I had my first argument with an internet troll this morning, and I loved it…

In fact, I loved it so much I’m still laughing about it. And writing a blog about it. This, my friends, was the conversation.


I thought about crafting back a sassy response that was so Buzzfeed-worthy, you would see it on there this afternoon. I thought about crafting back a witty response, but I realized it would go unappreciated by Danny of Philly.

Maybe, Danny, just maybe, I have to remind people in my bio that I’m white just in case they look at my profile picture and think, “Hmmmm….is this a Rachel Dolezal situation, or….?”

And maybe they wouldn’t think that right now. But one day, Danny. One day. Give me a few days of napping at Gulf Shores and people will be thanking me that I saved them from confusion and just came right out with it.

I quickly favorited his tweets, because I do need to focus a little more on improving myself, and it’s nice to get some recognition for all my hard work spent on composing my Twitter bio.

Normally, I scroll right on through social media scuffles. They are typically poorly handled and I prefer to engage in conflict when and where I can use my hands, fist-to-face. I mean…shoot. When and where I can use my words, face-to-face. But this whole situation seemed ridiculous to me. A white dude (I’m assuming here, because he likes The Strokes and follows Donald Trump on Twitter), responding to a black female, essentially telling her to quit playing the race card and feeling sorry for herself after she posted an article and tweeted #BlackLivesMatter.

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Pretty sure you don’t say that to anyone, except maybe to Hitler when he was crying about the lack of World-control by the Aryan race. You know who really dropped the ball? Hitler’s friends. “Hey, Adolf. I like what you’re doing with….your mustache, and everything, but don’t you think genocide is a bit, oh, I don’t know, shitty?”

Upworthy wrote a great article on how we respond when we’re told “black lives matter.” If you have some time, I encourage you to go and read it.

The truth is, black lives do matter, and we, as a nation, as humanity, have done a very poor job at protecting and reinforcing their dignity.

We can’t possibly think we have the right to tell a population with a long history of oppression, often at the hands of white people, that they need to suck it up and get over it. And we can’t possibly think that, because a population with a history of having no voice, or having only a small voice, can finally, collectively, be heard loud and clear, they are somehow undermining the value of other people groups.

We’re not saying black lives matter more than everyone else’s. We’re saying black lives matter more than our culture currently does or ever has portrayed.

Black lives are lost at the hands of the white police officers way too often. We need to stop it.

Black lives are lost at the hands of neighborhood gang bangers way too often. We need to stop it.

Black lives are lost at the hands of white supremacists way too often. We need to stop it.

Black lives are lost way too often. We have to stop it. Together.

Praise be to Jesus for securing for us the promise of the new heavens and the new earth, where we will see our different nationalities and ethnicities as gracious gifts that all bear the image of God both equally and fully. It may be difficult to unite us all now, but it will be impossible to divide us all then.

“After this I looked, and behold, a great multitude that no one could number, from every nation, from all tribes and peoples and languages, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, clothed in white robes, with palm branches in their hands, and crying out with a loud voice, ‘Salvation belongs to our God who sites on the throne, and to the Lamb!'” – Revelation 7:9-10


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