To be African American is to be African without memory & American without privilege..
Harsh reality, but this is exactly how I feel being a black woman in America. To have your lineage stripped from you where you don’t know where you’re from beyond slavery (even with ancestry, we still don’t truly know if it’s accurate). To living in a country where privilege and basic human rights is only given to people with fair complexions. A country where you’re not accepted, only tolerated. It’s devastating. To live in a world where you can literally get online and watch black people be murdered by police. The people that are suppose to protect all life. Even with hard evidence on camera, officers only get a slap on the wrist and never convicted. It’s mortifying and a constant reminder that your life.. black life means nothing to a lot of people in this country.
For me, police brutality hits close to home. In 2010, my Uncle got off work and headed home like any other regular day. While he was home making dinner, the police busted down his door and opened fire. He died at the scene. No explanation was given. My Uncle lived a simple life. Worked a honest job, took care of his children, and protected his family. Still to this day there hasn’t been any resolution on the case and my family will probably never get answers. Unfortunately this was long before the Black Lives Matter movement, before the hashtags, & camera footage, and police body camera’s. So every time I see/hear about George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Ahmaud Arbery, Tamir Rice, and countless others, its scratches at a old wound that never seems to heal.
In the mist of what feels like the 2020 Civil War & a global pandemic, I don’t know what to post. For the first two weeks it seemed insensitive to post about fashion & beauty. Since my blog also covers lifestyle I thought I could at least be transparent about that. So please bare with me, and I will get back to blogging about the things you guys love to see. But I felt like it was important to at least be transparent about my struggles. Although times are hard, I’m happy to see people of all colors come together and fight against racism and have those hard conversations. I pray this fight continues until we see a change. The change starts with us. Be sure to vote, sign petitions (links below), donate to organizations that support the cause, buy black, bank black, and support other black creators.