Love Us Like You Love Our Culture

Hello everyone! This piece discusses my reaction to the deadly arrest of George Floyd, and what I’ve learned. I’ll also touch on the protesting and rioting flooding this country. Enjoy, and please share it with your friends.
DISCLAIMER: There are numerous ideas, facts, & links I could’ve incorporated in this piece. However, I only wrote what I am knowledgeable about. If you have any suggestions or issues with what this piece contains, you may leave a comment, or contact me at [email protected]. Or you can make your own damn blog.
I never planned on writing this piece. And here’s why.

I too was impacted by the death of George Floyd. It took me six days to watch the video of his arrest. Scenes like that remain on my mind forever.
And think about the arrest itself. Did the Minnesota Police Department need four officers to subdue one man? For a harmless crime involving counterfeit money?
And to add insult to injury, Floyd never posed a threat to those officers. In the video, he complied with their orders, and never resisted arrest.
Yet, he still lost his life.
As the video of Floyd went viral, the black community (as expected) shared their displeasure on social media.
However, in the midst of their displeasure, I noticed a familiar scene unfold.

Several expressed their opinion on the arrest. But others expressed their dissatisfaction with numerous groups: the oft-racist authorities, the black community, the white community, etc.
And they proceeded to share what they believe these groups should do, in response to Floyd’s arrest.
Now, let me clarify. I’m in no way, shape, or form justifying the cruel acts of Derek Chauvin, George Floyd’s murderer. Nor am I saying the black community shouldn’t be angry.
What I’m saying, is. If you desire change, why don’t you be the change? From the words of Mahatma Gandhi, “BE THE CHANGE YOU WISH TO SEE.”
Refrain from stating the obvious and telling others what they already know.
That’s how I felt. Initially.
The black community is angry with the endless injustice suffered by their race. I understand that. But don’t repeatedly state a problem you have no solution for.

And therefore, I didn’t want to feel as if I was doing a similar act, by writing a piece.
But as I began to read more about police brutality and Floyd’s arrest, I then learned what the black community was doing.
It was activism.
Growing up, I would hear the word “activism” in situations dealing with social issues and race. But I never knew what it meant.
Thankfully, over the past few days, I’ve witnessed its significance in our society.
In my own words, I define activism as completing different deeds, with the intention to educate others on your social beliefs and what’s morally and politically correct.
And I learned that activism can be represented in a variety of ways: conversations about racial issues, signing a petition, and most notably, protesting.

Therefore, I recognized that the black community was participating with their own form of activism, specifically, media activism: utilizing social media platforms to teach others.
In this case, the community educated our society on the impact of George Floyd’s death, and other Africans Americans who died at the hands of the police.
That is when I understood their doings.
And along with them, I too asked, why aren’t more people speaking up on social issues?
Some are comfortable spending their entire lives uttering bullshit, but won’t use a few moments to voice their opinions on what’s prevalent in their society, and their position on this matter with George Floyd.
And the white people sitting in silence, we expect you to speak as well, primarily those who claim to not be racist.
Why do you think this piece is titled “Love Us Like You Love Our Culture” ?.
If you love black culture so much, the food, music, clothing, language, why can’t you love who we are? Make it make sense.
A wise person once said, “everyone wants to be black until it’s time to be black.”

If you want to be black that bad, defend us in these times. Tell people that white privilege is a real thing.
We must continue to bring awareness to the police brutality against blacks taking place in our country each day. If you remain silent, we already know where you stand.
With that being said, this piece is my form of activism. And here’s why I wrote it.
I remember when Trayvon Martin passed away in 2012. I was eleven years old then, too naive to understand the severity of his death.
As I grew older, however, I realized it’s significance. Trayvon was a young black child, gunned down by a white man because he appeared to be a threat to his livelihood.
Looking back now, Trayvon could’ve been anyone of us.












