Odds are, you are not like Freddie Grey's parent. You most likely don't live in a neighborhood where one in three males are not employed or where 90% of school children qualify for free and reduced lunches like Freddie's neighborhood.
Because a tragedy like Freddie Grey's death would happen in my neighborhood about the same time all the dogs start flying, I can ignore scenes like the riots in Baltimore. My Middle School son hasn't discussed the Baltimore Riots in any classes or with any of his friends.
The ignorance stops with me. My son and I have now had a handful of meaningful conversations and watched different kinds of media representations of the incidents surrounding Freddie Grey's death. We've talked about the use of the word "thug" - is it a new, excusable, way to say the n-word? Hopefully he can become empowered to talk with his friends. History is going down as most white kids conduct business as usual. For their peers a few states and layers of economic segregation away, "Riots are the voice of the unheard," (Martin Luther King Jr.).
I am also using the Baltimore Riots as a launch pad for Project White Folks. I can't promise to update my blog daily or to respond to comments timely. I can't promise exciting graphics or even complete sentences.
I can promise to be here, as far as virtual worlds go, engaged about my role as a White woman working towards liberation for all beings. It's my social privilege that has kept me silent on my true thoughts about White privilege and stifled about where and when I should march towards equality.
It was literally my great-grandfathers that got America into this mess. Project White Folks is me working towards getting us up.