Ignorance, they say, is bliss.
It is also easy. Lazy.
It is indulgent. It is safety.
It is also a baton, carefully wrapped in spiky wires, dripping with blood.
It is also a kick in the stomach, the face.
It is also teargas.
It is also a bullet, or six.
It is also a child, with a toy gun, dead.
When does ignorance become evil?
When you make a racist joke, is it ignorant or evil?
When you enslave a population, is it ignorant or evil?
When you reduce someone’s culture into your nightclub’s decoration?
When you switch the channel because you’re tired of Ferguson?
When you say #AllLivesMatter?
Because all those white faces, distorted with hate, spitting with rage, yelling and cheering on as the protesters bled on that bridge in Selma, Alabama, were just ignorant.
But I wonder, where is the bliss in that?