The irony here is that it was my father who taught me to stand up for what is right even at the risk of being ostracized; that principle is more important than pleasantry; and that cowardice is never an acceptable route, even in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds. I did not write this piece to change the minds of my family members; I wrote this piece to clearly articulate what I will no longer tolerate in my presence whether their minds are changed or not and to give language to others in my situation who may need it.
I will no longer be complicit in placing ‘peace’ above equality and righteousness or in swallowing my repugnance at the sounds of racism and misogyny; even from the mouths of those I love. Especially from the mouths of those I love. If my intolerance of cruelty causes a rift, so be it. It is a rift on principle, and for that my father should be proud.