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"You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise" Maya Angelou
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
And the world will be as one
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A peaceful march and vigil on Sunday in DC in memory of George Floyd and for racial justice … but so much unrest and turmoil all over as cities burn … so much anger, so much anguish … there has to be change, justice and a way to protect our democracy
"At first I thought I should just shut up and listen to black people about this issue.
But why would I do that? It's not their problem, it's mine.
People of colour are being failed by the system. The white system. Like a broken pipe flooding the apartment of the people living downstairs. The faulty system is making their life a misery, but it's not their job to fix it. They can't - no-one will let them in the apartment upstairs.
This is a white problem. And if white people don't fix it, someone will have to come upstairs and kick the door in."
(Bansky, June 2020)
"WORK HARD TO DISCOVER YOUR GIFT AND
YOU WILL NEVER ENVY OR HATE ANOTHER
HUMAN BEING WHO IS MANIFESTING THEIRS."
- LOUIS FARRAKHAN
Nobody ever said ONLY black lives matter.
If you cannot understand that it means that we should care about black people as much as we care about our own lives, then you are stupid.
#IcantBreathe
#DontBeAKaren
never stop fighting for justice #blm
don't stop signing petitions, don't stop sharing and don't stop talking about it
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A simple thunderstorm over Oklahoma I spotted out the window on a flyover to California in 2019, looks positively apocalyptic when lit up by the setting sun. Love the window seat and I'm sure I annoy the other passengers around me by frequently opening my window blind to check out the landscape.
I can't help but draw an analogy with the current climate of instability in the US. It seems clear to many (myself included) that much needs to change to create a more equal and just society. As with changing weather, that change can often seem abrupt and dramatic, sometimes even violent, when the differentials are too extreme. It is scary to watch. But it is also difficult to explain the status quo to my children. But once the storm has passed, I am hopeful that meaningful change will take place, and the air may be cleaner and more peaceful than ever before.
Frighteningly, it may even become more difficult to voice one's opinion and change the status quo, as the tools the state can bring to bear now to suppress instability can have serious repercussions on even the most innocent and well-meaning. It's not the sixties any more. Without trying to be overly ominous or conspiratorial, we have to keep a very careful watch on the use of digital recording, autonomous surveillance and facial recognition for the purposes of identifying and harassing or even charging non-violent protestors.
These are effectively weapons of mass destruction against democracy, as just showing up to a peaceful protest could result in serious economic consequences. If that threat is realized, people will become fearful of speaking out. The first amendment is *essential* to a functioning democracy. I urge you to research and consider how your local, state and federal governments employ facial recognition to potentially interfere with the ability to express yourself. I do not know whether any agency of government in the US is misusing these tools right now, and I'm not claiming they do. But they have certainly been used to suppress free speech in other countries, and the potential is certainly there unless we as a society remain hyper vigilant, and this is true regardless of which political party is in power.
Stay safe, but speak up for your rights as well as those of the many whose rights and freedoms are more fragile.
I have been in so much pain the past week. In this I am not unique. I have experienced a myriad of emotions. I feel enraged, broken hearted, unseen, voiceless. Simultaneously I feel empowered, inspired and hopeful. So many emotions that are overwhelming.
I am 40 years old. I'm a Black woman. I am a therapist. I am an artist. I am a daughter. I am a Christian. I am a friend. I am smart. I am strong. I am sensitive. I am a Cali girl. I am a New Yorker. I am extraordinary. I am basic.
I am Sandra. I am Ahmad. I am Eric. I am Trayvon. I am Breonna. I am George. I am Zoe.
I cannot and will not attempt to express all of my emotions here; I will not use my energy to reach for the impossible. I just want to use every platform I have to express my truth and THE truth. BLACK LIVES MATTER!!
Thank you to every single person who is fighting for justice. Thank you to every person who died for the plight over a long, racist history. Thank you for artistry that makes me feel seen. Thank you! Thank YOU! THANK YOU!
With so much love,
Julia