That Area Between Black and White
Right back where I was. I’m standing on the path, standing mostly still, standing firm. There is no path in front of me; it abruptly ends at what the Patriarchy calls a “big, beautiful wall.” Their hungry eyes gleam with malice and greed as they grin and slowly, intentionally mouth the words “big. beautiful. wall.” …
I don’t care what you have in your pants; this is a big deal. I really don’t care what’s in there, but for the purposes of this post, it’s even less important now. Today, the Virginia State Legislature became the 38th state to pass the Equal Rights Amendment. This is HUGE. Before we go any …
Before one of us snaps and cuts a motherfucker, STOP letting men get away with saying “men gave women the right to vote.” Men didn’t give women shit. They stopped denying us our right to vote, and that is not the same as “giving us” something. We don’t give out cookies to men when they …
To all of you who said we were hysterical about Trump: fuck you. To all of you who said we were hysterical about the continuous and ongoing attacks on the Affordable Care Act: fuck you. To all of you who said we were hysterical about Kavanaugh’s appointment: fuck you. If outlawing abortion was about protecting …
It’s funny how images from the television can stick with us. Since I was little, I’ve imagined all of us as a group of pretty, smiling people holding hands and walking side-by-side toward a common goal. I thought it was a Coke commercial, but I can’t find the ad. Regardless of the origin, the image …
Crime is bad. There are degrees of crimes, but it is generally bad to commit a crime. I wonder how many crimes I’ve committed this week, probably only trespassing and speeding, but who’s to say, for sure? There are laws on the books that we laugh about; they’re still laws, and violating them is still …
For weeks now, most of my sisters and brothers and I have been holding our breath. I am not sure we knew it, but we were. We didn’t stop doing the work, speaking out, ripping off scabs to publicly reveal our wounds, begging to be heard, crying out for a better choice – there are …
I’ve been quiet lately, taking massive amounts of information in, calling my Senators, listening, reading. . . but today I will take some time to stop worrying about the future and let this day be about remembering who and what we lost all those years ago. Today is not to dwell on conspiracies and lies …
Vote like a black woman. I’ve been seeing this all over social media, and it’s good advice, sounds simple, but there is a lot of information included in those five words about their choices and motivations. I was chugging right along on these two parts of the post, eager to talk about the Democratic Party, …
(This is part one of two. . .) For the first three or so decades of my life I learned to think the way I was taught in the midwest, to view voting day, if I bothered to show, as choosing between the “lesser of two evils.” As a 50-something now, I look back on …