Friday, June 19, 2015

Dear Silent Patriots

Dear Silent Patriots,

I am pissed.

I have book reviews to post. I have a light, fluffy, funny article to write. I have a book to promote. I have to buy pink glitter for my first Seattle Summer Solstice parade tomorrow. But right now, it feels so wrong to give a flying fuck about such petty, insignificant bullshit.

Two days ago, this Charleston man walked into a predominantly black church, joined a Bible study, sat next to the pastor (and state senator), sat there for an hour, began arguing, and then drew his gun out firing and reloading as many as 5 times. He shot and murdered 6 women and 3 men between the ages of 26 and 87.

         “I have to do it. You’re raping our women and taking over the country. You have to go.”-Was what Dylann Storm Roof said before committing his act of terror.

What disturbs me the most about this isn't the horrific incident itself, but people's reaction to it.
As a new author, I have to keep a strong presence on social media. I have to keep an abundance of Facebook friends for connections and potential readership. A southern born and raised, Navy veteran, Berkeley graduate, feminist, and Seattle resident, I have probably the most diverse friends list possible. My Facebook activity is often one big Sociology experiment.

Many people say that racism isn't really a big thing in America. They say that the deaths of Tamir Rice, John Crawford and Eric Garner, none of whom were actual criminals, were brought on by failing to cooperate with police. They say that the Trayvon Martin's slaying was an honest mistake and that Michael Brown was a thug who brought his dead on himself.

If I were to roughly sum these people up into one group, they would be white conservatives. Many are from the south. Many either served in the military or are very pro-military. These are the people who change their profile photos to the Twin Towers or American flags every Memorial Day, Independence Day, and September 11th. These are the first people to support the troops and crucify Al Quaeda and ISIS. These are the people who flooded social media with grief, rage, and vows of revenge at the ISIS beheading of American journalist, James Foley. These were the people who used every thread of social media to openly mourn them.

A few weeks ago, some teenagers were at a pool party in McKinney, Texas. Some local residents felt that there were too many black people attending so they called the police and started this confrontation. Instead of protecting the unarmed teens, this happened.

Many people say that racism isn't really a big thing in America. They say that the teens weren't cooperating with the police. They say that they were trespassing and being unruly. They rationalize whatever fits their cushy white agenda.

Now they have a hate crime, a confessed, blatant, black and white act of racially infused terrorism on their hands and their social media threads are silent. No condolences, no memorializing, no "rest in peace" and pleads for prayers for the Charleston victims. 

What pisses me off the most about this whole travesty is that the loudest voices in fighting terrorism, defending ones nation, slaughtering ISIS, remembering 9/11, and belting out endless patriotic sermons on keeping America sacred are dead silent about Charleston.
Those who are turning a blind eye to this are  frauds.

Hanging an American flag on your doorstep does not mean that you care about the United States.

I am pissed. I am livid. I am furious that so many people that claim to have defended this nation do not give a flying fuck about its citizens. You are not heroes. You are cowards.

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