Today, someone asks me, after reading one of my social media posts about Tucker Carlson, why am I so angry? We get it; there are still people who do things that speak to either blatant or implied racism. Ignore them, let it go, don’t let them consume you, they said. That may be easy for you, I said, but I cannot mute my voice in the face of any racism. I will never allow my voice to become a whisper to their screams so that others feel comfortable when it comes to race. As my Jewish brother and sister say, never forget, and I will always remember that we were forcibly taken from our home, stripped of our culture, and told us we were not people but property. I will never forget that sheets were donned, crosses burned, and men rode through the night to strike terror into our hearts. I will never forget our voices were silenced at the voting booths with violence and intimidation. I will always remember we were turned away at the lunch counter, the doors to the school were locked, the dogs were set free, and the hoses were turned on us. I will never forget that one leader after another was assassinated for daring to ask, we be treated as equals. I will not go quietly into the night because of the patriotism I have for a country that I love, and my people helped create as much as anyone else is questioned if I dare protest its continued racial inequality. I will not go quietly into the night as they attempt even to this day to hold us down, strip away our dignity, our pride, and our self-worth. So, I told him no, I am not mad. I am one of many races, colors, religions, creeds, genders, and ethnicities who refuse to be silenced. A group that is rising now together as one. A group determined to ensure America marches forward and not back even if some believe that was when America was great.