black lives are matter
nation-wide protests against the state-sanctioned murder and criminalisation of black americans
drowning and detainment facing african refugees trying to reach the borders of fortress europe
suicide of ethiopean domestic workers in lebanon
anti-black racism being used as a talking point by supporters of israel and palestine
silence, i believe, is sometimes the ideal position to take. that is not to equate silence with inaction, but rather stepping to the background and not forcing out expressions of hurt and our experiences with state-sanctioned violence to foreshadow those of black protesters. especially in the age of the soundbyte where popularity is ranked by number of likes, retweets and followers.
i’ve been silent because i don’t know where to place my anger, fear and hatred at the devaluing of black lives. i’ve been silent because i know antiblackness in the u.s. arose in its own history and festered in its own context. i’ve been silent because i’ve been aware of how differently i was racialised in the u.s. when i opted to wear a scarf. i’ve been silence because i know of the structural racisms and divisions that exist within the country i call home. i’ve been silent because i have been critical of a casting of a transhistorical transnational blackness.
despite that, i’ve been struggling to prevent myself from drawing connections and viewing the protests in america through a global lens. i’m acutely aware that wherever i turn, i will be met with reminders that our black lives are nothing more than matter: soulless, un-human, worthless.