Celé Beauty closed down, and I almost didn't notice. I've made that walk down Heath Ave, past the elementary school, past the Target and onto the 225th Street train stop everyday for almost 5 years, yet it took me four days to see the "CLOSED" signs slapped onto the windows of the beauty store-now-turned-Footlocker. The … Continue reading quarantine meditation two: distancing
Would a white doctor be dragged through the aisle of an airplane for not leaving his seat? I ask this question not only because it's timely, but because I've asked this question for a hundred different scenarios: Would a white woman be scolded in this situation, her feelings called paranoid? Would a white man's motives … Continue reading getting out: part II
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
Walking is not a paternalistic exercise that allows us to lament the pain of others from a distance, comfortably stagnant in our usual commute. It should pull us closer to the communities that we were not born into--it should remind us that they belong to us. If compassion is "suffering with" another person, then our walks should take us out of our routines and in step with others as they make the journeys they must to survive.
Fear materializes out of the void where no relationships exist. It feeds on the theoretical, the disconnected statistics thrown into a debate, the single story extracted out of a neighborhood, a people, bloated with condemnations and anxieties.