There’s no recipe this week.

As someone who is socialised as white - my mother was from Malaysia but I was raised as white, among whites - there are things I know about race. I know that to be a racist is wrong. I know that to commit racist acts is wrong. I know some of the names of the black Americans and Brits killed by an unfair society, and I know that I am to be outraged by their deaths. I am outraged by their deaths.

I am outraged by their deaths.

Education, the quote goes, is learning what you didn’t even know you didn’t know, and as a white person, what I do not know about racism is endless. My ignorance is no excuse. It is a product of white supremacy that helps reinforce white supremacy.

Black lives matter.

We, as white people, say we agree. We believe it to be a self-evident truth and take comfort from our belief and our agreement and yet, again and again, black people need to remind us.

Black lives matter.

We white people cannot simply agree that racism is bad, that it is wrong, and leave it at that. We cannot simply hope things will change merely through good intentions, because unless white people actively pursue justice for black people and other minorities, things cannot change.

Black lives matter.