“Time Of Death For Dry January: 1:15 pm 1/6/21”

So reads a meme that popped up on my Instagram feed final Wednesday. The feedback beneath learn, “Opening a bottle of pinot right now!” and “Sippin’ tequila as I type.” Another reads, “Don’t ask me to give up whiskey or ANYTHING that brings comfort and joy during this apocalypse.”

I’m sitting in my workplace in shocked silence in entrance of my tv. I had tuned in to see Congress and Vice President Mike Pence certify Joseph R. Biden because the forty sixth president of the United States. An workplace he received largely because of the efforts of a bunch of girls I’m proud to rely myself amongst: Black Democrat activists. I needed to bask on this second.

But as a substitute, I see rioters outfitted in navy gear, American flags and MAGA hats. And then there’s the police making an attempt to peacefully de-escalate the violence brought on by these droves of white women and men storming the steps of our nation’s Capitol. I truly should blink and rub my eyes as a result of my mind isn’t fairly comprehending what’s in entrance of me. 

Since earlier than I used to be born, Black folks have been protesting the violence we now have suffered by the hands of the police. And consequently, since earlier than I used to be born, Black folks have been shot, shot at, tear-gassed, violently assaulted and jailed.

The disparity in how these damaging terrorists and offenders are being dealt with, juxtaposed with how Black individuals are handled once we protest peacefully, is so flamboyant and egregious that I instantly am overcome by a horrific mixture of sorrow, anger and grief. 

So, the police do know how one can de-escalate a crowd with out making use of deadly drive. And protesters could be ushered away from a riot, unarrested and unharmed and unadmonished. 

I choose up my telephone,

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