Look, I know the world is not Black and white. But for Black women, our relationships to white women and Black men are still the primary definers of our feminism. Being in solidarity with the Latina chick or the Asian American chick in the struggle feels not uncomplicated but sensible. It’s dealing with all the feelings around white girls and black boys that get us all caught up. And in the midst of that predicament Black girls are always the compass, pointing us to the North.
