3 years ago a family member said “To be Black (or Brown) and poor in this world means that justice does not exist for you and your life means NOTHING.
What's the point in calling for JUSTICE when the definition isn't the same for you?
What's the point in being law-abiding when they will always see you as a threat?
What's the point in telling someone to "be safe" when the streets, the institutions and this world are not.
What's the point in saying it will get better when for hundreds of years, the injustice, inequality and racism remains the same albeit in different forms.”
Never are her words more true than now. Be safe, injustice, these are words that mean different things to different people and when I look at what is happening in the world right now and I reflect on our ongoing battle for the TruthAboutZane, I can’t put my hand on my heart and say I don’t believe that if Zane was a white boy, if we were a white family and not from jewel heritage, that we didn’t have an African family name, we wouldn’t have been treated differently.
The outcome would certainly be the same, the lies, corruption, cover- up BUT the micro aggressive behaviours we experience, the profiling, the dehumanisation by the institutionally racist police and others in authority, I argue would have not existed.
Zane was a beautiful and innocent little brown boy, did his life matter?