People have asked me to affirm that black lives matter, or trans lives matter, or indigenous lives matter, and sometimes they do it with forceful language. I don’t feel compelled to say things I agree with even if people use compelling language to request a statement.
“What’s your favorite ice cream? Tell me, asshole.”
Neapolitan! It’s also a pretty nice chord.
It is, of course, his right to not share an opinion, just as it’s my right to have an opinion on his refusal to clarify whether or not he thinks I deserve the same rights he has.
It should cause you no surprise to learn someone with no respect for me created a language popular with people who also have no respect for me, my time, my energy, my bandwidth, my CPU time, my persistent storage. And so on.