Facebook Publication Date: 11/19/2021 22:11
Lace on Race sez:
Tonight *I* am praying that the white people watching us grieve and wail and moan will take up the mantle of justice and fight with resilience reliability and relentlessness. As they *never* have before.
The mantle they collectively and unceremoniously dropped, again, in the months after the black spring.
I pray they will not so easily tire, become not so easily bored, that they will finally cease to blame the victims of racism and white supremacy, and finally put *real and enduring skin in the game*– on every axis.
Performative solidarity will not keep black people alive.
Sacrificial solidarity will.
White people are terrible at this. They–*you*– need to get better at it. Fast.
White people need to stop nodding their heads and furrowing their brows.
They need to make the dismantling of white supremacy and racism their singular focus.
*Everything, everything, everything flows from this*.
Until then, Lord, we are going to have to spend the next weeks and months taking care of the tears and machinations of wipipo, at our own expense, only to have you abandon us again.
And again.
And again.
Lord I pray, in the ensuing days, weeks, months, years, but white people’s actions match their contorted faces and tortured rhetoric.
Unlike before.
Unlike before.
Unlike before.
I pray that this time the promises will last before the steam on my coffee dies down.
Longer than the salty tears that leak without warning.
Longer than the rubber bracelets and black armbands that you leave in your car before you go to work.
Longer than the faded lettering on the Black Lives Matter on your lawn, spotted with sprinkler water.
Longer than the time between AMEX statements.
Lord let them see us.
Let them succor us.
Let them cherish us.
Let them hold us.
In the ways that matter and hold meaning for us.
Because I know that these are the ways that matter *to you*.
Lord I pray for courage.
For posts set to public.
For hard conversations in corridors and kitchen tables.
For servanthood.
For examination and excavation.
Today.
And tomorrow.
And tomorrow.
And tomorrow.
Lord, I pray for those with strong backs massaged with societal capital to truly become durable places where tired Black feet and souls can truly rest.
Failing that, I pray you render them mute.
The performative cacophony is killing me.
To the One who holds the haunted,
This I pray.
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