This is a first concept for the animation component of my residency. The image is drawn from an American photographer Ismael Paramo. His gallery on Unsplash is lovely.I struggle to find words to say about the Black Lives Matter movement, because it saddens and appalls me that it is even a thing. ‘All Lives Matter’ seems inclusive and equal but such is the subtlety of white supremacy’s pervasiveness in Western society that this “noble”-sounding statement actually doesn’t mean what it says. Reinforcing the status quo automatically devalues and erases people of colour. Advertisements on commercial TV are 7 minutes of whiteness. Destruction of birthing trees and sacred history for profit. It’s just erasure and erasure and erasure. I choke on rage and grief whenever I have to have ‘The Conversation’ with my family, who I love, about ‘aboriginals’. Unconsciously, I fear my marriage into a Latino family because I deeply accept and understand that people with black-sounding last names don’t get jobs. Will I lose my privilege??! I am disappointed in myself that I even have that thought.
Sadness steals my patience, but understanding my privilege shows me how weak I am. I see it, I grieve it, but I am not even it’s target. I just get drowned in the blood of it. I celebrate the strength of those riding out years of oppression. I pray that victory is imminent.