Can I Call in Black Today?
Guest Post By: The Nomadic Blogger
By now, we are all familiar with the infamous James Baldwin quote about being Black in America. If not, Exhibit A.
And Exhibit B
Being Black in America is hard. That is an undisputed fact. It has only gotten worse in the age of social media because now, we get to see the BS in real time.
Over the weekend, the Klan thought it was okay to step out without their pillowcases and sheets. The Lord knew it was imperative to my mental health to take a social media break that day because when I did check back in it was like…
I don’t have time to get into all the BS that transpired because I’m exhausted.
Every day, we are bombarded with videos of police brutality or some white person physically or verbally assault our brothers and sisters. Or we hear the Celebrity in Chief say and/or do something ignorant and offensive. Not to mention the constant threat of nuclear war because Agent Orange can’t keep his mouth shut! It’s exhausting!
Watching these videos and trying to keep up with this endless news cycle can wear on your mental stability. Just look! Even PBS wrote about the PTSD like trauma Black people experience by watching stuff like all the time. And if PBS wrote about it, it’s true!
And not to mention the cycle of wondering whether the cop is going to pay for his or her actions, knowing the end result. You know they say the true indicator of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again but expecting a different outcome.
That’s why sometimes, I need to call in Black. I don’t know about you all but I am the only Black person in my office. On top of suffering PTSD like trauma from viewing the videos, I have to go in to work and pretend like I’m fine in a sea of YT people. My coworkers aren’t racist at all but they are stuck in their own worlds, which I wouldn’t expect anything else. It doesn’t really affect them. And even with all the rage I might feel toward YT people after these events, I don’t put that anger on them because I know they haven’t done anything wrong.
It’s just not a great feeling to have to go to work and pretend like everything is fine. For example, when Philando and Alton were killed just days apart and the entire world had to watch their deaths on Facebook, it felt like my heart had been ripped from my chest. I went to work the next day feeling empty. I knew that my physical demeanor and attitude were visibly noticeable but did anyone ask me if I was okay? When they turned on the news in the morning, did they even see a story about it? If they did, did they even care? All these thoughts ran through my head as I tried to process my emotions all alone. Ya know? Having at least one person connect with me or understand what I was going through would have made the day a lot easier.
For Black people, these videos are a harsh reminder that we could be the next hashtag. While we try to mourn the death of our distant brother or sister, we are also faced with our own mortality. That’s a tough thing to do while punching the clock. We need mental health breaks. If not for an entire day, maybe just a half day or something.
Calling in Black is essential. Just as important as calling off if I have the flu. I not that much fun to be around when I have virus or when I’m angry about all the injustices and prejudice again my people. Just like I need time to heal and recover from a cold, I need time to heal and recover from the mental destruction this country causes me.
This blog was inspired by one of my favorite YouTubers, Evelyn From the Internets. Check out her reasons for calling in black below.
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