Securing safe spaces in society

By Natachi Onwuamaegbu

Home is a safe haven, free from judgment, free from the outside world, free from societal pressure.

To me, a safe space means home. It’s a place I know I can go when I have nowhere else to turn. I can unleash my thoughts, my frustrations, my anger when yet another young life is taken away from this earth.

Safe spaces were originally implemented by schools during the post-Civil Rights era after more minorities began to go to college. That original intent is still present today; safe spaces exist as a refuge for those who some in society deem different on campuses throughout a country that still struggles with oppression.

In communities all over the country, people are discussing the utility of safe spaces and their numerous effects. But all that’s happening is discussion. Communities around the country lack enough safe spaces–places for free discussion and free expression. We discuss the presence of safe spaces but we don’t discuss the important conversations that take place in safe spaces. And it’s worrying.

Neighborhoods should host safe spaces in local churches or town halls to create a sense of community among residents.

I love Bethesda because of the opportunities it gives me. Safe streets and an amazing school system. Laughter echoes in neighborhoods instead of gunshots; the jingle of an ice cream truck is more common than the blaring siren of a police car. But this safety doesn’t excuse the subtle aggressions that linger in communities across the country, including our own.

My classmates understand that saying the n-word is not okay, but some who I have talked to don’t understand the depth of oppression the word still carries with it.

There are experiences and emotions that are impossible to share with everyone. When one of my friends sees yet another black person get shot for little to no reason, they feel sad, some might be inspired to take action. When I see yet another black person get shot, I feel fear. Fear that next time, it could be a brother, a father, a sister, a mother, an uncle, a cousin, an aunt. Or me. The safe space is a place to share these emotions with people who have personally experienced the same depth of emotion.

A safe space offers a guaranteed shoulder to cry on when the world shows its uglier side. It’s not a retreat or shelter from ideas. It’s an unconditional ear, that believes, understands and supports people in dire times of need. And I cannot imagine life without one.