August 30-31, 2016, Prescott- Tomorrow, my Facebook page will have “Blue Lives Matter”, in the profile pic. This does NOT mean that I have suddenly discarded my conviction that Black Lives Matter, Vivas Latinas Importan, or that the world needs Native Americans.
My life has always mattered- to me, to my family, to my core group of friends from adolescence and to countless others met along the way, ever since. I can’t remember ever really feeling unloved, even in fleeting moments of self-pity. Worshiping Boous Hoous wouldn’t have gotten me very far, anyway. I also can’t remember a time when I was truly destitute, in terms of quality human friendships.
Too many, however, can’t say the same. Too many parents and spouses place conditions on their love. Too many children are taught that it is harshness and hardness which bring about success in life. Too many in positions of authority, from teachers to police officers, are taught that stridency is the way to bring about obedience, whilst humility is for wimps. Too many, in positions of trust, are deluded by programs and scripts that don’t serve anyone other than the executives of the corporations which dream up these programs and scripts. Too many vacillate between “Less (staff) is more” and “More (clientele per worker) is optimal.” Thus Child Protection Agencies, schools and counseling services are operating with insanely unwieldy worker/client ratios. Too many civil servants and elected officials are encouraged to place themselves above the needs of the people whom they represent.
The truth is, each of us matters- as much as the next. It has always been so, in the eyes of the Creator. Black lives matter, too. Vivas Latinas se importan, tambien. White lives have never been seen as not mattering. Native American lives deserve to be valued, a lot more than they seem to be, even today. Asians, Pacific Islanders, Australian Aboriginals, “Mixed Races” of all kinds matter, also.
One does NOT matter, to the exclusion of others. The misguided young man who told a Black girl in Buckeye, Arizona, two days ago, that her life and those of her fellows in BLM do not matter, is living in a deluded construct of the past, which can never be successfully revived.
The truth, inconvenient only to those whose own self-loathing is couched in racism, is that the world is showing us its true nature: There is but one human race, and we all need to get along. There is no going back, anymore than there is a successful outcome to driving in reverse on a freeway.
I support Blue Lives Matter, because too many decent, hard-working peace officers die on the job. I support Black Lives Matter because too many decent people of colour are dying young, often at the hands of those who look like them.
My life matters, so does yours.