When Politicians Say “Black Lives Matter”

This probably also goes for many people who have no idea what black people experience.

For most people who use this phrase- people who use it in an “armchair manner”, for example, it is simply a way of pretending they care. BLM has become a cause du jour briefly celebrated by many self professed “liberals” similar to the “me too” movement. Also similar to the “I’m an ally”.

Actions speak louder than words. As a woman of mixed ethnicity, when I hear white liberals profess that they support “me too” or “support people of color”- alarm bells go off. If you have to say it- that makes me suspicious. It makes me think you want to appear well educated and it also strikes me as somewhat arrogant as these seem to be largely catchphrases these days.

In my area, “black lives matter” according to our elderly, white male representative. “Black Lives Matter” also to our old, white male Governor. In fact, both take every opportunity they can to pander to every minority group while taking no action.

In fact, it’s worse than no action. When these so called supporters of all minority groups make mandates- these mandates effect everyone. Our cities have a high concentration of people of color- and they are now faced with the vaccine passport. Meaning that businesses MUST see proof of Covid-19 vaccination to let people patronize businesses. Who does this help? Who does this hurt?

Many of the issues that affect people of color affect other people too, of course. Take special education. Our Governor says “black lives matter” but the NAACP is suing him for withholding special education money.

I am just saying- and I’m sure most people of color already know this- but stop fucking pandering. What we need is people like us in office. And people of color, minorities, whatever- we’re all different too- so stop acting like we’re a homogenous group of morons who believe everything we read.

Published by kristinatehrani

Born a first generation American, half Irish Catholic and half Persian Jew, I like to write about a childhood mired in the chaos of never knowing where I stood. The only constants in my life have been reading, writing and a passion for social justice. I am a nurse, a single mother, a domestic abuse survivor, radical feminist and outspoken advocate for logic, public health, gray areas, and purposeful dialogue. I know entirely too much about sociopaths, autism, and medieval British history. I write under a pen name to protect the privacy of my family.

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