Tag: racism

4th of July 2020

Nothing changes if nothing changes. It’s quiet and sweet on the front porch. Mike, across the street, is setting up his sprinkler. The birds are singing like it’s morning instead of late afternoon. The neighbor’s air conditioner hums but has stopped making the cranking…

This is Where We Are

We are back in the city. Across town, two teen girls went missing yesterday. From there, the story becomes complicated, hard to sort out unless you piece together TV news reports with social media posts from people on the scene. Here is what I…

What To Do? Read

It’s not a sin to be ignorant. Nobody can be informed and knowledgeable about everything. But it is wrong to be ignorant and to act on that ignorance and to assume that your opinions, resting on a solid foundation of ignorance, are as valid…

Stop

Say no to saying Hold others’ words in your hands Let night fall speechless

Inheritance

Once, while she was sitting in a chair in my living room, I reached out and touched a Black woman’s hair. At that moment and without thinking about it in any way, my hand was drawn to her hair, its airiness and resilience. I…

The Long Process of Making Amends

I think the trick to dealing with terrible stuff in your past is to own it. Virginia Governor Northam wouldn’t be in the fix he’s in if he had Xeroxed the page from his yearbook, kept it in his wallet, and pulled it out…

Questioning America

The first thing you notice at the National Museum of African American History and Culture is that everyone is trying to be so nice, especially the white people. ‘Excuse me’s’ flutter like confetti, an invisible murmuring of apology for standing in front of someone…

The Flip Side of “You People”

It was one of the first things I learned as a grown-up person in a multi-cultural world. The term “you people” was bad as in “You people always think everything bad that happens is because of racism.” “You people.” After the initial looks of…

Slumber Party

Originally posted on Red's Wrap:
Racism pounces on you. You try to beat it back but it’s there. A story. A long time ago, my daughter, who was then 12 years old, accepted a slumber party invitation from a classmate. My daughter was…

Cracks in the Brick Wall: Thoughts on White Fragility, Part Three

I am tempted to use my whiteness as a weapon. Why? Because I know it would probably work. Why not? Because it’s contrary to my beliefs, undercuts people who aren’t white, and buys into and reinforces white privilege. I could weaponize my white privilege…

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