Dear white people,
I genuinely love you. I have family who are white. My roommate is white. Young adults I’ve mentored are white. Hell, my ex husband is white.
But please, please enter into spaces that are not your spaces with curiosity and listening ears and hearts.
I genuinely love you. I have family who are white. My roommate is white. Young adults I’ve mentored are white. Hell, my ex husband is white.
But please, please enter into spaces that are not your spaces with curiosity and listening ears and hearts.
Black culture, Black people, Black institutions are not yours to critique, especially if you are doing so with little knowledge, respect, and from a distance.
Due to to the fact that your ancestors exploited, dehumanized, oppressed and killed my ancestors, you don’t get to critique us. Period. Point blank. No, YOU didn’t do these things to us, but because it’s a part of our collective history, this is a consequence that is borne.
I am one who believe white people can observe and be present in Black spaces. But it must be recognized that you are a guest and should act accordingly.
Seriously, I love y’all. I love all people. But please, do better.
Seriously, I love y’all. I love all people. But please, do better.
