I spend a lot of my day navigating the white people in my life that I love. I try to figure out when to offer comfort, encouragement, hard truths, or humor. I agonize over when to take time just for me, when to give up, when to take the risk and challenge someone I love who is hurting me.
…they have one too many drinks, they’ll get raped. If they negotiate too hard, they may get dropped. We punish women for sticking their necks out, so now we have a nation of women in their shells because they’ve been hurt before. Then, we hate the for their caution.