I am color blind. I can’t see the color of a person, close up or from afar. I am incapable of telling what color a person is without my color blind goggles. That is why it is nonsense to focus on #blacklivesmatter.
This is why #alllivesmatter. That is why racism doesn’t exist. That is why those who rant about #blacklivesmatter are simply crazy. There is no foundation to this #blacklivesmatter whatsoever.
Why would anyone even come up with such nonsense? Why would we even be having this conversation when I, a Black man, am color blind. How can I, a color blind, Black man tell anyone, beautiful human beings that #blacklivesmatter?
For example, I see or I think I see that the background of this window is white. I know that for sure because I think my mind is playing tricks on me. The trick is that the ink printing on this window is black. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me.
Let me get my backup color goggles. Shh, please don’t tell my kumbaya dance group that I kept it. They told me to toss it out, but I kept it.
I have no complaints about anything whatsoever because I can’t see my own color. Most of my life to date, I have worked extra hard to get an education. I have worked extra hard to make sure that I put food on my table and a roof over my head along with acquiring basic human needs.
That will never change because, in the color-blind world, there is an expectation that so long as I am in America, I have all the opportunities afforded those with White privilege in the color world. Mind you that the only way to understand the meaning of White privilege is to wear the color goggles.
The same rings true for racism. Without the color goggles, one can not see racism or understand it. To obtain a pair of color goggles, one must see a professional psychologist for testing because viewer discretion is advised. Please take care to heed to this disclaimer, especially the psychologist part, which I believe is covered under the Affordable Care Act.
You see, I have never been discriminated against for any reason because of my color. When I get pulled over for speeding, I get a ticket just like everyone else. When I am driving down the street, almost home and get stopped, It has nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing to do with my skin color.
I mean who thinks about the color of any human being in this harmonious world where we are all getting along nicely? Who even want to talk about #blacklivesmatter when each time you turn around we are all dancing in the streets and singing kumbaya like one big happy family? Who would anyone even spew racism, injustice, and unfairness when all of us are rich, have access to wealth, and earthly abundance?
Oh, please don’t comment on this post with any bologna about me being crazy. I only want to see comments from readers that agree with me 100% that #alllivesmatter. I want my color blind friends to comment and give me support because I am color blind.
Anyone else commenting otherwise will not only be rebutting why #blacklivesmatter, but they will also be saying it’s true that #blacklivesmatter.
In my little color-blind world, the slave trade was not real because if it was real we would be having a different conversation – #alllivesmatter. The conversation about slavery would not be guilt driven and would be a lot easier. It would be easier because then we would acknowledge that slavery actually took place and everything that most of Black Americans are suffering is reflective of that. Then, finally, #blacklivesmatter.
that would also mean an admission that #blacklivesmatter. I don’t think admitting is a good idea when #alllivesmatter. I think admission is a ludicrous concept in life because by admitting that we are not colorblind then #blacklivesmatter.
Right now, as a color-blind Black person, #alllivesmatter. Of course, because it is defined in the United States Constitution.
Do you see color in the Constitution? It is the most color blind document on the planet and I love it. It gives me hope that as a color blind Black man, I got this.
I got this because #alllivesmatter. I got this because when we say #blacklivesmatter, we are simply confusing issues. Issues, historic in nature, that most of us were not even born to live and witness.
Those issues for a color blind person like me usually get lost in the guilt translation. The guilt translation is for those of us that see color because seeing color makes us uncomfortable. When we get uncomfortable, we become defensive and shut down to any form of color related discussions, which inevitably leads to #Alllivesmatter.
Come on now, who wants to be told on a daily basis that their ancestors were slave owners? Who wants to be reminded daily that being White is a privilege because their skin color is white? Who wants to live among a people that continue to point out that a system, designed to remind them of their place, being White, superior to being Black or any other color is unfair and unjust?
Please take care to remember that us color blind folks have feelings too. Try to remember that our feelings get hurt when we are reminded that during the dance of Kumbaya, My Lord – the harmony dance song. While you are at it, don’t forget that we have White friends that believe because they have Black friends, #alllivesmatter.
I need help. I have a serious color blind problem and I need help to see the errors of my ways. I want to understand why #blacklivesmatter more than #alllivesmatter. Where I live, we are all so happy with everything that I am afraid when one of my dance partner’s read this, they will be offended and I will have no one to tango with.
You see, aside from the kumbaya dances, we tango too. That usually involves getting along every step of the process. This is where I learned that at the end of the day, I am a color blind person because, during the tango I get everything in the same way that those with White privilege get. That is how I came to the realization that I am color blind and tossed my color goggles (shh, I still have it).
That color goggles caused me a lot of pain. It caused me to alienate several tango partners. The reason is because they are color blind too and when I discussed what I saw with those expensive goggles, they felt guilty, offended, frustrated and blurted out – “but #alllivesmatter.”
They tried to tell me that they are White with privilege and color blind so #alllivesmatter. When I pointed out that wasn’t true and that #blacklivesmatter, they asked me how I could call myself colorblind and see all that without my color goggles. The following tango practice session, they brought me the color goggles to make sure I speak of White privilege next time and that what I wasn’t speaking gibberish.
When I first tried it on. I was so shocked that I almost, literally walked into a tree. It was clear to me that all my life, my eyes has been playing tricks on me.
The trick as I finally figured was this, the first thing I saw with the color goggles was a person’s skin color. When that happened a number of things began to happen in my mind for the first time.
When I saw the White person’s color, I thought she was hearing. Then I went up to her and ask for her name. She indicated that she was Deaf and uses American Sign Language (ASL). To my credit, I know ASL so I conversed with her and learned more about #blacklivesmatter. After my conversation, I left in shock.
I was shocked because when I saw the White skin color, my mind told me that she was hearing. Why would my mind send this message to me? Where did it come from? I began to ask a lot more questions about my eyes and why it was playing those tricks on me.
I decided to take off the color goggles and return to my comfort zone – color blind zone. Whew. While in my zone, I asked more question about why anyone would put those color goggles on. I mean think about it.
I put on something to learn something only to learn that most of my indoctrinations about people with White skin and people of color are not always true. I realized that most of the stereotypes are false. I learned that everything I knew and taught me wasn’t necessarily true and that I am the one person who has to decide to hate and love based on the color goggles.
Fascinated in my color blind world and my new learning opportunity, I wanted to try it. Ah, yes, the color goggles again so I did.
This time I wanted to try it in different locations. I started with the television. That was very overwhelming.
It was overwhelming because for the first time I saw my reflection from the television screen that my own skin color is Black. With this, I went to look in the mirror in the bathroom with my new color goggles. Even at this time, I did not make the connection to #blacklivesmatter.
Back to the television screen with my color goggles is when I saw movies from the 1900s about slavery, where Blacks were getting water hosed by all-White police, and other disturbing images. At first, I jumped off my couch because it felt like looking inside binoculars. Whoa. Overwhelming.
It took some getting used to. I continued this journey. Then there was a clip from the news media about a Black man who was shot and killed by a White police officer. Then another one, where a White man with a gun waving it around in a form like doing a robot dance, and the all-White police only used pepper spray on him.
Then another one where a little Black boy with mental illness at a park was playing with a toy gun. As soon as the police vehicle pulled up, not even stopping, the officers, all-White shot him, unloading several rounds of ammunition, dead. The boy was left there, dead, for a while before paramedics arrived.
Then another one, a Black man, a father, was choke held to death. The officers at the scene were all White again. Then there was something else happening at Baltimore.
The more I watched, the more images of Black men and women in terrible situations come up. There were images of Black men, women, and children hanging from a try. Why didn’t I see this before?
I saw images of Black men in large numbers in jail. I saw images for the first time of Black children who were dead after a church was bombed. I could not believe my eyes.
I saw so many images where Blacks were in unequal positions to Whites. Most of them did not look like Blacks were deserving to be in those positions. I don’t recall that from my history classes.
I wanted to have fun too; like a kid in a candy store, I played with the goggles. I took it on and off to make sure I wasn’t still in Kansas.
Overwhelmed, confused as to why I had not seen all these before, I took off the color goggles to return to my comfort color blind world. A place where I lived like a White person with all the privilege #alllivesmatter. A place where the guilt noise was less.
A place of fun, music, and dances of kumbaya and tango. A place where my other color blind friends, whom I tried to see with the color goggles also appeared to look White, and often uncomfortable with the color discussion. I was happy being color blind and still am.
My happiness with being color blind is that my color conscious friends are uncomfortable when I tried to get them to try on the color goggles. One of them tried it and told the rest of them to watch out for me. That one told me that if I want to continue making them feel guilty for being a White person, they will look for a new kumbaya and tango partner.
To be completely honest, I am not sure if I can afford to lose my place in the kumbaya happy world. The world where color blind people like me live a stress-free lifestyle. A place where color blind people are free of guilt, related or unrelated.
So I want to close by letting my color blind friends know to keep the color goggles off. Keep it off because that is the only way to push #alllivesmatter. Otherwise, the one best way to see #blacklivesmatter is to keep color goggles on, which makes no sense to me.
It makes no sense because if the color goggles are kept on, guilt will kick in, stress will come, high blood pressure will take hold, and most importantly, singing and dancing kumbaya will not be fun. I don’t think we want that. I definitely don’t want to offend anyone who doesn’t want to put on the color goggles because they might finally see why #blacklivesmatter.
I don’t want them to blame me for seeing #blacklivesmatter and I love dancing around the issue just like them; it’s Kumbaya, My Lord.
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