All around the world, people are marching against racism, and I stand with them. It’s tough to write this for a few reasons. I want you to understand my intentions, to know we support the fight against racism, and I’m tired of hearing what BIPOCs are still going through. It’s disgusting; why is this happening?
I wanted to be able to use this platform as a space to talk about issues close to my heart, and that was my intention when we started this blog. But talking about racism? Especially the racism I’ve experienced? It was something I had hoped I wouldn’t have to write about.
I’m an Indigenous woman, and I grew up in Winnipeg, Canada. My parents raised me to be proud of where I came from and who I am. Although I had to work twice as hard in several things because of who I was, I wasn’t phased, because I thought that was normal. Then I learned that it wasn’t. My first encounter with racism was in elementary school; I was told to hang out with my own kind. I didn’t understand what this meant. I was a child. As the years went on, I began to see it more and more, and it made me uncomfortable.
My parents experienced racism; friends, family members, and more have experienced racism. So many people are so quick to judge, and then they try to retract their actions and apologize as if what just happened was okay.
It’s not okay.
After reading and watching the news about the events that are happening in the US, I felt sick to my stomach and infuriated that I didn’t know how to react. I would go through comments and read about what others were saying; the majority was the disgust of how this could happen without remorse. Yet it keeps happening.
Even before this happened, I had been reading and watching a lot of racial profiling incidents. I watched one about a black man sitting outside, not doing anything wrong and was handcuffed because they thought he was someone on a warrant. He is an FBI agent.
If you think Canada is doing great, you’re wrong. Canada is just as bad when it comes to these issues. They say they’re going to do better, but look where we are still today.
I want this to spark change. I believe this will spark change; whether it happens today or tomorrow, it will happen. It has to. I want to think that we are better and can be better. I don’t want to bring kids into this world of hatred. I don’t want them to feel like they can’t do certain things because of their skin colour. I don’t want to see my younger sibling going through any of this. It’s not right.
I want it to stop now.