In the past year or so, I have pondered heavily upon what it means to be an activist, the true weight of one's words, and how easy it is to throw statements around on social media. After 19 years in white, Christian spaces, something new is happening to me: white people I know are publicly stating that Black lives matter (BLM). This feels particularly odd because four to six years ago those words were demonized, and those around me associated those words with radicalism and violence. I was afraid to say publicly that my life mattered.
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