A reading of the Letters for Black Lives translated into Chinese Mandarin. Written and edited by the Letters For Black Lives Team. Translated by the #Translation-Burmese Team. Read by Chloe Gong.
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最近，在美国明尼苏达州，一名白人警察杀害了一名叫乔治·弗洛伊德（George Floyd）的黑人。在将近9分钟的暴行中，警员用膝盖跪压着弗洛伊德的颈部，完全不顾弗洛伊德“我无法呼吸”的求救，导致他窒息而亡。在场其他三位警员当中，有两位帮助强制按下弗洛伊德 , 还有一位亚裔警察没有介入，只在旁边站岗。弗洛伊德之死不是一件孤立的事件，仅在2020年因警察暴力致死的事件就有数起：上个月印第安纳州的德里肖恩·理德（Dreasjon Reed）和佛罗里达州的托尼·麦克达德（Tony McDade），三月份肯塔基州的布里安娜·泰勒（Breonna Taylor），还有在二月份在佐治亚州被一位前警探杀害的艾哈迈德·阿尔伯里（Ahmaud Arbery）。
正因如此，我支持 “黑人的命也是命”（Black Lives Matter）维权运动。任何人都不应该因为自己的肤色而活在恐惧之中。
这封《为黑人生命致信》（Letters for Black Lives）的简体中文版(繁體版在此），是一个持续进行的项目，将与#BlackLivesMatter 携手为各自的社区提供一个创作和翻译的平台和应对反黑人的资源。这封信是由数百人协作撰写和翻译的，参与者希望能与他们的家人就此重要社会议题进行诚恳的对话。
Mom, Dad, Uncle, Auntie, Grandfather, Grandmother, Family:
We need to talk.
You may not have many Black friends, colleagues, or acquaintances, but I do. Black people are a fundamental part of my life: they are my friends, my neighbors, my family. I am scared for them.
Recently, in Minnesota, a white police officer killed a Black man named George Floyd by kneeling on his neck for almost 9 minutes—ignoring his repeated cries that he was unable to breathe. Two more police officers helped pin Floyd down, while a fourth, Asian officer stood guard and didn't intervene. Floyd is not alone: Already this year, police officers killed Dreasjon Reed in Indiana and Tony McDade in Florida in May, and Breonna Taylor in Kentucky in March. An ex-detective killed Ahmaud Arbery in Georgia in February.
Overwhelmingly, the police haven’t faced consequences for murdering Black people, even when there’s been extensive media coverage. Imagine how many more incidents go unrecorded or unseen.
This is a terrifying reality that the Black people I care about live with every day.
You might be thinking: We are also a minority. We’ve managed to come to America with nothing and built good lives for ourselves despite discrimination, so why can’t they?
I want to share with you how I see things. I am telling you this out of love, because I want all of us, including myself, to do better.
For the most part, when we walk down the street, people do not view us as a threat. We do not leave our homes, wondering whether or not we will return that day. We don't fear that we may die if we're pulled over by the police.
This is not the case for our Black friends.
The vast majority of Black Americans are descendants of people who were sold into slavery and brought here against their will. For centuries, their communities, families, and bodies were abused as property for profit. Even after slavery, the government has not allowed them to build their lives—it has legally denied them the right to vote, get an education, or own homes and businesses. These inequalities are enforced by police and prisons—which can be directly traced back to white slave patrols and plantations. Black people are under a constant threat of violence that continues today. Their oppression has not ended; it has only changed form.
Black people have not only persisted but also persevered against all odds. They’ve been beaten by police, jailed, and killed while fighting for many of the rights that we all enjoy today. Even in an unfair system that pits us against each other, Black organizers helped to end unfair immigration laws and racial segregation for us all.
Though there has been progress, this unfair system is still winning. Throughout these hundreds of years, our government is still killing Black people and getting away with it.
I understand that you’re worried and scared about the looting and property destruction that you are seeing. But imagine how hurt you would be to see other people express more care for replaceable material objects than for the lives of your loved ones. How hurt you must be to protest like this in the middle of a pandemic. Imagine the exhaustion of fighting against the same state violence that your ancestors fought against.
This is why I support the Black Lives Matter movement.
Part of that support means speaking up when I see people in my community—even my own family—say or do things that diminish the humanity of Black people. Our silence has a cost and we need to talk about it.
I am eternally grateful for the struggles you have endured in a country that has not always been kind to you. We have been blamed for bringing poverty, disease, terrorism, and crime. You’ve suffered through a prejudiced America so that I could have a better life.
But these struggles also make it clearer than ever that we are all in this together, and we cannot feel safe until our Black friends, loved ones, and neighbors are safe. The world that we seek is a place where we can all live without fear. This is the future that I want—and I hope you want it, too.
With love and hope,