A Letter to the Allies
A Letter to the Allies: I’m making this about you because it is always about you. From the bliss of your ignorance to your choices of morality. You are the face of our oppression, and amid the din of these chaotic times, our eyes naturally turn to you, our friendly neighborhood white.
Allow me to walk you through the moment I am addressing in a more palatable setting. I present to you an exhibit in a museum of America’s sins. Around us are the names of people who have ossified into platitudes about the danger and the “curse” of whiteness,, is a triptych of our current events, a three-part saga of these past six months: COVID, murder, and protest. The common thread, the of this project, is Black death at the hands of—and hinged together by—the system built to protect you unconditionally. Your name, your brother’s name, your father’s name, and his father’s father’s name are etched into the rococo frame encasing this recurring tableau of plague and death. A white arm, brutalizing a Black child. The reds and blues that patrol my neighborhood at night. This is all for you.
