My husband and I were having a discussion about the latest tragedies, where innocent black lives are being taken for no particular reason. I told him how it literally made me sick to think about; to know that yet another man/woman/child is being slain by a white person. I am usually not one to focus solely on the specifics of it just being black on white crime, but lately it’s hard to ignore or spin any other way.
My husband on the other hand, had a different perspective of the situation. I am paraphrasing what he said, but he basically asked this question:
black people are using these opportunities to rally, march and speak out about the racial war between us and white people, but what about the internal race war against ourselves?
That question really made me think long and hard about things. Most times, when I am on…