An Open Letter from a Black Man to the Muslim Community

An Open Letter from a Black Man to the Muslim Community


Dear Muslim Americans,

I stand with you.

I hear you and I stand with you because I know.

I know what it’s like to feel rejected, to be hated.  I know what it’s like to feel unsafe, like a target.  To wonder if you or someone you love will be next.  To wonder how much longer this will last, and to know it won’t end anytime soon.

I know how it feels to recognize that the masses have no ability to see you as a victim – to empathize with you.  I know what it’s like to be dehumanized.  Criminalized.  Demonized.  Trust me, I know.

I know what it’s like to read articles and watch newscasts about your murder and be outraged because the media characterizes your killer with kinder words than those with which they characterize you.  I know what it’s like to listen and become incensed as they entertain a ludicrous narrative of events or explanation for them, as they go to every possible length to normalize, to justify the actions of your murderer.  To call him everything except what he is, and you, everything except what you are.  To know that were the identities of the perpetrator and victims reversed, the coverage of the crime would have been swifter, and  the conversation  surrounding it altogether different.  To know that the words they use to describe you are withheld from descriptions of your White assailants.

I know what it’s like to feel constantly under attack.  To be constantly misrepresented in the media.  To be targeted by unjust laws and misapplications of just ones.  To recognize that the rights and liberties that are supposed to apply to everyone don’t always apply to you.  To watch as bigots rally around your killer, and raise funds in support of him.  To know that many people in power feel the same way as they do, and will fight change.

I know.  I know.  I know.  Because the same system that did this to you, did it to me.

My Muslim brothers and sisters, do not be discouraged.  Lean on one another for support.  Look to each other for love.  And recognize that as few and far between as they may seem, there are so many people in your corner.  Black.  White.  Christian.  And otherwise.  And we are here with you hand in hand as you wage your struggle for change and justice.  We got you.

I got you.


With love and in anticipation of better days ahead,



  1. Perhaps someone will give Brandon a history lesson about the attitude towards and treatment of blacks in islam and muslim communities starting with the history of the slave trade in Arab countries, a trade far more pervasive, violent, and cruel than that crossing the Atlantic, and ending with the current attitudes towards blacks dominating Arab societies in which the Arabic word “abeed’ for African Americans also means slaves. Maybe then Brandon will think twice about their supposed shared experiences and stop making a fool of himself.