The fash can have “kind” over my lifeless body. I will keep using it, in the correct manner where people look out for each other in a reciprocal way, until I am eaten by worms. And I will actively shout down anyone in my spaces (or ones I have access to) who are using kind in the way that indicates “won’t someone think of the white children” or other call to coddle the oppressors instead of give equal care to the oppressed.