I lived in Harlem, literally across the streets from the projects.
I didn’t believe in systemic racism and oppression until the age of 23 when I saw it play out in plain site.
Just some random examples:
Harlem post office: long lines, bulletproof glass, no self-checkout kiosks
Public schools too. Harlem had brutally underfunded schools with teachers not trained to deal with or understand the unique issues of the community. 20 blocks south everything was fine.
My father would encourage me and say anyone could do anything.
And I believed that for 23 years, until I moved to Harlem
(but I also guess that means we are persevering sons of bitches!)
I was a minority.
I empathize more with oppressed ethnicities than my skin color affords.
I feel likes Jews, native Americans, blacks, Hispanic, Irish/Scottish, these are my brothers!
I see racism, my eyes are opened. I am sensitive to these things. But I truly see no solution which upsets me at my core. I don’t have a clear vision for how this country heals other than time, mentorship and allowing bigotry to die.
•Don’t trap yourself (think of the fly)
•Follow your vision
•Question authority
•Teach your teachers
I am so thankful for the guidance of my father & mother. Without them I would be lost.
