or lack thereof
Cannot heal wounds
of any depth
Does not pay bills
Filed under Power, Wordplay
In the wake of the racist, terrorist murders committed Wednesday night, it’s critical not only to center the lives that were lost, but also to be there for those who are left, hurting. To listen. To believe when someone says they experience violence on an everyday basis.
Wednesday night wasn’t isolated. It came from somewhere. From a culture of white supremacy.
It’s crucial to try to understand those without the power of culture’s dominant perspective. To know we are all complicit in these premeditated atrocities. To speak out against it. To work for justice.
As the author of the post shared below commented, “We all need to do more to undo this silence.”
So let’s hear that and believe it. Let’s all do more. Online. In person. Starting now. Our culture of hate won’t change unless we change what we’ve been doing. Let your voices shatter the silence and rebuild a better world for all.
Reblogged with the author’s permission.
Originally posted on Dark, On the Prairie:
I’m tired but I can’t get myself to sleep. I didn’t sleep much last night either. I sit at my desk in my bedroom. Outside it’s dark, warm, and humid. I can’t rest; I can’t sit still; my mind keeps turning and turning, spinning like the blades of a windmill in the face of an approaching storm.
It’s the mask, you see. I can feel it on my flesh, on my face. And it’s slipping. I can’t remember a time when I was so aware of it, that mask of the safe, calm, educated brown man and the pulsing sensations of the black man underneath. Maybe “mask” is the wrong word. Maybe “second skin” would be better. It’s not fake, not studied. Just a kind of shield to help me deal with the white world that swirls around me.
Most of the time, it’s not a struggle. We all, I…
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The following poem was inspired by a recent episode of Pop Culture Happy Hour.