I don't think it's useless either. I understand the limits of the practical application, but I think in addition to being a signal that you're ready to stand up for people, it's a signal to other non-marginalized folks about your perspective. Not as obvious as a BLM t-shirt, but something that says "Yeah, don't start with me" to the sort of people who might otherwise assume you're a bigot when you're not.
I'm not looking for ally cookies. I'm looking to let people know tangibly that I'm not okay with what's happening.
I'm not looking for cookies. I'm not trying to get vulnerable people to be throwing a parade in my honor or anything. I literally don't know what else to do to face down the everyday prejudice that, as a white woman, I just don't see. Someone who might be viciously cruel to a gay couple smiles at me as I walk into their store with my tall, blonde haired, blue eyed sons.
My FB feed last night was full of backlash against safety pins, primarily from Black people saying
STFU with your safety pins and Hillary votes. We don't want you on our side. I considered my privilege as a college-educated white American and thought, maybe they're right. I mean, if they don't want me to advertise that I'm an ally in their fight, maybe I don't belong.
Then, the most remarkable thing happened.
I was picking my son up from drum lessons and a young Black man stepped out of my way on the sidewalk, head downcast. He was skinny, really skinny, and had that look of someone who never has enough to eat. He was also obviously gay, wearing eye makeup, (and let's face it if my gaydar goes off, there's no question. I didn't know Nathan Lane was gay.)
He stepped aside, even though he wasn't in my way at all, in that way that only people who are used to being yelled at do. He glanced up at me, looked at my collar, where my safety pin sat and then into my eyes. I smiled and nodded. He said "Ma'am, I ain't had nothing to eat all day. Can you help me?"
I gave him my standard answer "I'm sorry, I don't carry any cash." Which has the benefit of being true. But then I thought,
I've got 15 minutes before I have to get my son and there's a Dominoes 50 feet away. I said "How about a pizza?"
He said "That would be great." We walked down to Dominoes and we chatted a bit, about drums, music lessons, the unseasonably warm weather... Then, I told him to order whatever he wanted. He got a large pepperoni pizza and a bottle of Coke. I put the $10 order on my credit card and added a $2 tip for the guy behind the counter.
My safety pin is on my collar again today, and it will stay there until America IS the safe place. If you look at me and think "there's a fat old white lady trying to work off her guilt," that's fine. As long as I can create even one moment of hope for a single person, I will.
I'm an ally whether you want me or not. I'm not going to riot in the streets, but I will march. I will shout, but I'm not going to be hateful. I'm going to create whatever small safe places I can until safe places are no longer needed. I don't need anyone's approval, consent or congratulations. Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me I'm abusing my privilege. Tell the world I'm just a lame liberal who wears a diaper pin and throws tantrums when I don't get my way. Throw ALL the mean words at me you want. My pin stays.