To The White Woman I Can No Longer Be Friends With
Tenaja Jordan

I am in the middle of Ta-Nehisi Coates’ third book and my mouth dropped and my heart broke reading all of his words. You’re right. I thought I knew something and didn’t know anything. While my mother worked in the south in the 50s, I was raised by Florine. She took care of me all day, 5 days a week, and I loved her dearly. I always felt like she loved me like I was her own. When I was in my mid-30s, I asked my mother how many children Florine had and she told me Florine didn’t have any. When I was 64 years olld, my son introduced me to the term “white priviledge” and ever since I have been reading to educate myself on the issue. All I know now is, if I read every day, every book, until I die, I won’t know but a fraction, and will never know, much less feel, the injustices, anger, fear, hope and hopelessness that for centuries has been, and continues to be today, the entire life of so many, so near me, and yet I didn’t see, or know anything important, of their lives.