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We All Have Buffalo’s Blood on Our Hands Tonight.
Because this is America.
Tonight I extend empathy, support, and healing to survivors of the victims of Buffalo, and to the entire community. I will not extend my prayers or offer my prayers upon our Black and multiethnic community members impacted. I will, however, pray myself and my own community into action. By the will and power of the Creator, I do pray for us to be moved to action.
We each bring a voice to help collectively liberate our brothers and sisters who are being targeted, persecuted, and murdered in acts of pure evil and hate. If we say nothing, if we do nothing, or worse — we say we are sorry and that we will pray, or change our profile pictures to reflect performative grief alone — we are not allies, we are not helpers, we are not community, and we are not upholding humanity for all people.
My heart is aching. The joy of celebrating this past week in my personal life has been eclipsed by the shadow a valley my brothers and sisters of color unjustly revisit.
The problem isn’t that there is “no room in America for hate.” The problem is that there is simply only room in certain spaces of structural, systemic power for this type of hate — to be accepted, to be emboldened, and to flourish into the murders of marginalized people of color in broad daylight.
