I do not support Black Lives Matter. But I don’t hate Black Lives Matter. I fear that we have lost our balance. America — especially the younger generation to which I belong— is in a season of unrest and the temptation is to run to extremes of the political and social spectrum. What would happen if we focused not so much on party decisions, popular opinion or personal bias but instead practiced weighing issues with prudence and compassion?
Black Lives Matter is expressing frustration. I am appalled at how they are expressing this frustration, but we should not throw the baby out with the bath water. Would it be possible to find a balance between full-on support and utter dismay? Perhaps that is too much to ask in the political year 2016, but I have faith in the American people.
Recently, I read the Black Lives Matter website. How many of those who oppose or support Black Lives Matter actually read their material? Although I disagree with the majority of what they outline, I noticed a frustration in their writing that I also share: They are tired of being told that we are all the same. Yes, we are equal, but we are different and that is acceptable. We have had “color blindness” set before us as the ideal for a society. But we don’t need to replace bigotry with blindness, rather, appreciation. In trying to free the black population from racism we shackled everyone to the oppression of sameness.
It is not contradictory to agree with a portion of a movement while opposing its core; it’s discerning. As for me, I will live so that color is appreciated and the search for political wisdom is reclaimed.
Who’s with me?