(Cross-posted from my Google Plus)
If one more person tells me how sorry they feel that *I* am hurting about the Zimmerman verdict, I am going to punch them in the face. My pain is not the problem here. I don’t need you to be sad FOR me. I need you to be angry WITH me. I need you to see and understand WHY this is fucked up. I need, god, I need a little faith in humanity right now, because I don’t fucking have any left. I need a reason to believe that enough people will be outraged by this to… to do SOMETHING. ANYTHING. Talk about it. Scream about it. Be angry enough to make changes. To force changes. Angry enough for this to matter, for you to remember it the next time someone tries to tell you racism is dead or that profiling is ok or that justice works just fine. I don’t need people holding my hand and hugging me and asking if I want tea and trying to jolly me out of my mood. You’re not helping. You are part of the problem. I need to not feel so all alone and helpless. I need you to be furious. I need you to be on fire with the need to know more, to understand more. I need you spending the next month frantically reading every social justice blog and paper and twitter feed out there, desperate to understand how and why this could have happened, hungry for a way to keep it from happening again.
And if that’s not you – if you can’t do that, if you’re not that angry, if you’re not on fire with it – then DO NOT TALK TO ME RIGHT NOW. There is nothing you can say or do that will help. All you will do is convince me further that the dawn is never coming.