Writing this letter hurts…
I don’t think any of the female writers who assist in BlameEbro.com ever thought such a letter would be necessary to our black male audience—but it is.
These past few days have been rough.
It’s as if our country is continuously hunting black bodies, our black men are the intended target, and justice is just an illusion of a dream they tried to sell us when the words “with liberty and just for all” were written.
Truth be told, I don’t believe black people were considered as a part of “all” nor are we now. When the Constitution was written, we weren’t included as members of the “people” referred to that are a part of “[forming] a more perfect union,” because if we were…our black bodies, especially those of our black men, would not be discarded like their disposable.
I write this letter, black men, to remind you that You Matter.
You always have and you always will.
Each hue of you, each accent of you, each one of you matter.
This country defines the hunting of your kind as policing to cover up its historical lineage of the fear that black people, but most certainly black men, have been and could be superior to them.
The system fears that one day you will understand your power and rise up against it—that is why they are killing you; that is why more cops will get off for brutalizing your black canvas. Because if you rose up and took your rightful place, they would would have no choice but to oblige.
White America’s long time fear and ignorance of black lineage and its people is rooted in its miseducation of our people. You fear what you do not know and cannot fully understand. If White America refuses to recognize the existence of white privilege, there is no way we can expect them to be able to comprehend the legacy, the importance, or the value of life of black people.
It is a hallucination to believe that black men and women have the same rights as their white counterparts; our justice system has proven that to be true time and time again.
Our system does not protect us; it was not set up to in the first place. Yet, our black men are still expected to obey the law and held accountable for breaking it. Meanwhile, our white counterparts, who the system is set up to protect, are not always held accountable when they break the law. More so, the men expected to uphold the law and enforce it, do not and are rarely found accountable for breaking it.
All we have is each other…we cannot depend on the law to protect us; only ourselves. Yet, this country is just as much ours, as it is any other citizen living in it. This country is yours, black men, and you have a right to be protected. Your voice and your life are valued to us, black women.
This hurts…I don’t think it will ever stop hurting, but in the words of Ta-Nehisi Coates, from his book Between the World and Me,
This is your country, this is your world, this is your body, and you must find some way to live within the all of it.
I’m scared as many of you may be right now. You may fear for your life and the lives of other black men and women. But living in fear will not free you; finding a way to live in spite of that fear will.
So this is your country, black men, and you matter.