Watching the video released by Keith Lamont Scott's family was like watching a movie in which you already knew the outcome, but still wished and hoped and prayed you could change it. One of my all time favorite movies is "The Godfather," I've seen it dozens of times and each and every time I wish that Sonny would bypass that causeway. But "The Godfather" is fiction. Black men getting killed on camera these days is real life.
Each week for 26 weeks, I am publishing a post about women who are not widely known but should be—women who can inspire us, teach us, and encourage us to get out of our comfort zones and reach for our dreams. Week 24 of my A to Z challenge introduces us to Xaviera Simmons.
I am a white woman. All my life, I have been surrounded by people who looked just like me. Though I have lived in many different places, starting when I was a child the one constant I could be sure of was that when I walked in to a space, I would find many people who looked and talked like I did. This affected how I carried myself, my comfort level and my confidence. No matter where I went, I felt like I belonged and like I had a right to be there. This was true of my schools, churches, workplaces, stores, etc. You name it.I have never been the minority. Until now.
One thing we’ve heard Donald Trump and his supporters say over and over again this election is that this country is becoming “too PC.”That means “politically correct,” for those of you not up on the cool hip lingo like Mr. Trump.
When I was a sophomore in high school my boyfriend was a senior. We'd drive around in his car listening to August and Everything After and discussing what each song meant to our tortured teenage hearts. And making out at red lights, of course. When I first started driving the car was freedom. It was being able to hang out with my friends after the play and smoking clove cigarettes on my way home with my arm hanging out of the window so my mom wouldn't smell it. (Pro Tip: That doesn't work)
The beauty of the world lies in the diversity of its people. - Anonymous Thursday nights used to mark my last night of law school classes for the week and one more day of a long workweek. It was also the one night I allowed myself to stay up late and lose myself in the television shows I had taped on my VCR.
Each week for 26 weeks, I am publishing a post about women who are not widely known but should be—women who can inspire us, teach us, and encourage us to get out of our comfort zones and reach for our dreams. Week 23 of my A to Z challenge introduces us to Wilma Webb.
Are you a white person with no idea what to do if you get called out for doing or saying something racist? Are you, in fact, as terrified as most of us at how to respond in such a situation? Is this you? Here I am, to the rescue. Here are 8 steps to take when faced with this situation.
I have a new response for when people ask me how I know a person is a racist or an action was racism. I am going to ask them how they know pizza is pizza.
How Do I Know It Was Racism - How Do You Know It's Pizza?
There are lots of feathers ruffled lately about standing and sitting.Why aren’t we equally outraged over the injustices that these peaceful and Constitutionally protected acts are protesting? Why aren’t more people angry about unarmed black people unfairly profiled, targeted and killed by some rogue officers on a seemingly Klan-induced power trip?
"Having a child is like wearing your heart on your sleeve." I've heard several different versions of this colloquialism and since becoming a mother myself, I can confirm this feeling as true. My natural instinct is to fiercely protect and guard my children from any harm, mental or physical. Acknowledging that my children will not escape experiences of pain in their life often overwhelms me and leaves me feeling anxious.
Listen, I’m the first to admit I’m not a particularly patriotic person. When I was in Brighton (that’s in England) and this guy at a bar was all “wow you’re pretty okay for an American,” I didn’t get into a fistfight defending my country’s honor. I was just like “cool thanks” and moved on. Because I don’t care, and he was probably right anyway.Also I can’t throw much of a punch.
I never thought I’d write anything quoting former POTUS George H.W. Bush, but since a GOP candidate for our Presidency recently went through great lengths to specifically ask me for my vote – and in order to reach the target demo for this post – here goes. Read my lips. My answer is NO.
I was born in New York City to a Jewish-Belgian mother and a Jamaican father. When I was little, I moved to Belgium, but spent at least two months each year with my family in New York, or Jamaica, or Israel. I have three younger brothers with whom I’m very close, but not one of us shares two of the same parents. Three of us are from the same father, two of us share a mother.
Have you been hearing the term “intersectional feminism” lately and been like…shit, am I a bad feminist for not knowing what that is?You might be a bad feminist (I don’t know you), but if so it’s not because you don’t know what intersectional feminism is. The name itself is hardly explanatory, and picking up its meaning from the context of various Twitter conversations is not exactly helpful either.Frankly picking up the meaning of anything from the context of various Twitter conversations is not something I recommend.
Each week for 26 weeks, I am publishing a post about women who are not widely known but should be—women who can inspire us, teach us, and encourage us to get out of our comfort zones and reach for our dreams. Week 20 of my A to Z challenge introduces us to Tania León.
For a while now, I have been spending time with two boys who make my head spin for being so alike. To my knowledge, these boys have never met, and yet, one is so like the other, like a perfect image of his earlier self. Both boys are shy, and both are charming. Both live with single parents and struggle in school. Both probably have diagnosable disabilities, although neither has been diagnosed. Both boys speak very softly, sometimes even inaudibly. I could go on and on, but I’ve already labored the point. And yet I haven’t said the half of it.
My neighbor of fifteen years is dying in a hospice from pancreatic cancer. Something she didn't want to share with anyone so I'm just finding out this week in her final days and hours. I understand her not wanting everyone to know I am just as private when it comes to my own personal tragedies but I would like to have been able to tell her what a wonderful neighbor she has been all these years. I would like to be able to tell her that I will miss her, I mean really miss her.
It reminded me of how my 19 year old daughter who doesn’t necessarily follow sports but enjoyed watching the Games joyfully, proudly and recently proclaimed, “Black girls slayed the Olympics this year. What whaaaaat!”At first I thought she was reacting to the historic performances by Simone Biles and Simone Manuel. But every day I came home from work to find her watching the Games, she’d high five me and say the same thing.Underscoring her observation was a steady stream of posts in my Facebook feed with the hash tag “BlackGirlMagic”.
Each week for 26 weeks, I am publishing a post about women who are not widely known but should be—women who can inspire us, teach us, and encourage us to get out of our comfort zones and reach for our dreams. Week 19 of my A to Z challenge introduces us to Susette La Flesche.
Most of us have realized by now that we don’t have to be women to be feminists, queer to support LGBTQA folks, a person of color to support the Black Lives Matter movement, or even, in this freaking election, a democrat to vote for Hillary Clinton.
I just read an article detailing (painfully) how history-making gymnast, two-time Olympian and seemingly all-around good kid Gabby Douglas had to defend her behavior in what might be her last Olympic press conference as a competitor.
My wonderful wife has a heart of gold. After all the years we've been married, she still amazes me. For one thing, she cares deeply for people. For another, she has an intuitive understanding of others that's almost scary. Words will come out of her mouth that are dead-on perfect while I'm still muddling through my feelings and trying to figure out what's really going on.
So I want to preface this with a quick word. I am going to spend my money where I choose. I won’t apologize for making the effort to buy Black. If you don’t like it I’m cool with that! Now that we have that out of the way let’s get into it.B.O.B= Black Owned Business
Each week for 26 weeks, I am publishing a post about women who are not widely known but should be—women who can inspire us, teach us, and encourage us to get out of our comfort zones and reach for our dreams. Week 17 of my A to Z challenge introduces us to Qandeel Baloch.
Over the weekend I went home to celebrate my nephew’s 1st birthday. While I loved seeing my family and friends, it was awkward riding down streets and seeing Trump signs proudly displayed in yards (at least in Charlotte, Trump supporters mostly try to hide it). It was also awkward running into people who I had unfriended over the years upon realizing that they were undercover racists based on their statuses about police brutality, Obama, the confederate flag, Black Lives Matter, etc.
On Saturday night, 18-year-old Karlie Hay was crowned Miss Teen USA. By midnight, the Internet had unearthed three-year-old tweets where Hay throws around the N-word like confetti. To the surprise of no one, the Internet was outraged.
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