I’d like to be able to trust white people again.
Why, ya, I’m serious here. I’d like to be able to trust white people, for real.
I’d like not having to consider carefully the possibility of being betrayed by a cracker that I was hoping to be friends. But it’s happened over and over, when I’ve trusted in white people.
I’d like to be able to make new friends, without fearing that any given white person that I give the time of the day may be a white supremacist. But it’s happened so many times, that I welcome white people in my life, only for me to discover afterwards that they support, promote, and proactively work towards my fucking genocide.
I’d like to not be angery as fuck all the fucking time. But white people give me new reasons to be angery Every. Single. Fucking. Day.
I’d like not to fear for my life just because of who I am. But here we are, with a lot of white people who’s got the desire, and the institutional power, to either make me be a hashtag, or a forgotten part of a statistic, and for them life just go on business as usual.
I’d like to be able to trust white people again, so… Gimme a hand, how about?