Ignorance is *NOT* bliss.
It's not a blissful experience to anyone who is observing it or is directly affected by it.
And ignorance is NOT bliss to the person experiencing it either, because he/she/it/they wouldn't know they're in "bliss" since they are, well, IGNORANT TO IT.
If you are sensing a bit of, um, passion, in my writing thus far.... you are on to something.
I am definitely passionate about this, to say the least.
And that is because in the past couple of weeks, since the conversation on 'Racism in America' has surfaced to people that have 'never knew how bad it was' (really!? Have you lived under a ROCK??? What the...), I have noticed some deep ignorance, and I have NOT BEEN IN BLISS about it at all.
In fact, I have started Facebook Wars (it's a thing I was aware of, but never actually participated in it until this week, and I'm embarrassed to admit - it is becoming my new guilty pleasure), I have shamed my boyfriend once or twice for not being as riled up about this as I am (and apologized profusely. Once again...I'm sorry babe), and I have cried a lot this week, realizing that I MYSELF HAVE BEEN IGNORANT in my flawed belief that my voice won't matter in making a difference. That 'I can't do anything to restore racial justice in America. That it's not my problem to fix'.
And that IS the problem.
His ignorance, her ignorance, their ignorance, MY ignorance.
If we think we can't change anything, whether it comes from our own personal insecurity, or fear of consequence, or whatever it may be, that is the ignorance we should all try to eradicate.
Because it's not bliss.
No, it's not blissful at all.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman