Ranting is a Whitevantage. Folks with the time to rant have time to rant and social standing enough to supply folks to listen. Only people with an audience can rant.
I am stranded on the Big Island with no one to protest with. I connect with the rage being expressed by diverse crowds on the mainland about human justice regarding police brutality. I don't know what to do with my rage.
The two friends I have that know anything about race-centered current events are done talking with me about the catalogue of African-American men, boys, and women gunned down by police since Michael Brown's killing. Everyone else carries on like life is business as usual. And it makes me feel sad and frustrated to interact with the unknowing.
But I forget that for many White folks, personal choices are political. Progress is progress no matter how small. Many of my White friends stage their own protests every day. Every kombucha sold is one less Pepsi. One less Pepsi is one less bottle of displaced water, one less elixir of sugary addiction, one less corporation payed to poison the planet. Quinoa is delicious and delightful in its diversity. And I am glad my friends do yoga. We all need mental and spiritual stimulation.
Is it the duty of every Caucasian to join in the protests or is living an alternative lifestyle good enough?
Watching coverage of recent Justice Movement protests gives me White Pride. Crowds showing up in the streets to die-in or march are diverse and mostly young. It makes me feel like more and more Caucasians are starting to get in touch with the stark differences in racial realities in this country and that we are the ones who have to step up to finally demand justice for all.
I promise that blogs of the future will not rant. I will not indulge in complaining anymore and if I do please call me on it. I will try considering every Kombucha sold as proof of deeper thinking among my people. And keep my fist in the air from this Island in the sea.