When discomfort is racial…and deadly

a pair of hands warding off something unseen

On May 1, Jordan Neely, a 30-year-old unhoused Black man—who struggled with his mental health—was killed by a fellow passenger on a New York City subway after he reportedly caused a ruckus and loudly proclaimed to be in need of food and water. By all accounts that I have read, Jordan’s behavior in the moments …

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Claiming my own humanity

Side-view of a Black woman in glasses with long straight hair looking off into the distance to the left of the screen, with the ocean behind her in the background

Over the years, as my writing has become almost entirely focused on whiteness and white people, I accidentally have moved further away from the very reason why this blog was created: To claim my own humanity while living in a very white state—and not lose my very essence as a Black woman.  While I have …

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Racism strikes, my blood pressure spikes

colorful mural of a black woman crying out in anguish, while a black man in a black and white striped hoodie walks past

There was a time that pretty much whenever I had a racist encounter, I would write about it. Over the years though, as I have gotten older, I made the conscious choice to not always write about them—unless they were particularly egregious. My personal pain, humiliation, and rage don’t always need to be witnessed and …

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