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I’m just saying that segregation didn’t have to be followed with integration. Surely relegating us to the back of the bus could have stopped without us having to give up all the businesses that died because we started going to white folks. Think about all that we lost—the doctors’ and dentists’ offices, the grocery store owners and auto mechanics. I mean, could we have kept a great number of Black teachers if we had demanded equal funding for our schools rather than busing ourselves to theirs?”
Far from an imposing beast, I found that white supremacy is more like a poison. It seeps into your mind, drip by drip, until it makes you wonder if your perception of reality is true.
suspecting that the organization wanted our racial diversity without our diversity of thought and culture.
My tone will be interpreted as angry, even if I’m just feeling hurt or misunderstood. My actual feelings are irrelevant and could be used as reason to fire me.
When I rub cocoa butter into my skin, I remember the warmth of my mother’s hands when she used to tell me to get all the hidden spots—behind my ankles and around my knees. The memories of her care for my body are a reminder of the care my body deserves.
When I pass a Black person being pulled over by the police, I wonder if they are innocent. I wonder how often this happens to them, and I wonder if they need help.
