As a lifestyle blogger who lives in the UAE, I’m constantly asked what it’s like for Black people living here. Is it safe? As a traveller, I have to do extensive research about the country I am visiting before I book my flights. I need to know if it’s safe for Black people. As one of the few Black teachers, I was asked by a fellow colleague ‘what was it like growing up as a Black person in the UK.’ As if I could give him a breakdown in a few sentences. My Blackness defines me the most because even before I’ve opened my mouth, I’ve already been placed into a box.
And now, because it was caught on camera (our word was not enough before smartphones apparently) people are starting to believe that this racism – that has reared us – actually exists. I’m glad people are starting to wake up but for me, for the 30 years I’ve been on this earth, the damage has already been done. And I am tired. We as a community are tired.
In this post, I will attempt to explain some of my other thoughts and feelings surrounding racism in the wake of George Floyd’s brutal murder by the police. Because George was Black, an officer knew that the law in his country empowered him to treat this man as less than human and that even if he killed him, that same law would protect him. He knew he would face minimal or no consequences. Have we not failed as a society if we keep allowing these things to happen?
To George,