White people, all white people, even the good ones, even the allies, even the ones who I will recommend when someone says “give me an example of a white person who isn’t racist,” even the ones I communicate with on a daily basis outside of tumblr about everything, even the ones I love dearly and the ones who love me:
This is the price of the privilege you enjoy everyday.
This isn’t meant to shame you. It’s just something I need you to realize. What we talk about here is not just something cute for you to reblog. It’s real. It killed someone tonight just three houses down from me. He wasn’t the first. He won’t be the last. I could be the next one.
Please understand that this is serious. This is real. We’re trying to stay alive, you know? We don’t want it to always be like this. The police were called to help him and they murdered him. I know you want to help, but there is no help, because this is white privilege, this is white supremacy, this is institutionalized murder of black and brown bodies. The cops will get off. The victim will be demonized. You will benefit from all of this.
This whole system needs to be torn down. I’m so tired.