The Convenience of Whiteness

The Convenience of Whiteness

How easy life is

To never be hunted

To get home safely

To know that your children

Will return to you each and every night

How simple it is

To say what he should have done

To say it was a mistake

To say that violence

Is never the answer

How could you know what it is

To live in fear

To have no recourse

To be unable to breathe

From a 400-year-old knee on your neck

Protest the police

Be met with gas and explosions

Protest the pols

Be met with barbed wire and fences

Protest the games

Be called traitors

They say

Violence is never the answer

They say

Vote instead

They say

It’s not that bad

They say

So many things of so little consequence

How convenient it is

To tell others their own experience

To deny the truth for decades

To be responsible for the silence

That eases nothing but their own conscience

The problem we face

Is not new

Is not an accident

Is not natural

But the deliberate outcome of a designed supremacy

When thirsty

They point to a well

That has no pump

That has no handle

And blame your thirst on you