A (Black) Job Well Done?
A Black Eyed Observation About Trump's Visit to the NABJ
The greatest freedom in America is anyone can call themselves anti-racist, and even be an anti-racist activist, and plant their beliefs in the bed of their front yards with a sign reading: In this house we believe Black Lives Matter, etc., etc., etc.
Anyone can march in protest of the unlawful (and frankly predatory) killing of Black bodies, and follow the Black oligarchy with its Black witticisms, fat and dripping, with history and dank Black dopeness.
Anyone can reach out and touch any Black word warrior via DMs and reposts and fire emojis in the comments section.
Anyone can do this.
In the Land of the Free and Home of the Brave, anyone can wrap their morality around the whole Black diaspora, in a great big ole hug, without leaving the comfort of their home, without ever having met an actual Black person in the flesh.
The greatest freedom in America is anyone can stand with Black people without being within a 5 mile radius of a Black person and call their “act” progressive.
In America you have the liberty to move about the country without any interrogation of your DEI claims as long as an actual Black body—and I mean a thriving and surviving Black body and not a Black square, meme or yard sign—doesn’t enter a room where you live, clear and free, of any conviction.