I made another high effort video. I spent like 6 months writing and rewriting this. The original ending was me taking the flowers to the spot O'Shae Sibley was shot and asking audiences to think about why so much ballroom slang has to do with mortality and the mic drop is asking "why I am at a gas station."
The ending felt flippant and so I returned to the spot in the next morning and shot what I shot. I consider my video essays slowly building an argument and this being the first time I introduce my feelings on reparations - I kinda was using illustrative language by saying "white people owe reparations but also we owe reparations," and I'd like to think that sentence stands on it's own but my feelings on the matter is white institutions owe material reparations but also us white people, individuals, owe interpersonal acts of healing and repair. The ballroom scene is owed your consideration for providing language that a lot of us are so flippant about.
A long, long, long term goal that no one should wait on because I already have a lot on my plate right now is I wanna do a video essay "The White People's Case for Black Reparations," because I like framing white anti-racism as ultimately a selfish self-interest ordeal. Acts of reparation, of repair, benefits the repairer as much as those who receive repair.
I got a couple of big video essays I wanna do, but I think from here I want to take another short break to finish my YouTube video essay, because I'm really burned out on TikTok and I've started making more and more Tiktoks about Tiktoks which is never a good thing.











