This post is less about my outfit and more about the Concept of the title. Before I begin I do want to touch on what I am wearing. I am sporting a crew neck from the beautiful people at https://www.hgcapparel.com/ , head over to their site for some amazing urban wear. The headpiece is from one of my favorite designers here in Boston, Claude Michelle. To find his work head to his instagram @claude_michelle. Blazer and pants are brought to you by the good people at Zara.com and completed with shoes from aldos.com.
Speaking about Black Lives tends to hit portions of my heart that I’ve seemed to have buried early on in my life. There are many reasons I can touch on but I wanted to give you reasons from my upbringing, why I believe many people that aren’t my skin complexion won’t truly grasp and understand what most black men and women face on a day to day.
Maybe they would understand Black lives mattered if they knew what it felt like to be stopped by the police 5 times in a single day because you went to play basketball in an affluent part of the city. Maybe they would understand Black lives mattered if they became a custom to looking in their rear view mirrors to identify cars at night by the shape of their headlights just make sure police officers weren’t tailing them. And don’t get me wrong, I have nothing to be afraid, but with the senseless killings of black men and women police lights are the last things I want to see at night. Maybe they would understand if they were forced to grow up distinguishing regular cars from detective ones, maybe they would understand if they were faced with an uphill battle from the minute they entered an interview, maybe they would understand if they grew up in neighborhoods where a certain logo on your hat could get you killed, maybe they would understand if they were praised for their athletic ability but accused of plagiarism when producing great work in school, maybe they would grasp it more if they realized that holding a basketball could’ve been the reason why you lived that night you walked home alone, maybe it’s because they don’t get approached in the “nice” part of town with questions like “ are you lost?”. Maybe it’s because blue and white lights don’t keep them up at night, or maybe just maybe this smile gives you indication that everything is ok. I don’t blame anyone for their ignorance because they did not grow up in the same circumstances and that is not their fault, I just hope they can hone in on the fact that we aren’t making these things up.
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