I Am Not Your Negro
To be Black in America is to be tired . To be Black in America is infuriating . To be Black in America is to feel out of place . “I Am Not Your Negro,” evoked so much disappointment and anger within me, that at a certain point, I felt that I would not be able to watch until the end. The film details some of the harsh realities of simply existing while Black in America, proving that even after decades, there has not been much progress made toward racial equity. I mean, just imagine what it feels like to be perpetually reprimanded , chastised , and targeted based on the color of your skin? To say it’s exhausting would be an understatement. While watching the faces of Tamir Rice, Aiyana Stanley Jones, Trayvon Martin, and other young victims of police brutality fade into one another on the screen, it dawned on me that as a black woman, I can never truly experience peace. Every time I turn on the tv, there’s another black person being killed unjustly by officers that are ...
