Black Grievance is exhausting
It’s also debilitating
The never-ending stream of black grievance videos and messages throughout the month of February can be exhausting.
I know we are coming down the home stretch of what I call the “Victim Olympics”.
This is the time of the calendar after Dr. King’s holiday through February where everyone is tripping over themselves to prove just how much America and white-supremacy has aggrieved them.
In a recent meeting about black history that I attended, the moderator played a video of a woman named Miracle Jones.
She is a professional agitator from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
This was the most disrespectful black history moment I have ever experienced.
There was nothing triumphant about the video.
She was supposed to be talking about black joy. Yet, all I heard was how hard it is to live in a country that is full of white-supremacy and anti-blackness.
It has to be very exhausting being in the black grievance industry.
In order to thrive in that industry, one must constantly find reasons to complain about their plight and how it’s the fault of the systemic racism that exists.
The best of breed in that industry must constantly demonstrate how whiteness has impacted their lives in a negative way.
And, the mental gymnastics it takes to explain away black prosperity as the result of white adjacency must be tiring.
It’s also debilitating.
When everything revolves around the actions of someone else, it strips away all agency.
Leaving one without hope, faith, or love.
Emptiness and a void is all that remains.
Life is rendered meaningless and without joy.
No wonder these people are so angry and full of rage.
There beating it down at my daughters school and for an innocent 8 year old with black friends, she has been constantly asking questions. “Would they have been mean to Stella back then?” Most children don’t see skin tone, I just feel like it creates more attention to it. I want her to understand the past, but the way she has been obsessing over it seems a bit much, as of she is feeling responsible herself for what happened.
Shawn, thank you for adding your perspective.
To me it lines up perfectly with how i understand God sees us: each made in His image and likeness, with a body and soul, male and female, made to be in relationship with Him. The youngsters get it right, and it is just too sad that the “grown ups” mess it up.