Fear and loathing

Okay, my rant for the day is actually about #BLM and the lack of speaking out against all of the racist hostility in Saskatchewan. I have patiently wait for the movement that I have stood behind since its inception 2 years ago in Missouri. What happened to #solidarity and we are in this fight together? I wait for a post, anything that says they sympathize...*crickets*
My friends...I wait for all of the reach outs I received when #orlando happened. Even though when that happened I had to have the continuous conversation of how I am a brown person first and foremost. 
This particular incident is by far the closest to my heart, to my being, my existence.
Yet nothing.
A few random shares from the usual suspects but nothing that #BLM ignited in people that see me everyday, that have me in their homes. People I consider friends and look to for support. Everyday, the visceral pain I feel as I read the news about Colten and how so many people support the farmer and feel they are vindicate in their spewing of hate.
I have to admit that I will do 2 posts around the same time. One related to the shooting and one random funny or non political one. And guess which one garners likes and and discussion. Not the one I dearly want people to discuss. Am I testing? Damn rights I am. Call it what you will, I am pissed and I am hurting and I am extremely scared. Scared for my family, for my friends in the street, for any Aboriginal that is alive.
Racial tension is not new and I live it everyday. I could go into a million examples of discrimination I have faced in my life time.

All I want is acknowledgement this is reality. This is not happening in a distant land. This happens right here on Canadian soil. This happens to people that are already beaten down. This happens All around you and it just feels like you would rather fight a battle that is not in your face. I am here, in your face, fearing for my life.