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My kids don't care about hashtags

Crash course on hashtag use: even if it might mean something good, people will be upset and it might mean something bad. 🤷 And if you choose not to use it, people will be upset.

Oh, and you might get fired from your job.

I want to write about the current events (riots, protests, hashtag shaming) that are happening in our country. 



On one hand I'm so very grateful to live where I do. (This isn't the first time in the past few months that I've thought that!) Country town. Kind people. No major trouble. As far as you can see, the world is at peace.

It's easier to forget about the chaos and danger and to enjoy my babies and the sunshine. 

On the other hand, I'm distraught by what's happening. I'm happy that voices are being heard. I'm saddened that others are being silenced. Can't we all just be kind?

#blackouttuesday is a hashtag I used on my Instagram feed (with a black screen), as a show of support for the voices of black people who need to be heard right now. We need to hear them in order to better understand just how big of an issue this is. I am not too ignorant to recognize my own privileged life.

#alllivesmatter is a hashtag I've seen (and agree with). However- originally I didn't realize that that hashtag was like a slap in the face to the #blacklivesmatter hashtag. Huh? I thought it meant you agreed that black lives matter. And brown lives matter. And white lives matter. And police lives matter. Because they do, right?

Can you see my confusion? Have you felt it too? 

I read something that helped me to understand it. 

So, I'm realizing that yes, all lives matter. But for right now, people with black skin need help. They have been discriminated against, for too long, just because of the color of their skin. And because of the fear people learned at home.

I'm still saddened and disgusted that it has to get violent. That others are dying amidst the protests. I read a very small blurb in the local paper about a young police officer dying after he was shot by an unknown shooter during a protest in California. He did nothing wrong.

Why? Why does this have to happen?

And I'm angry that a couple of really bad cops created a tough situation for so many good cops.

But I've listened enough today to understand that it isn't just cops. And it isn't just in the south that this has been happening.

Here's my takeaway: I read something that said "Whether you like it or not, your kids are going to learn about this in their history books. What are you going to tell that about your involvement?" I decided I don't want to have to tell my kids anything- they'll know. They'll remember our talks about tolerance and kindness. They'll know that I made a specific, direct effort to teach them that everybody is equal in God's eyes.

My kids will not see me picketing on a street corner. And they probably won't know that I posted a black screen today, with the hashtag #blackouttuesday, for whatever that's worth. But they will grow up knowing that I care about people. And that I use kindness wherever I go (including on the internet).

The hate of the world has taught me that I can make a difference. I can start with my favorite followers: my seven kids. 

I've learned that when I start to feel like this (like the turmoil of the world is creeping into my own life), it's time for a break. So I'll turn my #blackouttuesday into a week of silence- as the hashtag creators suggested. For my own peace and that of my family, I'll just turn it all off. 

I'll pray for peace. And I'll do my part where I have the best influence- in my own home.

Be safe. 

Comments

  1. You are making a difference. Like the Starfish story. I didn't do a Black screen or use the hashtag. Some days I just scroll by and pray for a better day.
    Writing our feelings down in our Journal helps quiet/silence the noise.

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    1. What is the Starfish story? And you're right, writing helps. That's why I blog. It's basically a journal since I'm pretty sure not more than ten people read it most days. 😂🤷

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  2. This is great! Thanks for sharing your thoughts. I think you got the mail right on the head!

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  3. If it doesn't start in our own homes, it just might not happen, unfortunately.
    I was talking with one of my kids on a walk last night and they were upset about the whole black screen thing (mostly because it seems like a lot of people jumping on the bandwagon who normally don't care-or maybe because she just doesn't care about being part of the 'in crowd') and we had a good talk about the reasons for it and people wanting and needing to be heard. She hasn't seen much real racism (luckily!) and has had a bit of a sheltered-on-purpose life, but knows that everyone is equal and children of God. She hasn't seen the disparity and needed to know more before judging those who decided to post how they wanted to. I told her about how once when Andy and I were visiting a place with more diversity that we went to a restaurant and the person at the door tried to seat us before other people who were there before us (same number of seats needed, just a different color of skin) and how we spoke up about it and said they were waiting before us. I don't know if they just didn't notice or look at the list or had had trouble in the past with white people expecting to be seated first, but no matter the reason, we spoke up and said they were to be seated before us. It was our first real experience with feeling like we were getting a special privilege because of our skin. I think every bit of level-headed discussion will help equality become a reality. When there is equality, more people DO need to speak up to make change happen. Unfortunately, there are so many who still think things that aren't true and pass it along to their children for generations of mistrust and disabling expectations.
    I hope that made sense. I didn't do the black out screens, but I don't hate people who did. I just try to love everyone.

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    1. It makes perfect sense! Also I'm glad she makes sure she understands before doing something- and doesn't care about being "in!" You are doing a great job. And I agree... I haven't seen much racism, ever. I love a very sheltered life myself. I listened just enough yesterday to realize that it is a big problem. 🤷 And you're right, it has to begin at home! Thanks for sharing. You're doing a fabulous job with your just, they're great!

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