4.345. Why ‘All Lives Matter’ is a devaluation of Black Personage

All lives matter. That is just facts to me. I don’t choose to feel as though one color of skin has inherently more value over another. However, when people say ‘all lives matter’ they run the risk of falling into the same trap as saying, ‘I’m not racist, because I have black friends’. The term All Lives Matter argues against putting the focus on black lives and what is happening in the black community and the systemic racism that keeps my people down. Instead it argues that we should avoid looking too closely at any one group and institute change that impacts all groups. On the surface it may still sound like a good idea. However, change for everyone still ignores the specific issues that impact those of us who are the most vulnerable.

One of the most impactful conversations I’ve had about race in America was with a writer named Tim Wise. He used the analogy of his college roommates to describe the problem. To paraphrase, he talked about this pot full of some kind of stew a roommate had made. Now everyone ate the stew but the person who made it never cleaned it up. The stew sat there for better than a week collecting bugs and stinking up the place, but nobody felt the responsibility to clean it up. Instead they worked around it and the problems kept mounting.

In a sense this describes how we have been struggling with Race in America. Black Lives Matter as a movement seeks to speak to the pot that was never cleaned up. We never dealt with our history of slavery. We allowed slavery to morph into Jim Crow to morph into systemic racism in the laws we make (for example, why is the penalty for crack much higher than that for cocaine when they are chemically the exact same drug?). We have built a society that looks at black and brown people as criminals and something to be feared. This is why when the Black Panthers showed up on the steps of the capitol building with assault rifles there was movement for a ban, but when the Michigan militia did the same, nobody batted an eyelash. It is even more obvious in our humor. This scene from Whose Line is it Anyway, shows two white men and a black man in the middle and the Joke goes, “Can you pick out the man who robbed you?” The crowd (and all of us) instantly get the joke. That right there is the problem. It is a joke. Because it is a joke we tend to laugh and move on. But is it really all that funny when that joke is a reflection of how nearly every black man is treated? I personally have had a cop pull a gun on me while I was in my car with my kids. I have no record and have never been accused of a crime. So why did it happen? Who did the cop assume I was. More importantly, what led to that assumption?

Black Lives Matter exists as a slogan to draw attention to the specific plight of being black in America. All Lives Matter takes the focus off of that plight and encourages us to ignore the problems inherent in our racial and social class structure. All lives DO matter, but the problem is that we instinctively recognize that some lives matter and we instinctively don’t recognize that other lives do. Every friday for the last 28 years Dateline NBC has run a story about pretty white women being murdered. This is an inherent reminder of the value of that category of people. How often do we hear stories about pretty black women being murdered? How often do we hear stories about black people being murdered at all when it is not by the police? Black Lives Matter strives to bring attention to our struggle at a time when that attention is needed the most.

4.344. Reflections on a Saturday Night

This is a tough one.

When I was a kid I used to have moments where I could actually feel the world move. I would lay there in the grass of Central Park and stare up at the gray-blue sky. There is a moment when you can feel yourself grow still and you can see the clouds drift past. That is when you widen your awareness and you start to feel that everything is moving. We are on this giant living planet and it is moving. If I stand still for too long and think about it, the way the world is moving around me terrifies me. Not so much in the physical sense. The world has always spun and will spin beyond the last of my great great great great grandchildren’s days. But what will that world be? What am I doing to preserve a space for my children where they can feel safe to bring up children of their own.

I’ve shielded my kids from the bad side of what it means to be black in America. Clearly the shield is cracked and the light of the real world is leaking in. I have been having honest and open dialogue with them about what is happening now, but I do not know what to say about what is to come. Certainly there will be blowback for all of this. Anytime a minority class has tried to buck the systemic chains of oppression, the blowback has been severe. Couple this with the fact that the GoP does not and will not ever see the democratic party as a valid form of leadership and we have a difficult road ahead. What world will I be responsible for leaving to my kids? I claim responsibility, because as an educator I am in a position to make some small measure of change. I have not.

I do not know what that change will or should look like.

Perhaps the change should start with narratives. Black Narratives Matter. As do any narrative that reminds us that stories come from many places and look many different ways. I do a good job of that in Mythology, I think. However, the work in ENG and Sci-fi has not been as strong. I have to do better.

Some Thoughts:

  1. Been nearly a full week of Tabata workouts. I can do the 4 minute for one more week before I clearly need to add time and grow. I’ve lost no weight, but that will come in time…
  2. I hope.