It’s amazing. I’m a former cop who speaks out about racism and bigotry. Many of my former peers are angry with me. As you so correctly say, “No straight person calls out another straight person over a gay comment. No white person calls out another white person over a racist comment.” I’ll add, No cop calls out another cop over bigotry or biased behavior or racial slurs.
Walked away from one part of my family for just this reason. Exceptional post, for sure, but more important is the message of your post.
I have an African American friend who was once in a movie I made. He has young kids and I remember his reaction after (12) year old Tamir Rice was killed by police.
Ah…the ‘awkward’ dinner party.
I recall one Thanksgiving dinner with my ex’s family years ago; it was held at his older sister’s place, and everyone was getting along great, until the dad showed up. I’m not sure what got him stirred up, but he went on a tirade about his ex-wife (the mom) going into dangerous neighborhoods…
Your writing inspires me. I’ve been thinking about how I’ve disappointed myself by not speaking up. Your article will now be a part of my journey through changing my cowardly behavior. Following you to find out what else you have to say.
Thank you for this. And here I thought I had some ugly story going on ~ thanks for the proper perspective & gratitude that while my story kinda ugly ~ there is always someone who has already survived & thrived something uglier. Thanks again!
You are so fucking interesting. Pained, deep and interesting. I’m sure most of that is due to your history, the legacy of brutality you’ve survived through. *Pretty blonde woman breaking all stereotypes, rough hewn layered with edges, depth and story=interesting. Interesting is wayyyyyyy better than perfect and placated. Painful but interesting.
I have never been one to be able to do this as I will certainly go to sleep festering on it all night. Sometimes we can’t let things go because once we know it’s wrong, in our cores. Speaking up about something toxic in the air, making others sick is necessary for full survival. It feels trying to stuff breath back into a body after it’s left. The truth is hard to lie about much less truly cover up.
Thank you, I wish I was as talented with words as you so I could tell you how good this is and how deeply I appreciate it. Having been raised in the South in the 50s and 60s, I experience the dehumanizing treatment of black people under Jim Crow and in the everyday attitudes of people I loved. I also experienced abuse in my home and the deep sexism…