I keep hearing calls for unity in my country right now, though these aren’t spoken as the desperate prayers of hearts desiring peace between two hurting sides, they’re spoken as chastisements of one side by another. They are words of scolding and shaming delivered as a teacher to a petulant student. They are not spoken with benevolence but malice.
They are white voices speaking to the ears of the marginalized in the middle of their mourning.
This is the seed of our national acrimony: selective white outrage that seeks to control what is grief and what is acceptable and what the rules of the conversation are going to be. This is what privilege looks like. And this is the singular barrier to unity.
He also is only a little bit troubled by the violence of the Anti-Trump riots. After all, it’s only (other people’s) property and that is nothing compared to the millions of feelings that have been hurt.