Because you are white, you need to reject the allure of avoiding the topic altogether to talk instead about sexy husbands, deep calls from Jesus, oppressed women in other countries, patriarchy in the Western church, or tasty recipes. I don’t have that luxury. I engage with the world as a black woman. I live with the reality that if you and I had known each other during the Jim Crow era, my son could have been tortured and murdered for telling your daughter she’s beautiful. If you ignore this, then I’m sorry, honey, but I think your privilege is showing.
