Me and White Supremacy : Day 14 Reflection
I’m leading a group discussion circle on “Me and White Supremacy” by Layla F. Saad. I’m taking the journaling challenge daily throughout February even though I’m not white. If you happen to be white, why not take the challenge? If I can do it, you can do it too.
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This week was rough, y’all.
I accepted the author’s challenge to go deep and really examine where in my life I’ve encountered or embodied the concepts she presents. I think I did a pretty good job of doing this — I’ll let you be the judge.
But damn if this hasn’t left me feeling some sort of way. It makes sense that after covering the basics, these topics would get more complex and personal. Cracking the comfort shell so that growth can happen is never easy, and I feel raw and exposed. And I’m Black. I can only imagine what my white accomplices doing this endeavor alongside me are feeling right now, what’s on their minds, what questions they have.
This is HARD. Doing these journal entries every day with intention is time away from my kids, my partners, myself, other things I need to get done. My space is a mess and I’m tired. I feel emotionally drained and my head hurts.
To be honest this week, I thought a lot about my ancestors, and how much they had to go through. I am in awe of them.
Halfway there.
