Did you see the news this week?
Not only did they find a suspect for Madeline McCann (whatt?) but, most importantly, we watched the rise of the Black Lives Matter movement.
It took over social media, town centres and it took over a lot of my brain space.
The movement compelled me to read, watch and learn more about what it is to be black in the Western world.
And I began to realise that saying “I’m not a racist” isn’t enough to help the black community.
It’s being passive which is allowing systemic racism to continue.
I’ve learned how unjust the world is this past week and thought more about the role I play in it.
It doesn’t matter that I am not racist, what matters is that there are people who are.
And unfortunately, there’s more than I assumed there were.
I always thought racist’s natural habitat was in the south of America, where bragged of their “superiority” whilst consuming several hamburgers and milkshakes.
But they’re everywhere. And if I’m honest, I’ve probably witnessed some of my friends experience racism.
I realised that I need to do better.
I’m going to read more, learn and help amplify black voices. And I want to start right now by sharing with you, my favourite things that came out of the black community during the 60s.