Crowds of opposing people shout against each other, separated by community and philosophy. On one side, they carry guns and words of hate and violence. They stand across from hopes of peace and justice. The desire for liberty is quickly met with brutality, as the people that are supposed to protect them fire shots into the crowds.
The entitlement among the white protesters reeks with hate and false superiority. Their privilege protects them from an awareness of the pain of others. It fuels their ethnic exclusivity and social segregation. They are given peaceful resolutions.
In Minneapolis, bodies drop to the ground from the pain of rubber bullets and tear gas as blue uniforms flood the masses. There is no attempt at a conversation. People run and scream against the pop of gunshots flashing around them.
Their hope slips away. ‘Help’. They plead. “I can’t breathe.” All they ask for is an equal right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Nothing more.
Chants emerge from the Michigan state capitol as white citizens storm in with guns and threats towards state legislators over laws in place to keep everyone safe. Yet, there are no injuries there. They are met with calm discussion and de-escalation.
Both groups are fighting for what they view as their rights. Safety is a human right. The divide holds strong.
One side is encouraged to endanger the lives of many. The other is not allowed to stop the loss of life among their community. One side is oppressing, not recognizing the effects of their protest in less fortunate areas.
The other is being oppressed on the basis of their fortune. One side is only white people holding their privilege. The other is beautifully diverse, holding their hope. One side is killing. The other is being killed. One side is fighting for their privilege. The other is fighting for human rights.