An Open Letter to My Non-Black Friends, but White Folks Especially
by Robert Babs
PLEASE DON'T MESSAGE ME ABOUT HOW BAD YOU FEEL AND HOW YOU'RE "THERE FOR ME" IN ALL OF THIS MADNESS
When it comes to the many difficulties life relentlessly throws at us, we all process and grieve differently. Over several hours, early on a Saturday morning, seated at my dining table, I did some thinking. Then I did some crying. Then wrote some words, which may have included more crying, but not as much.
Within the span of a few hours on the previous Friday afternoon, two very dear friends wrote to me regarding the most recent, seemingly meaningless murders of Black men in our country. Both of these friends are white women, not Black and, most notably, not Black men. However, they are the type who know how to responsibly participate in social discourse while solidly staying in their lanes. I've had several white women over the years try to explain to me what it means to be a Black man in America, these particular friends aren't the kind of contemptible women who would even think to do such a thing. They're two of the most wonderful friends I've ever had and could ever hope to have.
The first message opened with:
"Hey, your story made me realize that I forget to check up on you when the world hears about another Black person being killed."
The second with:
"I have not explicitly checked in with you about shit in the news. Which probably makes me an absolutely garbage friend, and I'm really sorry."
My immediate response was something to the effect of, "Oof, please don't."
These friends just wanted to make sure I got all the love I needed. Honestly, though, I don't want that kind of attention. To quote Quinta Brunson's, May 26th Twitter post, it's "A constant emotional war," and as such seemingly unwinnable. What would 'winning' even mean in this situation?
The words of Ijeoma Oluo have probably done the most in the last few weeks to help me process my feelings and figure out how to communicate them:
"White People: whatever outrage and sadness you are feeling — pouring it all out on social to your Black friends won't make them feel connected to you, it just places the burden of your feelings on top of their own. […] BE USEFUL. […] Don't make us swim through your tears while we fight."
If that's not clear enough, check out this great comic by Maureen "Marzi" Wilson which provides a very evocative picture of the ineffectiveness of white tears while combating Black oppression.
We just want to be left alone, and with each other, to deal with our thoughts and grief. If we want support, we'll reach out. I'd never be mad at someone for checking in, and I'm quite certain others would feel the same way because after all, it's usually done out of love and concern. But you must understand how a flurry of "I see you and care for you" messages from all our non-Black friends every time this happens can be a bit much.
In a recent Instagram post, Dr. Quinton Morris outlined how Black folks have been tirelessly, exhaustively, perilously, [**insert continuous list of taxing adverbs here**] fighting this fight our whole lives. Our parents have. Our aunts and uncles have. Our grandparents definitely have. And the struggle is not likely to end anytime soon.
We do need your help.
We don't want words, we want action, we want change. If you want to be helpful:
Speak up and take action, but in ways that actually make a difference and more than just when something terrible happens. There are resources readily available, use them.
Remember: Black folks aren't a monolith; we feel differently about different things. I'm speaking only for myself, and am grateful for inspiration from people like Francesca Ramsey. I hope this proves as useful to read as it was cathartic for me to write. A longer version of this letter is also available online.
Robert Babs is a Seattle arts administrator, nonprofit manager, speaker, educator, violist, son, brother, nephew, cousin, friend, colleague, QPOC in America just trying his best
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