VJ’s Weekly Challenge #98: no words

From my place of privilege, I sit and watch George Floyd beg for breath, call out for his mama, and know that I can never truly understand the plight of another, and that I, by virtue of my whiteness, am part of the problem. I have no words adequate enough to express what I am feeling.

I tried. I sent out an expression of disbelief, of horror, and the response came back: This the best you got, white woman.

The author is correct. The comment deserved. I can turn off the TV and the issue moves into the background of my suburban, peaceful life. And no matter how much that image, and his voice haunts me, I am still safely distanced. Such is the nature of my sin. I am guilty of turning a blind eye; pretending.

Racial profiling doesn’t just happen somewhere else. It happens to young men in my neighbourhood – pulled over every time they go out, because we whitey’s are suspicious. It happens the moment we turn on our screens and watch a crime drama where the perpetrators are men of colour.

And it will continue to happen as long as we are willing to look away.

Today, I feel helpless. Inadequate. Guilty.

Today, I have no words.

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This week’s focus is inspired by the events unfolding in the news, but is not limited in its scope. There is much in life that leaves us speechless – both tragic and awe-inspiring. This week, think about the moments that leave you searching for words. Responses can be written, photographic, artistic, or musical. I look forward to your input.

49 thoughts on “VJ’s Weekly Challenge #98: no words

  1. As a person of color who looks and is perceived as white by others and society in general, I enjoy privilege more often than not. I’ve been taken as Hispanic, my real father was, and called a “wetback” and spit upon a couple times. I’ve was pulled over every time I flew after 911 and my daughter, a baby then, was actually strip searched in the airport, diaper off and all. But I realize I can never know what it feels like to live as a black woman in this country since I am perceived as white. My mother who was half African American was also perceived as white, so not even through her experience can I have any real idea of what that experience is. But I do know we have to find our words so this stops.

    http://aikalandros.com/2020/06/01/silent-no-more/

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  2. Such a touching post! As a fellow white woman, I often feel speechless when confronted with violence against people of color. However, I too easily turn away because I don’t know what to say.

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