racism

To knowingly include stories with deeply problematic themes strikes me as just adding fuel to the fire.

I’m a mixed-race, black and white Californian, and this was my first time in the South.

I was probably the most religious kid you ever met. I genuinely believed in God, the way that most kids believe in Sunday morning cartoons and rainbow colored fruit rollups.

What I can do is try to reach other white women who have yet to consider how their whiteness has led to significant inequities in our society.

Inevitably, it happens. A well-meaning (or maybe not so well-meaning) white person will utter the phrase, “Well, I just don’t see color.”

I need for people in my life who have or are willing to do the hard work to not to just have me in their life as their token black best friend.

As a Black woman, I don’t have the luxury of not caring what others think about me.

Growing up, I had a lot of access to people who looked like me. I was completely unaware of the struggles that accompany interracial friendships.