Thursday, September 22, 2016
Oh, Facebook *sigh*
You know, I never realized that some people I know are racist until Facebook came along.
and then ... wow. Of course, I found out that my boss was racist when he spewed some really offensive shit within my earshot. But I found out that one of my SISTERS was racist through Facebook (she's been blocked), and I've since found out that several acquaintances, if not overtly racist, are racist-adjacent, thanks to stuff they or their Facebook friends have posted.
Just yesterday, this showed up on my Facebook feed, posted by a "friend":
I spent a good part of yesterday afternoon trying to explain why this a good chunk of this is incorrect, starting with the fact that the statistics are misrepresented. More white people are killed by cops because there are more white people, PERIOD; black people are disproportionately killed by police; this is indeed, at least partially, a "race problem". And every time I'd link to another fact discrediting another element of the post, "friends" of my "friend" would just jump in with yet more bullshit, which I would then research to disprove (and I will tell you what, about TWO SECONDS of googling was able to disprove the crap that was being presented as "facts"). It was EXHAUSTING. But the idea that it was the MEDIA somehow causing the problem of renegade cops shooting unarmed civilians who are complying with their orders? yeah, no, THAT'S NOT WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE, people. And of COURSE there are situations where force is justified and necessary and blah blah blah, but I'm sorry, when you start spewing about an "entitled welfare state breeding thugs", oh, we are gonna tangle.
And I'm tired. I'm tired of having to threaten to quit my job to get my boss to quit spewing offensive crap. I'm tired of mixing it up with people on Facebook when they spout bullshit (oh yes I do! I will not let racist bullshit slide), and then blocking them when they won't stop. I'm tired of finding out that people who I thought were kinda interesting and maybe worth spending some time with are, in fact, not.
But I'm not nearly as tired of that as I am sure that some black people are tired of getting shot by cops because they're black.
sorry, I'm pretty sure that made no sense grammatically, but I hope you can see what I'm trying to say. There are any number of places on line where the point I'm trying to make is being expressed much more eloquently.
So I'll keep fighting, keep speaking up in my little sphere of influence, whether or not it makes any difference. (and believe me, I know that little old me is not likely to change anybody's mind, or even make them THINK before they blurt out a bunch of crap.) Because it's the right thing to do. And I'm tired. Having the courage of one's convictions is easy when you hang out with people who think as you do. But when racism comes knocking at my door? I can't just ignore it.