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I'm not afraid. I'm white.

Travis Rogers, Jr.

I'm not afraid. I'm white.

Opinion
3 mins
9/30/2020

It is a sick and sad commentary on our callousness when we can say that blacks shouldn’t do the crime and they won’t get shot. It’s easy for a white person to say, “When an officer stops you be respectful, it works for me.” Sure, it works for you. You’re white.

Don’t do the crime and you won’t do the time.” Yes, we all saw Baretta say that, or something close to it, on 1970s TV.

But our Black sisters and brothers are in a different environment, altogether.

I have never gone to sleep in fear. I’m white. But Breonna Taylor, a Black woman, was asleep at home. She was shot 8 times when police entered her home without identifying themselves. Her boyfriend and his friend called 911 and then tried to defend themselves. Breonna Taylor is dead. 

I used to run back in my sports-playing days and I never once feared running through any neighborhood. I’m white. I must belong anywhere I choose, right? But Ahmaud Arbery, a Black man, was killed by Georgia racists while on a jog through their neighborhood, a neighborhood he had jogged before. Ahmaud Arbery is dead.

I have often stood in my living room with the curtains open without fear. I’m white. But Atatiana Jefferson, a Black woman, was shot through the window of her own home by police responding to a call from a neighbor who reported that Jefferson’s front door had been left open. I have left my front door open many times without fear. Atatiana Jefferson is dead.

I like ice cream and Nicole and I sit on our couch several times a week, enjoying it in peace and free from fear. We’re white. But Botham Jean, a Black man, was seated on his sofa in his apartment, eating ice cream, when police officer Amber Guyger entered the apartment and shot him because she thought he was a “dangerous intruder.” She had entered his apartment, thinking it was hers. Botham Jean is dead.

When I was a kid, I was always playing with toy guns. One looked exactly like the 1911 .45 pistol. I never once worried about playing with that gun, chasing my cousins down the street. I’m white. But 12-year-old Tamir Rice, was playing alone with a toy gun in a park. Within 2 seconds of arriving at the park, Timothy Loehmann fatally shot Tamir and then tackled Tamir’s distraught 14-year-old sister. It took over 4 minutes for officers to begin administering first-aid. Tamir Rice is dead.

For the love of God, stop blaming victims. Why can’t we work for justice instead of it always being a left vs. right battle? Why is it always the white whine, “But what about meeeee?”

You want to quote Jesus? Quote ALL of what he says. You know, like Matthew 25:41-46. “Then he will say to those at his left hand, ‘You that are accursed… for I was hungry and you gave me no food, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not welcome me, naked and you did not give me clothing, sick and in prison and you did not visit me.’ Then they also will answer, ‘Lord, when was it that we saw you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not take care of you?’ Then he will answer them, ‘Truly I tell you, just as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to me.’”

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