not defending humanity.
When did we stop talking about human rights? I always understood it as basic rights deserved by every single being on earth. I think Syria bothers us, and Hiram bothered us, the children in detention facilities, lying on the floor under tin foil blankets, that bothered us but what the fuck? Children? I didn't fight enough. I was angry and it hurt that the powers that be wouldn't be kinder, and care about children being pulled away from the arms of their mothers. But when the media moved on I moved on. And I didn't even notice.