Sandra Bland Is Dead: It Is Time To Erase The “All Lives Matter” Mantra..

All Lives Matter” is a mantra used by those who say Bland should have kept her mouth shut, like she held the power

Sandra Bland
Sandra Bland

Sandra Bland, a young, black woman on her way from Chicago to a new job in Prairie View Texas is dead by hang­ing, and we believe it was mur­der. If not mur­der in her jail cell, a mur­der that began at the site of her ques­tion­able arrest by a cop who pulled her over on a long stretch of Texas high­way. Sandra Bland is dead, yet again, I see the mantra “All Lives Matter” as a retort to the new civ­il rights’ move­ment hash­tag, “Black Lives Matter.” It is a mantra of those who Ta-Nehisi Coates dubs in his book Between the World and Me, the “dream­ers.” These dream­ers hold fast to the false per­cep­tion in America that all peo­ple are viewed and treat­ed with the same human­i­ty. It’s the mantra of those who sit com­fort­ably with dreamy notions that the state and its watch­men, because they are hired to pro­tect, do so fair­ly and with the utmost integri­ty. It is to believe in a God that only demands acqui­es­cence to His author­i­ty, and by exten­sion, the author­i­ty of the state, despite read­ing in the holy text that we are all cre­at­ed in his image, an image that through both his word and his wrath cre­ates and destroys. It is a mantra used by the mis­sion­ary who loves to give char­i­ty abroad to the poor brown and black natives, vic­tims of their own states’ abus­es, while she simul­ta­ne­ous­ly con­demns her own black and brown coun­try­men and women. She blames Rekia Boyd, Trayvon Martin, Megan Hockaday and Eric Garner for their own deaths. In her imag­i­na­tion, Blacks are the scourge of America.

Those who say “All Lives Matter” say that police offi­cers put their lives on the line every­day, and are heroes. They fail to acknowl­edge that bad polic­ing, exces­sive force, police bru­tal­i­ty, the plant­i­ng of evi­dence, is not mutu­al­ly exclu­sive to their point. In pro­tect­ing their dream, they per­mit the con­tin­ued per­se­cu­tion of black lives. “All Lives Matter” is the mantra used by those who say Sandra Bland should have kept her mouth shut, like her words were a gun against the officer’s head, ignor­ing it was the offi­cer who held the lethal trig­gers. They say she should have done as she was told by the police, as if her body belonged to him, reliev­ing him from any respon­si­bil­i­ty to treat her with human dig­ni­ty – a priv­i­lege the police bestowed upon three white men in Abilene Texas, who protest­ed for the right to open and car­ry and demand­ed, screamed at the police to “stand down” while the men were strapped with machine guns.

Sandra Bland is dead and it is time to erase the “All Lives Matter” mantra. Sandra Bland is dead, and Black lives mat­ter must not be imag­ined as a toddler’s cry of a vic­tim obsessed minor­i­ty, but a protest of a move­ment that says Black lives, both men and women, are full cit­i­zens, full human beings in America, who deserve equal treat­ment under the laws of this coun­try, and need to stop being killed by the police state, leav­ing fam­i­lies and our com­mu­ni­ties to mourn, while too many per­pe­tra­tors walk away with impuni­ty. Sandra Bland is dead, and it is time for all of us to become more alive than we ever have in stand­ing up for jus­tice for Black women’s lives.

Sandra Bland is dead, and it’s time for black men, who love black women, but some­how feel like “we got this,” “we are strong,” to rec­og­nize we are also their sis­ters and wives and daugh­ters who need their strength – it’s time they stand up with us and raise their voic­es and their pens and say Enough! Say Sandra Bland’s name with us. Say her name.

Sandra Bland is dead, and I mourn for her life, and fear for my own. I, too, have asked ques­tions when pulled over. No smile or plea has ever stopped an offi­cer from tick­et­ing me. My daugh­ter asked ques­tions when she was pulled over by a cop late at night over mis­tak­en prob­a­ble cause. Today, I am glad she is alive, but I am afraid because I know I can­not save her. We are all Sandra Bland.

This piece was orig­i­nal­ly pub­lished on dar​lenekriesel​.com.

Darlene Kriesel is a col­lege English instruc­tor, wife, moth­er, and writer. She holds an MFA in cre­ative writ­ing from University of California at Riverside and is cur­rent­ly work­ing on two projects, a nov­el, “House Secrets,” and a memoir.