One thing I have stopped doing in recent years is sharing tragedies across social media. It started with the Black Lives Matter movement and coming to terms with the alarming rate at which black people were (and still are being) killed by law enforcement and other civilians. The constant murders of black men and women left me unable to keep up with the names of the all dead bodies that appeared on my timeline. It turned my stomach to constantly see dead black bodies covered in blood that was left behind from weapons that took their lives. Like many people, I came to the conclusion: why do you need to see the dead and wounded bodies of black people to believe that our lives are being savagely and unjustly taken?
With that in mind and a year on from Grenfell, it felt like I was supposed to say something on social media. Say “still in our hearts" on Twitter, share the pictures of the Grenfell building lit up in green on my Instagram and Snapchat accounts, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I just couldn’t bring myself to partake in the year anniversary of Grenfell, because I couldn't shake the feeling that social media remembrance is the most “justice” those that died have gotten in the last 12 months. It saddens my spirit to know that those of us with very little access to the power needed to make change have been the ones relentlessly ensuring that Grenfell stays in our minds and at the top of the news agenda.