There's about half an hour left of Black History Month as I type this, and I am determined to cling to each minute left, use it. I feel like I've been slightly MIA this month--a respite from writing, a sabbatical from marching, moments in shadowed corners away from the fray, where I hear my breath … Continue reading every black drop
What does "Christian" mean today in America? Not for those who consider themselves followers of Christ, but for those who do not: When you hear "Christian," what words or images come to mind? Let's get real here. People see 81% (voted for Trump) and 76% (approved of the travel ban) and white evangelical Christians get … Continue reading percentages
Wax dripped onto my fingers as I gripped a candle in the midst of hundreds. I stood in Washington Square two nights ago, catching snatches of the speakers' declarations, a litany of "Stand up, fight back"s and "This is what America looks like"s and "No ban, no wall"s. The memory of the press of people at my shoulders bolsters me now as I consider the past few days of controversial Executive Orders and the resulting protests.
We woke today in different frames of mind. Some celebrate. Some weep. Some lack the words to capture the complicated thoughts twisting inside them. I wonder how history will look back on this day. Will it mark the day as anything memorable? Will this day take up a corner in the national tome, only a … Continue reading the inaugurating call
If two black films getting popular is such an anomaly that they can be treated as interchangeable, even though they focus on different subject matter, how indistinguishable are black people in everyday life?
Our lives cannot be a cosmic To-Do List where we needle ourselves for not doing enough or loving enough. That thinking helps no one, and it is too feckless and feeble to confront injustice or even face our own demons.
Christmas is part of that Great Story, and we either round its edges or fashion it into whatever tool we need to justify our cause.
"Doesn't it feel like the world is getting worse?" my roommate asked me as we drove through my hometown, the sun's rays fading on our shoulders. The question hung in the air, heavy from days of red-rimmed headlines and dried tears.
"People are making preparations for Thanksgiving while the North Dakota police are using water cannons and rubber bullets on Native Americans." What do we do with this tension?
In relation to yesterday's post, here and here are the other posts I've written about race-related stress and racial trauma. As an added caveat, I think it's important to remember that the presence of trauma of any kind does not reduce a person's situation to the oppressor/victim dichotomy our polarized society is so fond of.