This piece hit me like a brick in the face. The impact, that is. It resonates with me on so many levels; not solely based on race, but in terms of how people react to my physicality, and we’ll throw my sexual orientation in the mix simply because … it’s fact.
I need to take some time to really digest this before writing a proper comment. You’ve stirred waters I’d rather ignore; but judging from all the sediment swirling around I guess I need to further examine what’s going on inside myself.
I think a lot of people (myself included) deal with so much, on so many levels, it’s an all out assault in one’s very being. And just to survive is an exercise in denying what we deal with daily. Correction: hourly. Correction: minute by minute.
A couple of months ago, I was overdosing on 45's shenanigans and the upending effects his words and actions are having on people’s lives. It was a very bad day. I thought back to when I was a child and I wondered how did my parents, their contemporaries, my grandparents, do it? How were they still able to live, laugh, and love under the weight of all they had to contend with? How?? I dont remember seeing them weighted down by this sort of crap. Still searching for all of that answer.
Racism, sexism, blah, blah, blah … this world at times looks like a horror show at times. [sigh]
Thank you for once again holding the mirror squarely in front my eyes so that I might see those parts of myself I most certainly would otherwise choose to ignore. Your works transcend the goal of inviting me to respond, “I never thought of it that way” or “yeah, that’s what I think; thanks for sorting that out for me.” No, you’ve moved to the level of “let me trouble the water for you a little.”