Dear Black Lives Matter,
I use to say, “All Lives Matter.”
I use to deflect the conversation.
I use to minimize the issue.
I use to look for inaccuracies.
I use to justify.
From the deepest parts of my heart, I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I made it about me when you’re the one drowning in inequality and injustice.
I’m sorry I made it about me when I’ve never once experienced racism.
I’m sorry I made it about me when I’ve never experienced oppression.
I’m sorry I made it about me without seeing the injustice.
I’m sorry I made it about me without listening to your side.
I’m sorry I made it about me without realizing I’ve had white privilege from the day I was born.
I’m sorry I made it about me without remembering your history.
I’m sorry I made it about my humanity without acknowledging yours.
I’m sorry I didn’t listen when you were screaming for help.
Today I’m changed.
Today I listen. I look for ways to help and research how to be a solution and an advocate.
Today I stand with you and speak up for all people of color and demand equality.
Today I scream for justice. I see the broken system and urge for reform.
Today I learn more about your history and let the weight of it sink in.
Today I weep with you. I feel your broken hearts and beg for God to comfort you.
Today I humble myself before you and ask for your forgiveness.
Today the truth has been revealed and my eyes have been open.
Today I say no more.
No more will I stand idly by and listen to racism.
No more will I bury my head in the sand.
No more will I deny my inherent white privilege.
No more will I let you stand alone.
No more will I justify the actions of white people.
Black Lives Matter.
Let me say it again a little louder for the people in the back.
BLACK LIVES MATTER
A Reformed White Person
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