My Writing. My World.
White privilege is a phrase that has been added to my vernacular seemingly overnight.
But I am the first to admit that I have been on the fringe of what has been going on in our country. Not to mention the overt and ongoing racism that so many of my fellow Americans—my fellow human beings—face on a daily basis.
I live in a small town that is sorely lacking in diversity. We chose to live here simply because it reminded me of the small towns in New England where I grew up.
I will not look away anymore.
After the violent white supremacists’ rally in Charlottesville this past weekend, that’s what I told myself. I will not look away anymore.
So when I came across this video online today, I forced myself watch it. I want to educate myself. I don’t want to use my ignorance as an excuse for not speaking out anymore.
I’m not going to lie…I wanted to turn it off almost as soon as I started watching. I started asking myself questions to justify looking away.
It’s been a few weeks now since the election and here is where I’m still struggling.
I am caught between the badass women I love and the big, bad bully on playground.
There are three women—perhaps more—whom I have admired, respected and looked up to as feminist role models in my life for a long, long time.
Women who, it turns out, voted for Trump.
