What conclusions would I draw about you if I didn’t know you?

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Ye shall know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles? – Matthew 7:16

Let’s say I don’t know you personally. All I have are your social media feeds.

I start on Facebook and read everything you’ve posted since early May, along with your interactions in the comment threads.

I find zero posts about the Police killings of George Floyd or Breonna Taylor. I find nothing at all expressing concern for the challenges facing any minority in our country, or even an awareness that they have challenges.

I find things encouraging me to support the Police, though.

I read further. As demonstrations sweep the country you express alarm over acts of vandalism. I find no mention at all of the times violent rioters are revealed to be white supremacists posing as demonstrators.

Oddly, I see no comment anywhere on the Boogaloo Bois, an organization that’s explicitly committed to killing cops and that has actually done so.

This is what I’d know of you…if I didn’t know you.

“You” aren’t one specific person, although you may recognize yourself in my words. I’m describing something that’s happening again and again and again. And I’m having a hard time with it. With you.

When you say things like “people dying is unfortunate, but this destruction of property is unacceptable” instead of “property damage is unfortunate, but the killing of innocent people is unacceptable…”

What conclusions would you draw about you if you didn’t know you?

3 comments

  • Reblogged this on Marmalade and commented:
    “When you say things like “people dying is unfortunate, but this destruction of property is unacceptable” instead of “property damage is unfortunate, but the killing of innocent people is unacceptable…”

    “What conclusions would you draw about you if you didn’t know you?”

  • I’ve had to get off FB for a while. The lack of compassion among my friends and family is stunning.

    • Same here, and that’s very specifically where this post came from. It was a hard week. As I told friends, expecting the worst of people is eating me alive. Expecting anything more is worse.

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