I have thought a lot about this phrase over the past few years. I used to think, “Well, don’t all lives matter, not just the black ones?” But then the more I read what my black friends were posting about this statement the more I realized the importance of this statement. This statement doesn’t say “only black lives matter”. This statement says, “black lives matter”.
The majority of white people do not need to be told that their life matters, I do realize that there are some who are needing to hear that due to circumstances out of their control—such as the women, men, and children who are sex trafficked daily—but this statement goes deeper than just letting someone know that they matter. This statement is telling an entire people group that they matter—and believe me, they matter! They ALL matter. Even the ones that are not on the “right path” right now—their lives matter.
To my black friends, I am sorry for being quiet on this topic for far too long. While I would never consider myself to be a racist, because I truly care deeply for each and everyone of you! I can understand that saying nothing is just as bad as saying something racist. While I have defending black people in my every day life, and have called people out when they would be derogatory towards black people, I never fully understood the importance of really speaking out to help bring about a change.
Earlier this year I read the biographies of Martin Luther King, Jr, Frederick Douglass, Booker T. Washington, and W. E. B. Du Bois and my heart broke. While I have heard the stories, watched documentaries, read about history, etc. something was different this time.
When I lived in Belize, we experienced being the “inferior” race. My dad was charged with being at fault for an accident, even though the guy hit the back of my dad. I realize that this is completely minute in comparison to what black people face daily here in America, it made us realize that things like this truly happens. Now let me be clear, I am not saying that I can sympathize and feel what my black friends feel, but what I am saying is that I do empathize with you. My heart breaks for you. No human should ever feel less than anyone else because of their skin color, nor should a human feel better than another human because of their skin color.
We live in a broken world, but we also know the One who came to heal this broken world. I read a post of a friend’s earlier and she mentioned that Jesus made a whip to drive out the vendors in the temple. Jesus. The perfect man. The one who saves us from death. He is the one who MADE. A. WHIP. And drove people out.
There is a season for everything under the sun.
A time to sit by and be quiet, and a time to raise up your voice to the men and women who are in a position to help bring a change.
There is a time to stand alone, and there is a time to come alongside your black brothers and sisters and raise up their arms in the midst of their battle.
What are you going to do in the midst of this time? Are you going to sit idly by thinking that your voice doesn’t matter? Do you know how many times that it was because one voice stood up for what he or she believed in that brought about change? ONE VOICE! Are you going to be that one voice?