1. Repeat after me: “Racism is not a mental illness. Racism is not a mental illness. Racism is not a mental illness.” By referring to the Charleston Terrorist as mentally ill, you not only remove blame from him and the system as a whole, but you further stigmatize and demonize mental illness. Being a racist does not automatically mean you suffer from mental illness, it means you are an asshole.
2. Taking down the Confederate flag and banning its sale is a nice gesture, but it’s just that. A gesture. It does nothing to really address the issue of racism and its prevalence within the fabric of American society. In fact, this whole flag issue has really only served to distract from the real issue at hand. Not to mention, you shouldn’t get a high five or pat on the back for doing something that should have been done 150 years ago when the war ended.
3. For everybody saying, “We’re not even safe in church?”: We were never safe in church. Do you not remember those four little girls in Birmingham who lost their lives at church because a white supremacist set off a bomb at the 16th Street Baptist Church? The ones we said we’d never forget? We’re not safe anywhere.
4. Dylann Roof is not a “boy” or a “child.” Dylann Roof is 21. He is a grown ass man old enough to vote and buy his own alcohol. Tamir Rice and Trayvon Martin were boys, children, teenagers at best. They were not “young men.” I need the media to adjust accordingly. And for the record: “Roof is no angel.”
5. I will not forgive him. America doesn’t expect the families of the victims of 9/11, the Boston Marathon Bombing, hell, even Pearl Harbor to forgive those who perpetuated such evil acts upon their loved ones, community, and country. Why are we, the Black community (Natives too, if we’re being honest), expected to forgive and get over every wrong committed against us no matter how recently it occurred? Nope. I won’t. I refuse.
6. Rachel Dolezal. Nope. Just nope.
That’s about as eloquent as I can be on any of these topics. Most of it has already been said, much more eloquently than my ramblings, in various corners of the interwebs. I am about numb at this point, so rambling is the best I can do.