Katherine Heigl sur la mort de George Floyd : "Comment vais-je le dire à ma fille"

Katherine Heigl sur la mort de George Floyd : "Comment vais-je le dire à ma fille"

C'est une affaire qui a bouleversé le monde. Le 25 mai dernier, George Floyd, afro-américain de 46 ans, perdait la vie après qu'un policier du Minneapolis se soit agenouillé sur son cou. Dès lors, les manifestations s’enchaînent et les hommages pleuvent. Sur les réseaux sociaux, de nombreuses personnalités n'hésitent pas à partager leur émotion et leur colère face à cette situation révoltante. Ce dimanche 31 mai, l'actrice américaine Katherine Heigl, a confié son désarroi. Maman d'une petite Adalaide, 8 ans, adoptée en 2012, l'actrice de 41 ans a confié avoir du mal à expliquer à sa fille afro-américaine la situation après la mort de George Floyd, au point de ne plus en dormir la nuit.

Katherine Heigl inquiète pour sa fille : "Comment puis-je la protéger ?"

"Je ne peux pas dormir. Je suis allongée dans mon lit dans l'obscurité et pleure chaque mère d'un bel enfant noir divin qui doit éteindre un morceau de l'esprit de leur bébé bien-aimé pour essayer de les garder en vie dans un pays qui a trop dormi profondément", a-t-elle écrit sur Instagram, en légende d'une rare photo de sa fille. Et d'ajouter : "Et quand j'y arrive, je me réveille avec une seule pensée en tête. Comment vais-je le dire à Adalaide ? Comment vais-je expliquer l'inexplicable ? Comment puis-je la protéger ? Comment puis-je briser un morceau de son bel esprit divin en le faisant". 

Katherine Heigl dénonce l'"horrible vérité" du racisme 

Émue, Katherine Heigl a reconnu ne pas avoir tout de suite réalisé la gravité de ces inégalités raciales : "Il m'a fallu beaucoup trop de temps pour vraiment intérioriser la réalité de la répugnante et horrible vérité du racisme. Ma blancheur me l'a cachée. Mon éducation à l'inclusivité, à l'amour et à la compassion me semblait normale. Je pensais que la majorité se sentait comme moi. Je ne pouvais pas imaginer un cerveau qui voyait la couleur de la peau de quelqu'un d'autre avant toute chose. Juste une couleur. J'étais naïve. J'étais une enfant", a-t-elle écrit. Habitée par une véritable "rage", la maman de trois enfants (Naleigh, 11 ans, Adelaide, 8 ans, et Joshua, 4 ans) ne souhaite qu'une chose : que justice soit faite. 

 

 

 

 

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Page 1. Ive debated posting this. I dont typically use my platform or social media to say much when it comes to the state of our country. I keep most of those thoughts to myself. I act quietly and behind the scenes. I let those with far more experience, education and eloquence be the voices for change. But I cant sleep. And when I do I wake with a single thought in my head. How will I tell Adalaide? How will I explain the unexplainable? How can I protect her? How can I break a piece of her beautiful divine spirit to do so? I cant sleep. I lay in my bed in the dark and weep for every mother of a beautiful divine black child who has to extinguish a piece of their beloved babys spirit to try to keep them alive in a country that has too many sleeping soundly. Eyes squeezed shut. Images and cries and pleas and pain banished from their minds. White bubbles strong and intact. But I lay awake. Finally. Painfully. My white bubble though always with me now begins to bleed. Because I have a black daughter. Because I have a Korean daughter. Because I have a Korean sister and nephews and niece. It has taken me far too long to truly internalize the reality of the abhorrent, evil despicable truth of racism. My whiteness kept it from me. My upbringing of inclusivity, love and compassion seemed normal. I thought the majority felt like I did. I couldnt imagine a brain that saw the color of someones skin as anything but that. Just a color. I was naive. I was childish. I was blind to those who treated my own sister differently because of the shape of her beautiful almond eyes. Or her thick gorgeous hair. Or her golden skin. I was a child. For too long. And now I weep. Because what should have changed by now, by then, forever ago still is. Hopelessness is seeping in. Fear that there is nothing I can do, like a slow moving poison, is spreading through me. Then I look at my daughters. My sister. My nephews and niece. George Floyd. Ahmaud Arbery. Breonna Taylor. The hundreds, thousands millions more we havent even heard about. I look and the fear turns to something else. The sorrow warms and then bursts into flames of rage.

Une publication partagée par Katherine Heigl (@katherineheigl) le 31 Mai 2020 à 10 :08 PDT

 

 

 

 

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Page 2. Rage. Im not sure what most think justice looks like but right now, to me, it looks like a hard, ugly life in prison for Officer Chauvin and the others who just stood there. On their phone. I want them to pay. I want that payment to be harsh. I want it to be a painful, irrevocable consequence for their evil acts and behaviors and for those consequences to scare the shit out of every other racist still clinging to their small, stupid minded hate. The hate that soothes their weakness and cowardice. The hate that makes them feel powerful and in charge. The hate that distracts them from their meager-ness. There may have been a time when I cared to try to change the mind of a racist. To show them through example and just the right words they are wrong. I dont care anymore. For their hearts or minds or souls. I dont care if they die with their ugliness stamped all over them. They can take this shit to their maker and he can deal with them. What I want is for them all to be so scared by Officer Chauvins consequences that they are afraid to breathe in the direction of a black man, woman or child. Let alone try to hurt them. I want them to shake in their beds at night for fear that they too could end up like Chauvin. I want him to be an example of what happens to a racist in this country. I am aware that this rage is not very Christian of me. Or is it? Jesus got pretty damn mad at the temple. God brought the floods, the famine, the locust and the pillars of salt. Perhaps rage is part of the divine. Perhaps the heavens want our rage right now. Perhaps our rage is theirs. All I know is that I want it to end. Today. Forever. Whatever it takes.

Une publication partagée par Katherine Heigl (@katherineheigl) le 31 Mai 2020 à 10 :29 PDT

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