Not Knowing Is No Longer Good Enough

Not Knowing Is No Longer Good Enough.

I have always tried to be the person who tries to give political answers, especially in a workplace setting.
I’ve always started each of my sentences with the same phrase, “I am not an expert on the topic.”
That’s because I don’t want to come off as arrogant on a topic or seem like I know everything. Because, spoiler alert, I do not know everything.
These times are as revolutionary as I have ever lived. It’s a crazy thing to think that I have so much privilege that I can sit back and watch what is going on on national television.
I don’t have to worry about the fact that nobody that I’m familiar with is in danger from a virus or from the threats of protesting.
I am privileged.
The most work that I’ve done as of late is to donate money, repost photos I see on Instagram and retweet something on Twitter. Even then, it’s a little nerve-wracking because I don’t want to offend any of my peers from the corporate world that I follow throughout the nation.
Crazy times.
I’m not even going to lie; I’ve been scared of being called names before. I’ve been scared of being rejected by the pretty white girl in middle school. I’ve been scared of being walking out of stores when I haven’t stolen anything.
I’ve never been scared of getting killed by a police officer, though.
Because of that privilege, I feel like I need to do more. Being born on the same day as Dr. Martin Luther King Jr, I feel like I have some sort of calling to do more, and I haven’t used that privilege to do more for social injustices. My voice shakes when I speak up, but that’s because I haven’t worked it out as much as I should.
Going forward, I will be a better person, and I will challenge the circle I surround myself with that doesn’t choose to follow suit.
We have been lead by generations that allowed problems like these just go under the rug, and we have to be the generation that puts a stop to it.
I want to bring children into this world in the future, but I don’t want to have to explain that I sat at home while the real change was being done by those that cared just a little bit more than me.
That can’t happen.

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