Privilege
I have been leaving activism and organizing for a number of years, but what happened a little over a month ago was the last straw. A group of activists from around the state protested a car show in Albertville. I obviously have a certain affinity for car people because besides Robyn, I spend most of my time with them.
The way they were treated was dehumanizing and beyond the pale. One well known activist even told one bystander that he needed to go to the dentist. I’m not sure what any of this has to do with the Confederate flag.
I asked for accountability.
I got none.
Such is life. I value my friendships more than I value the humanity of rednecks.
I know I am valued by activists and organizers because of my privilege. The difference between me and someone flying the Stars and Bars is a $90,000 education. I’ve said this many times and I guess people thought it was a cute thing I say or some shit like that, but it’s actually an incontrovertible fact. Activists and organizers value my privilege. You don’t value me. It is what it is.
None of this can be solved. It’s too broken, too rooted, too based on deep anxieties and fears, which people on all sides think justifies bad behavior.
I’ve become quite the prayer (prayer??). I think we are headed towards difficult times. I ask God to guide my hands and heart everyday. I’m open to all people who want to work for the good of life on this planet. Black Lives Matter, All Lives Matter, Trump, Biden, you’re all welcome at my table as long as you work.
I wish you’d all just put down the weapons for a moment and listen, but that is probably impossible. So no more talk.
Let us walk and work together - Ladysmith Black Mambazo, The Long Walk to Freedom