In truth, I am still recovering. I wish I could say that my journey toward a healthier sense of self had started in the church, but it didn’t. In the church, I was told there was a value for “diversity”–later I discovered that this actually meant that they valued seeing black and brown faces in the congregation, but they did not welcome the leadership of black and brown people as teachers and decision-makers.
South High is not a religious sanctuary, though it certainly declares “your faith has value”. Its welcome is broader: You have value. This message is proclaimed again and again, hammered into the minds of scared-but-not-showing-it teenagers. You have value. It’s written on the welcome signs: All are Welcome Here.
My name is not an abstract thing anymore. It has become the foundation of my identity. If I’m honest, it always was but societal and cultural pressure led me to believe that it was disposable. I was brought up thinking – not because of any overt pressure but by subversive messaging, which can be worse, in my humble opinion – that I couldn’t fully be who I was until I took on the name of a man in order to validate my existence.
It has been said before, and we will say it again: THIS IS NOT NORMAL. And these are a few of the ways we are trying to keep our sanity. Gaslighting is NOT NORMAL. KEEP YOUR SANITY BY – Surrounding yourself with people who know and love you and who listen to multiple sources of information. … Continue reading This is NOT NORMAL – And This is How We KEEP OUR SANITY
Knowing that Jesus commanded us to love our enemies this during a totalitarian regime gives me hope. I don’t know how to love Trump, his billionaire cabinet, and the religious people who supported him. When I am marching in the streets, I do it out of love for my neighbors, but I don’t feel much love for the administration. I guess that’s what so hard about Jesus’ call. He doesn’t let us just resist. We have to resist and love the person we are resisting. We have to find someway to love the people who are destroying our country.
As I stood in front of my closet yesterday, searching for the brightest red garment I owned, I suddenly had a bit of a breakdown. One week prior, I had been the one encouraging friends and family to forego a day of work to essentially show America what the country would look like without the … Continue reading “A Day Without A Woman” Was for White Feminists