#BlackLivesMatter more than white folks’ fear of not being the center of attention.

Ah, this. Look at this. Why does anyone think this shit is okay? This ridiculous nonsense happened in Ottawa:

According to Colorlines.com, a #BlackLivesMatter mural was created by the rights group BlakCollectiv for TechWall, an area designated for graffiti and street art. It was completed by a group of 40 people including artists Allan André and Kalkidan Assefa on the morning of July 22.

The fact that the TechWall mural read #BlackLivesMatter reportedly angered white graffiti artists, who converged on the area and within hours had defaced the mural. By the end of the day, it had been completely painted over and replaced by the phrase “Wu-Tang is for the children,” a reference to 90s hip-hop collective the Wu-Tang Clan.

In response, André and Assefa painted the Sandra Bland mural, which was defaced on Monday night.

They defaced the Sandra Bland mural with the words “All Lives Matter.”

See my photo up top? See that woman pictured on this blog? I’m white. I’m unambiguously, glow-in-the-dark, WASP-bred paleness. If you look directly at my bare legs on a sunny day, you might suffer retinal damage. I am a Pumpkin Spice Latte topped with kale-infused quinoa foam. I once typed out a status having to do with walking out to Union Station because I was feeling adventurous after Sunday brunch, and I ACTUALLY POSTED THAT SHIT ON FACEBOOK. Okay? Just in case anyone’s wondering what from what angle I’m approaching the discourse on race.

And I KNOW my life matters. I know it because nobody in a position of any power ever manages to do anything to imply that I need to audition for the right not to be killed. You say we all bleed red when we’re cut, but nobody in the #BlackLivesMatter movement is disputing that! Of course we all bleed red! But whose blood is running in the streets? We’re seeing entirely too much blood spilled from black bodies for no good reason. That’s why the motto is #BlackLivesMatter. “All lives” are not being cut down at comparable rates. Whining about “all lives” makes about as much sense as asking why no one ever remarks about the fact that we’re breathing air.