‘We Are Not Our Ancestors’

A loud fallacy that couldn’t be more wrong.

Racism has always been an infamous paramount in American history. Recently, America is being forced to confront its’ racist and inequitable practices. Communal outrage and demonstrations have followed the magnification of several unjust murders of African Americans by the hands of the police and community vigilantes. Social media platforms are seeming to exclusively consist of images of protests, “Karens’ Gone Wild”, half-assed rehearsed statements of “solidarity” from the very same companies that ban their employees from wearing any form of Black Lives Matter apparel, and a slew of other performative gestures from sports associations that are doing just enough to pacify black people into thinking that our concerns matter to them.

Speaking as a black woman, the newly ongoing conversation of racism and social injustice has been a mentally fatiguing up hill battle. Lately, I find myself either feeling guilty when taking a break from necessary conversation, or exhausting the little energy I have left by being apart of every discussion that is race related. Repeatedly, I emotionally scar and traumatize myself by witnessing anything that verbally or visually depicts the horror story Black Americans have lived in this country for hundreds of years. There are times that I feel bound by some unspoken responsibility to be a relentless…