Racism comes in all kinds of insidious flavors including looking the other way when you encounter it and/or making excuses for anyone who is promoting it and ultimately, especially right now, if you aren’t saying NO to it and them each and every time, you’re saying YES
“How would it feel? How would it feel to lie so still, to sleep in the insistent warmth of the sun? How would it feel to slowly disappear?”
Beautiful piece, by @Hawscarlet
https://t.co/tjMi1pjB2f
I’m a gay woman. I recycle a lot. I rescue cats. I pay my taxes and contribute to my local community. I want to be Batman. I’d also like a fully functioning model railway in my back garden. I dance like everyone is watching. I’m kind. I hate bigotry. But sure. I’m the problem.
From Kazuo Ishiguro’s Nobel acceptance speech. Stories are about one person saying to another, This is the way it feels to me? Does it feel the same to you?
Here's something I've been studying on here for a bit. A lot of men, seem to have been conditioned to think that telling someone that you disagree is the same as asking them a question. Like the way they learn to engage is by *creating a conflict*.
My six year old was given first choice of who to work with in class so she chose the child who always gets picked last. That's what people mean when they say parenting is rewarding isn't it? I'm done.