Let me start off by saying that this is going to be a journal about something both very personal and very public, something that has nothing to do with me and something that has everything to do with me. I just have a few things to say about racism, standing up, and saying nothing.
My school has been in turmoil for two weeks. For two weeks, I've gone to class, sometimes pretending like nothing happened, sometimes remembering everything happened. I didn't know what happened at first. I wasn't a victim, and I'm not in the same grade as any of the victimizers, so they were little more than blurred faces and obscure names.
In my school, a private Instagram was discovered consisting of deeply racism images and edits. Some of them did not target specific people, but many of them used pictures of actual fellow students—all of them black, most of them female. Some of the images and captions were violent.