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Not gonna lie; it was a little weird.
I’m not a professional protester, if you will. I like to protest more with my money than anything. I’ll either personally boycott a business or support a business. I don’t follow trends on what to boycott and I’ll just do it with my own critical thinking. I’m not trying to get arrested by the cops, but I’m not afraid of jail time. I don’t like to brag about my activism, and rather let my actions show more.
So, why was it weird going to an Ukrainian rally? The looks I got from others. Others meaning those who look like me.
As we gathered in Santa Monica and did a three-mile trek from the Promenade to the pier and back, I noticed all sorts of Black folks looking at me funny as in, ‘Why the hell are you there, Sista Gal?’
I’m here because my husband is Ukrainian, my son is half-Ukrainian, and I care about the humanity of people, dickwads.
The conflict with Russia-Ukraine isn’t a white people’s only affair; it affects the entire world and it has started to. If the wheat production slows all the way down, there will be famines in other countries the world hasn’t seen in many decades.
Yeah, famine. Y’all remember how people reacted in 2020 about toilet paper, milk, eggs, flour, and paper towels? Watch how people react when there’s no bread at the store and they have to make their own.
So, I’m still dealing with a bit of weirdness and people suddenly think I’m a foreign policy expert. It’s funny how people proclaim they don’t care about color, but the moment shit goes down, that’s all they see.
Overall, the support has been overwhelming and say about 99% of my friends and family have been thoroughly supportive. We have a solid group of people who see us for us and no false pretenses. I’m forever thankful and grateful.
Anyway, here’s a YouTube video of my experience. I hope you enjoy it! (I’m keeping the name Meet the Blussians because Meet the Blukrainians doesn’t have the same ring to it.)
